it helps that i have the coolest friends in the world

let me tell you why i love riverdale’s version of jughead jones. 

jughead jones is the son of a deadbeat alcoholic gang member father and an absent mother and brother to a sister who he considers one of the coolest people alive. his father is prone to violence, neglectful, and a terrible influence, and yet through his own actions and intentions, jughead is an intelligent, thoughtful, gentle young man who, despite choosing homelessness over living under his father’s roof, still sees the best in his father and hopes he can become a better man. despite being abandoned by his mother, despite being neglected by his father, jughead never abandons them. he doesn’t resent his parents for their failures; he forgives them, and the only thing he wants is for his family to be whole again. 

jughead jones is a friend to archie andrews, who ditched him over the summer to go bang a teacher, and upon finding out about this, jughead is only concerned for archie’s safety and his potential implication in the investigation of jason’s murder. even when he’s hurt and upset by archie’s actions, he’s still primarily concerned about his best friend’s safety, and he’s quick to forgive him as well, because he doesn’t hold grudges. when he’s left without a home after the drive-in closes, he never thinks to ask archie if he can crash at his place because he doesn’t want to be a burden, and because he’s so used to figuring things out on his own it feels strange to ask for help. but when it’s offered, he accepts it, because he has no ego left to bruise and because he would do the same for archie in a heartbeat.

jughead jones is something more to betty cooper, the girl next door who connects with him on a deeper level than anyone else. he sees her for who she really is, not someone perfect to be placed on a pedestal, but someone real who has very real struggles of her own. when archie finds out he’s homeless, jughead’s first concern is making sure that betty doesn’t find out, because he doesn’t want her to worry, because she is dealing with enough issues of her own. he supports her through the entire polly crisis because he knows firsthand how painful it can be to be separated from a sister, and it’s not something he ever wants betty to have to experience. he clears her mind and she makes him happy, and they fit together better than anyone could have ever expected. 

jughead jones is a boy who had to grow up too fast, who has seen the worst the world has to offer, who projects an image of indifference, but deep down, truly believes and hopes for the best. he is empathetic and kind when the world and the people in it have shown him nothing but hardship and apathy.

this is why i love the character of jughead jones.

because his upbringing and his family could have turned him into a bitter, angry man, just like his father.

because he refused to let it. 

Just some fic recs...

I’ve read a lot of really good fic this year and I just thought the best of the best deserved some recognition.  I tried to weed out the super popular fics, but some still show up because I love them that much.  Also, the ships are numerous and varied.

Running on Air–eleventy7; Drarry
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
*I would murder people to protect this fic.  It’s beautifully written, well-plotted, original, and it reuses certain sentences, making them more poignant the later in the story they’re used.  Like, fuck me up*

the ghost of you–kissmesexybatman; Klance
When Keith goes missing without a trace, all his family and friends are able to do is move on with their lives. When he shows back up after a year, they have to convince him they still want him back.
*I may be slightly biased because the coolest person in the world wrote this, but let me tell you, it’s emotionally heartwrenching, wonderfully written, and gives you a happy ending without sacrificing the needs of the characters*

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.–dawnstruck; Otayuri
Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.
*I’m demi and this fic described exactly what that experience has been like for me, as it features a demi!Yuri.  Beyond that, it was sweet and genuine and I adored it*

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@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!

It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.

One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.

“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”

“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”

Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.

“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”

“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”

“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.

“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”

“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”

“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”

“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.

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For @ohheylookitsyou…reader is Hotch’s niece as requested. Enjoy!

Y/N’s eyes widened as her jaw gaped as her uncle led her into the BAU. Aaron Hotchner glanced over his shoulder with a small smile. It had been forever since he had seen his niece. So, when she called and asked to visit, he was more than happy to allow it.

The niece slowly caught up to her uncle and latched onto his arm. Her awed gaze returned to Hotch’s smirking one.

“This place looks amazing,” she complimented, “This whole place is probably run on caffeine though.”
Hotch laughed as he nodded. “Let me introduce you to my team.”

Y/N nodded as he led her further into the room. The pair soon slowed down by a clump of desks. Prentiss, Morgan, and Reid glanced up. Having seen Hotch approach, Rossi left his office and made his way down.

“Y/N, these are agents Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan. This is Dr. Spencer Reid. Everybody, this is my niece, Y/N.”
“I highly doubt that,” Rossi teased holding out his hand. “David Rossi.”
She shook his hand. “Not to sound like a groupie, but I’ve read your work. As well as yours, Dr. Reid.”
Morgan quirked a brow. “Really? I don’t suppose you understood any of it.”
Y/N smirked. “All of it, actually. He explained the content quite well.”

Hotch smirked at a blushing Reid. He stood up and held out his hand. Y/N shook it.

“I-I appreciate the compliment.”

Y/N smiled sweetly at the doctor.


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darkempressinfinitemind asked: How did you get into freelance?

The short version? Accidentally!

Longer version? It started with a friend hiring me to ghost write their memoir (before either of us knew what ghost writing was. Also he apparently had this awesome life before he knew me and never bothered to mention it before the idea of writing a book came along. Who knew? Random happenstance). I became more confident in the idea of writing for others, and then was referred to the site Peopleperhour.com by a friend of mine, who was trying to pick up freelancing.

I applied for my first job there, and it was literally months before I got any bites. My first bite ended up paying me $3 an hour. I was desperate, so I took it. It gave me a reference, and I got a better job, and a better job, and a better job, until I had enough references to apply for REALLY decent jobs. Fast forward, and here I am with my own Wordsmithing business.

But you want advice, don’t you?

  • Find a Freelancing Website

There’s Elance, PPH, and a wide range of others. Pick one that works for you (or multiple) and start drumming up your profile there. Get samples out so people can see your style of work.

  • Get Reviews at All Costs

Get people you know to write reviews. Take low paying jobs to get reviews. Take whatever jobs you can and get reviews, because they really are everything to a beginning freelancer. I started out with a GED (not even a high school diploma) and still got high paying jobs, because no one needs to see your credentials – they just need proof that real life people have given you a test run.

Degrees and all that? They’re to prove you know your stuff; that someone has tested you and written off on it. Reviews are the internet’s new degrees; be willing to invest some time and effort into them.

  • Take Any and As Much Work as You Can

Not only for the reviews, but for practice. There’s a new song and dance involved with freelancing that you won’t find anywhere else. Big companies are paying millions on Big Data to figure out what little nuances make customers happy. You don’t have Big Data, and you’re up against thousands of freelancers just like you – you have to figure out the key to standing out by hand.

Getting as many jobs as you can early on gives you a chance to test the waters and find your stride before you’re dealing with big clients that are less forgiving of your fumbles. You’ll learn something new from every job so you really ARE the top professional you claim to be.

  • Claim to Be a Professional

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I should give you advice about being honest and doing the leg work before you get started. But they say to dress for the job you want, not the job you have. So act like the professional you want to be, not the one you are.

If you’re 18 and this is your first freelancing job, make your profile and all your correspondences look like you’re 37 and have been freelancing for 10 years (don’t lie, just be indirect. Talk like you’re older. Say you’ve been freelancing for several years, even if you’ve only been freelancing for a few months. If you’re living at home with your parents and the topic of family comes up, just call them “family;” the client won’t know if you’re a married mother of five or are talking about your dad). People will look right over you if they THINK you’re not capable, without even giving you a chance to show what you can do. If you take away that first – sometimes incorrect – assumption, your foot’s in the door and you can prove yourself.

Then after you have 300 five-star reviews and a client list as long as your arms, you can reveal yourself as 20 with three years’ experience, and people will believe you’re a prodigy. Then you’ll get hired for being the talented young professional who IS their target audience, so you’re perfect to create a product FOR their target audience.  

  • Be Ready to Put in More Hours

Once you’ve been in the game a while and have established yourself, you can make your weekends sacred with no work stuff. But before then, you need to be on call all the time. What’s going to make you stand out against the rest in the beginning is timeliness.

If it’s a toss-up between you and someone just as qualified, the client will decide on whoever replies the fastest and most coherently. Reply to messages as soon as possible. Talk back and forth on the weekends. Offer as tight a deadline as you can for every project, and if you can deliver early, deliver early. Once you have your reputation and your reviews, then you can tone it back to the same level as any other job; you work on your work days, and you’re gone from the planet on your off days.

  • Follow Your Heart – But Follow the Money First

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I hate web copy. Detest it. A client can have the coolest website idea ever, but having to don my promotional hat and describe their services to a target audience is tedious and unfulfilling as all get out. What I enjoy is blog writing, where I get to explore a concept and tell it (sometimes) in my own voice. I love product descriptions even, where I get to sharpen my description skills to be later used in fiction. But guess what? Web copy writing pays well, because it is difficult and it’s in huge demand.

Here’s a quick insider look at the market: Today, every style of business in existence needs a website. That means web designers are the key holders in a world full of locked doors. They’re making a killing, but every website needs CONTENT. They’re cranking out 15 websites a month but they’re just blank pages without some writing to make them REAL. That’s where my industry comes in, the Tonto to their Lone Ranger, to make their home pages, their about pages, their service pages, etc. so their website is a real website. So long as online business booms, web designers are Sauron and copy writers are the one ring to rule them all.

That’s where the money is. So even if I really hate web copy, I’m good at it. That’s what pays the rent, grows my business, and keeps my employees’ checks signed – giving me the financial security I need to then ALSO do things I like. Ghost writing, book editing, blog writing, working on my own stuff.

If you want to make it in freelancing, you need money for bills. But you also need money to prove to your freelancing site that you’re worth promoting. Be willing to do jobs you’re not crazy about, so you can grow to the point of having enough income to afford doing what you really love.

  • Embrace the Uncertainty

One of the hardest things about freelancing is the irregularity. One month, you’re swimming in cash. The next, you scrape by. At the beginning of the month, you only have one project; at the end, you have 10. I’ve been at this for years, and I still have a mini panic during summer when I’m sure this is the year that my career finally ends. But it never has.

The upside to this uncertainty is you’re never sure when great things are going to happen. The security of a 9-to-5 lets you know exactly how much you will make, but robs you of the chance for those surprise miracles where a massive client falls in your lap and pays your rent for four months within two weeks. 

Take faith that a slow month is giving you a chance to rest up for when that tsunami of work comes in. Having a new client every week is giving you a chance to have fun before you have one client for an entire year (which can get boring at times). Freelancing can be a science, but you still need a little faith. It keeps you on your toes, it gives you unexpected bonuses none of your 9-to-5 friends can count on, and it gives you freedom.

Breaking into freelancing is slow going at first, but so long as you’re good at what you do, you will break in. There’s seriously never been a better time in living memory for it.

Hope this was helpful!

anonymous asked:

This sounded cute to me, but idk. Mc moving in with rfa+V+saeran? Like getting a house or apartment together. (or in jumin's case a giant ass penthouse, smh rich people)

A/N: I just wow i loVE THIS okay thank you ~Admin 404

Smh rich people indeed (i had way too much fun with V and i had to stop myself from going on and on) ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:
-I think the two of you would end up with a small apartment to start out! Move up to a house a while after he starts his career
-Your living room is only part living room. Everyone has to fight each other to sit on the couch when they visit
-It’s only part living room because y’all spoil Lisa to no eND so there’s a huge cat tree and a ton of cat play houses jumin approves and actually gets a few of the playhouses for y’all
-Sure you could have made that extra room a cat room but???? No???
-Game room????
-IT’S LITERALLY THE BEST ROOM IN Y’ALLS APARTMENT it’s decked out in all of your nerdy-gaming related things (figures, posters, games themselves) and seriously it’s just pride and joy nerd
-Your bedroom is overrun with plushies, neither of you can really tell whose is whose anymore
-He makes you breakfast every day! The first day, he tried to bring it to you in bed but that was a disaster when he tripped over the plushies and you woke up with an omelette on your face
-Y’alls apartment is covered in cute things- stickers are everywhere, homemade gifts and decorations, and it just looks kinda like pinterest threw up in the apartment
-Your kitchenware is SO CUTE like your ladle is nessie, your measuring cups are whale shapes, and he has these cartoon cups that he tried hiding from you but they’re just so cute you can’t help yourself

*JUMIN:
-Y’all didn’t have to get a new place, he just moved you into his penthouse i mean didn’t he already in his route, LMAO
-But anything you want, he will get it for you
-He has a lot more cat shaped things than you originally thought though
-Like cat shaped bowls, has a few coffee mugs with cats on them, things like that
-NOW THAT Y’ALL LIVE TOGETHER YOU GET TO SEE THOSE SWEAT PANTS HE’S TALKED ABOUT, HALLELUJAH
-He gives you complete control of decorating but it’s like??? Jumin I wanted to do this together???
-So he helps pick out throw pillows, new art pieces, anything you ask him to do
-The one thing he requires is a tON OF PICTURES OF THE TWO OF YOU
-FRAMED, HANGING, EVERYWHERE
-Seriously there’s a painting of the two of you plus Elizabeth hanging up in the house but at least it’s adorable <3

*SAEYOUNG:
-Also just moves you into his house
- i mean why not, it’s big enough
-IT’S LIKE LIVING WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND BECAUSE HE’S SUCH A FUCKING DORK
-Y’all don’t even sleep in your bed for like the first week, you two are having pillow forts in the living room
-You can have a room to yourself, for whatever you’re passionate about. Gaming? He has a room for that, he’ll share. Art? Room for you. A room dedicated to your favourite figurines from your favourite games or shows? He’ll have to get you a separate room he isn’t sharing his
-He’s got plates that are planets and they’re AMAZING y’all i almost bought some the other day omg
-But he’s such a brat, like he plays pranks on you to wake you up
-You’ve woken up to whipped cream in the face more times than you can count but you’ve also woken him up with cold water soooo
-No item in the house is safe from you two “playing” if you catch my drift wink wonk
-Saeran hates both of you so much

*SAERAN:
-Definitely not used to having you actually live with him
-You walked in the bathroom while he was in the shower and you never knew that he could scream so high pitched
-Black out curtains throughout the house because???? The sunlight sucks
-He’s actually lowkey really cute and likes to put pictures of the two of you in frames and just put them on bookshelves or hang them up
-But then he like denies that he puts them up??? “Idk how it got there, it looks terrible” uh yeah okay
-YOUR KITCHEN IS THE MOST DECKED OUT ROOM because the two of you actually really like to cook and it’s a bonding thing <3
-Otherwise, your bedroom is decked out with the comfiest bed, blankets, and coolest TV because MOVIE MARATHONS
-Every time you buy some cute little ceramic animals you can’t find it ten minutes later. He hides them in various places because he hates them
-Actually really loves the idea of painting the ceiling like the sky with some clouds but only in the bedroom, the rest of the house cannot deal with that
-The two of you pick out everything together! Everything has nice neutral tones,everything goes together perfectly (just like the two of you aw cuties)

*ZEN
- with zen, it wasn’t a slow move in where u just kinda left things at his house and things slowly collected over time
- nah that’s not Zen’s style
- of course he would make a big deal about you moving in
- “mC YOU CAN’T STAY OVER WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK OF US”
- “Zen we’ve already done the diddly do, what r u ashamed of”
- honestly ur lucky he didn’t make y’all wait til after you guys got married
- but it’s worth the wait!!!
- Zen completely redid his place just for you <3
- he denies the fact that jumin helped him but u know jumin did
- it’s so cute!!!
- piCTURES OF U EVERYWHERE
- the kitchen has a whole lot of sweet things bc he knows u love sweets
-there’s a sex swing in his bedroom
- Seeing Zen in sweats??? H O T
- Zen sees in ur pajamas? He suddenly has to go shower???
- Poor you gets roped into Zen’s workouts
- he claims it’s ur fault since ur sweets are fattening him up
-  living with him is super peaceful tho???
- he has self care days??? Who does that???
- face masks, bubble baths with candles, treats himself to mani pedis
- and he takes such good care of you!
- because of him, you eat more healthy! The sweets are treats okay
- and because of you, zen becomes a little more lowkey because you can’t always handle his dramatic ass everyone in the group chat kisses ur feet for that
- You two brought out the best in each other <3
 
*JAEHEE
- honestly her apartment is the tiniest thing in the world
- like you know the episode of Futurama where Fry moves in with Bender?
- yeah, that small
- you guys end up finding a super cute apartment!!!
- it is on the smaller side but it’s super cozy
- flowers everywhere!!! You want the place bright for when Jaehee comes home from work <3
- y’all have too many pillows on your bed and sofas but it’S WORTH IT
- there’s a little reading nook you guys managed to create!
- also, all the RFA hoes come over all the time
- no matter what u guys do, u can’t stop it
- one time you couldn’t get rid of Saeyoung for weeks because Jaehee figured out DIY Honey Buddha chips
- as much as you two protest, one day futons magically appeared on the floor for them
- Jaehee is the sweetest roommate!!!
- she always leaves u little notes everywhere to let u know she loves you
- she folds down the page corners of store catalogues if she thinks you’d like them
- and she always somehow has a cup of coffee ready for you whenever u need it???
- she’s a magician
- and you always makes sure she eats and rests enough <3
 
*V
- You guys get a house together!
- You needed a room for work and he needed a room for his art, so an apartment was definitely out of the question
- you love decorating the house with him???
- hE MAKES EVERYTHING SO CUTE
- He hung up Christmas lights in your room! Who does that! V’s hipster ass, that’s who
- Polaroids and other pictures eVERYWHERE
- and of course this guys gets a record player
- he puts it in the kitchen and he dances with you in the kitchen when you two cook together
- actually he just dances with you when he can, music or not
- you guys end up having a mini library because V is super into learning about other cultures??? He has books on everything u can name
- he ends up taking u out like every week for aesthetic pics, you cant get out of it no matter what
- sometimes he makes you get up to watch the sunrise with him
- it’s okay tho, u get back at him with a nERF WAR
- and sometimes you use a marshmallow shooter against him randomly
- “hey mc have u seen m-“
- “have U SEEN BOFA DEEZ NUTS”
- he just stands there getting hit by marshmallow as he stares off into the distance
- think of the scene from parks and rec when Andy shoots Ben with marshmallows
- honestly u two are so cute and silly together, and all is right in the world

anonymous asked:

do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.

*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*


Naruto is pretty sure he has a crush.

It is absolutely, definitely not on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.

It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make him stupid.

He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya, so there’s that, too.

But, the last few times Jiraiya has been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s almost as good as old man Teuchi’s, or at the best camping spot along the road.

After the third time, Naruto thinks about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—

But he’s nice.

It probably says a lot, that Naruto is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.

“You must have been training pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched, battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.

“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says, offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.

“I could use some practice, if you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”

Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as he is of the pervert.

“Nice to meet you!” he answers cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream, either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.

But, when he glances up, there’s no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling, gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—

It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka looks at him quite like that.

A little flustered, he ducks his head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things to be washed.

Konomaru promptly makes a noise like he’s choking on his tongue.

“You okay?” Naruto asks cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.

“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”

Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if they can be salvaged at all first.

“Are you a ninja too, then?” he asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s not going to matter.

“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”

He’s probably a bit over that now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”

“I’m absolutely sure you will,” Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.

They never get that spar, since Jiraiya ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.

It makes something warm twist in Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.

It’s probably definitely a crush.

“You know,” Konomaru says one night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—

Naruto just wishes that sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya disappears again.

When he glances up, Konomaru is looking away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”

Naruto blinks. He takes in the familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—

“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.

Konohamaru flushes further, ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m going to save you because—because you’re Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so sorry but you’re so cute like this!”

Naruto is still kind of stuck on the time-travel and save the world parts.

And the cute part. Definitely that.

But—

But that’s definitely Konohamaru, loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.

“So where do we start?” he asks cheerfully.

Konohamaru’s face screws up like he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”

There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving the world?” he prompts.

Konohamaru brightens. “I have a list!” he says proudly.

He does indeed have a list. And it starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with the Kyuubi.

Naruto definitely gets the feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.


(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto almost feels bad for that. But definitely not enough to change his mind.)

Newsies songs ask meme!

Overture: What’s one thing that excites you?

Santa Fe (Prologue): What’s something you and your best friend share?

Carrying The Banner: What’s your morning routine?

The Bottom Line: What’s the most drastic thing you’d do for money?

That’s Rich: Do you perform? If so, what do you do?

I Never Planned On You/Don’t Come A-Knockin’: Do you have a crush/squish right now? Tell us about them!

The World Will Know: What’s a cause you feel passionate about?

Watch What Happens: Do you enjoy writing? If so, what kind?

Seize The Day: What’s a mantra you tell yourself when anxious?

Santa Fe: What’s your biggest dream?

King Of New York: What’s the coolest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Letter From The Refuge: Who’s the first person you’d call if you were in a bad situation and needed some cheering up?

Watch What Happens (Reprise): What’s a time you almost gave up?

The Bottom Line (Reprise): What’s been your lowest point? (that you feel comfortable sharing, of course!)

Brooklyn’s Here: Tell us a time a friend really helped you out.

Something To Believe In: Tell us about your partner/best friend.

Once And For All: What is one thing you’d like to change about the world?

Finale: Tell us about your highest point in life!

Daddy’s Eyes

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 4,056

Prompt/Summary: ‘I’m pregnant.’ (dialogue prompt) / Negan and his wife decide to have a second baby together.

Warnings: Very light smut.

Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: This is another one set in my pre-apocalypse AU… I swear someday I’ll write a story about Negan that’s actually set in TWD world, lol. Sorry I didn’t go all the way with writing the smut; I’m really not good at writing full on smut. And sorry for the odd title. I am the Worst at coming with titles for fics and often just use song titles.

Also, I may do a part two to this one where Lucille meets her little brother or sister, just because I think that’d be cute AF.

Tagging: @grimes-slut, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach (Want to be added? Send me an ask!)

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JRR Tolkien, master of modern fantasy, held a deep, undying dislike for the Bard of England. Let’s talk about why and how it impacted his writing.


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Through the eyes of an INTJ – by INFJ

So I had this idea that I’ve really wanted to write: how the two humans behind this blog see each other. That is: INTJ according to INFJ and vice versa. This might be a little more chaotic than usual, since it started from me and not from INTJ (who is the one that keeps the blog on check). I am going to go first, starting with a little info about myself so you get to understand why I might feel like I feel.

For the longest time, I had this slight feeling of loneliness. I wasn’t alone. I had meaningful connections. But most of the time, it felt like I could click well with the people I loved because I spoke “their language”. When you can adapt little things about yourself to fit your interlocutor, after a while you might feel like nobody knows the real you; like nobody gets the real you. You might let it be as it is, because it feels like it is your fault. All of these things happened to me. It sucked hard, especially because I had to move out and I started to be not only lonely but also alone most of the time. Since I really wanted company, for a while I used to be with people that thought I perfectly got them, while they had no clue of who I was.

And more or less at the time, I met INTJ.

I was super into them since the beginning. INTJ looks a little aloof and maybe distant at first. I guess it might be because they are terribly reserved with their feelings. For the longest time, they were the coolest person I saw (disclaimer: I still think they are cool. However they are, at the same time, one of the lamest nerds I know. Love them deeply). Reading cool things, answering smart and calculated things to every question, and oh my god, they had (and have) the wittiest humor. After a while I started to see little things that helped me see them more clearly. They are observant ALL THE TIME. I am serious. 24/7. But it is in a very fascinating way. It’s like they can keep different windows of thoughts open. They will give you their full attention in what you are saying. Simultaneously, they notice:

- The way your tone went up meaning that you got excited for a second about the topic you were ranting about.
- The way some people on the back look a little aggressive, so they change the way you are walking so you don’t bump into them.
- That the pizzeria behind you now is closing Saturdays as well as Sundays.

(Disclaimer: I also saw them once walked directly into a wall. And get fever because they spend all day thinking until they overheated their brain. You have to love the nerd).

I am very observant as well, but I feel we make our connections and analysis a little differently. Sometimes I just stare at INTJ while they stare at the world around us. I really like trying to guess what caught INTJ’s eyes based on slight changes in their expression.

I don’t feel lonely when we are together. When I speak, it feels like they get everything or that they can get everything if we have a long enough conversation. I can speak in their language, but they can speak my language too. And it is probably the most satisfying thing I’ve felt with another human.

– INFJ

Narrados en una canción
  • ARIES: I See Fire - Ed Sheran

‘‘And if we should die tonight
We shall all die together
Raise a glass of wine for the last time
Calling out father
Oh, prepare as we will watch the flames
Burn auburn on the mountainside
Desolation comes upon the sky‘‘
‘‘Oh, should my people fall
Surely I’ll do the same
Confined in mountain halls
We got too close to the flames
Calling out father
Oh, hold fast and we will watch the flames
Burn auburn on the mountainside
Desolation comes upon the sky‘‘

  • TAURO: National Anthem - Lana Del Rey

‘’He said to be cool but I’m already coolest‘‘
‘‘It’s a love story for the new age
For the six pages
Want a quick sick rampage?
Whining and dining, drinking and driving
Excessive buying, overdose and dying
On our drugs and our loves
And our dreams and our rage
Blurring the lines between real and the fake
Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me
He will do very well, I can tell, I can tell
Keep me safe in his bell tower, hotel‘‘
‘‘I’m your national anthem
Boy, put your hands up
Give me a standing ovation
Boy, you have landed
Babe, in the land of sweetness and danger‘‘

  • GÉMINIS: Die Young - Kesha

‘‘Hearts out of minds running
Till we out of time
Wild childs looking good
Living hard just like we should
Don’t care who’s watching
When we tearing it up
You know- that magic that we got
Nobody can touch
Looking for some trouble tonight
Take my hand, I’ll show you the wild side
Like it’s the last night of our lives
We’ll keep dancing till we die‘‘

  • CÁNCER: Breathe Me - Sia

‘‘Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there’s no-one else to blame‘‘
‘‘Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me‘‘

  • LEO: Blank Space - Taylor Swift

‘‘So it’s going to be forever
Or it’s going to go down in flames?
You can tell me when it’s over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Because you know I love the players
And you love the game‘‘
‘‘Because we’re young and reckless
We’ll take this way too far
It’ll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
But I’ve got a blank space baby’’

  • VIRGO: Solitaire - Marina And The Diamonds

‘‘Don’t wanna talk anymore
I’m obsessed with silence
I go home and I lock my door
I can hear the sirens‘‘
‘‘Hard like a rock, cold like a stone
White like a diamond, black like coal
Cut like a jewel, yeah I repair‘‘
‘‘Solitaire
Something you consider
Rare
I don’t wanna be compared
Yeah
With that cheap shimmer and glitter
Solitaire‘‘

  • LIBRA:  Good For You - Selena Gomez

‘‘Now you say I got a touch so good, so good
Make you never want to leave
So don’t, so don’t
Going to wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating‘‘
‘‘Because I just want to look good for you, good for you
I just want to look good for you, good for you
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you‘‘

  • ESCORPIO: Control - Halsey

‘‘I’m bigger than my body
I’m colder than this home
I’m meaner than my demons
I’m bigger than these bones‘‘
‘‘And all the kids cried out,
“Please stop, you’re scaring me”
I can’t help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?‘‘

  • SAGITARIO: Single Ladies - Beyoncé

‘‘Now put your hands up
Up in the club, we just broke up
I’m doing my own little thing
I decided to dip
but now you wanna trip
Because another brother noticed me
I’m up on him, he up on me
Don’t pay him many attention
Because I cried my tears, for three good years
You can’t be mad at me‘‘

  • CAPRICORNIO: Misery Business - Paramore

‘‘Well I never meant to brag
But I’ve gotten what I wanted now
Well, It was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now
But God does it feel so good
Because I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
Because God it just feels so…
It just feels so good‘‘
‘‘Second chances they don’t ever matter
People never change
Once a wh*re, you’re nothing more
I’m sorry that’ll never change‘‘

  • ACUARIO: Arabella - Arctic Monkeys

‘‘Arabella’s got a seventies head
But she’s a modern lover
It’s an exploration she’s made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy’s edge
And her kiss the color of a constellation
Falling into place‘‘
‘‘My days end best
when the sunset gets itself behind
That little lady
Sitting on the passenger side
It’s much less picturesque
Without her catching the light
The horizon tries
But it’s just not as kind on the eye‘‘
‘‘Just might’ve tapped into your mind and soul
You can’t be sure‘‘

  • PISCIS: Paradise - Coldplay

‘‘When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of paradise
Paradise, paradise, paradise
Every time she closed her eyes‘‘
‘‘Life goes on, gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She’d close her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she’d fly‘‘

Duraznito-.

anonymous asked:

after watching the new episode i was wondering if it possible for TodoBaku or is there moment that show Bakugou doesn't really mind about Todoroki in the later chapter ? and what's your opinion in TodoBaku ? how do you see their relationship ? Thanx :)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh what a good great unexpected question - personally, I don’t ship it romantically one bit, but it is one of my favorite dekusquad/bakusquad relationships - I guess you might consider it something similar to an accidental sort-of-friendship neither of them seem to actually have noticed yet? It’s definitely a unique relationship for either of them, at least… they make it clear more than once that they Do Not Give A Fuck about the other’s personal struggles, I just can’t see them talking and finding sympathy in each other, but that just ends up giving them a kind of blunt and no-bullshit relationship that doesn’t stop them from working together when needed. I don’t know how to properly explain it, honestly, but they’re fun! 

I don’t know how much spoilers you want so I’ll keep this as vague as I can, but they do happen together more than either of them would like, and their relationship is a really amusing one for me - Todoroki actually cracks jokes with Bakugou around, though always with his neutral face and making fun of Bakugou himself when he does, and the way he has of just straight out ignoring Bakugou’s insults and fire-spitting and answering as if they were having a civil conversation is weirdly entertaining tbh

I wouldn’t say that Bakugou “doesn’t mind Todoroki”, but he does end up having way more important things to think about than his one-sided rivalry with him, and once he starts settling things with Deku the narrative mostly moves to push in that direction, which means that every interaction he has with Todoroki is either on neutral grounds or in the middle of forced cooperation, pushing any antagonism they might have to the background, really - also, the more the story goes on the more Bakugou becomes civil with the rest of the class, so there’s that too! Anyway, they’re fun to me, I wish to draw more of them in the future tbh

Anon said: I do laugh at Bakugou’s reaction on the podium bc visually its animated funny. But u r right that the whole thing is fucked. How is that even appropriate to do to him? And it takes until after his fight with deku many arcs later for All Might to say “we maybe sort of neglected this kid’s mental health.” Like wtf. It upsets me sometimes to think just how much All Might just doesn’t even *see* Bakugou. So much is wrong about this, from putting Bakugou on display to forcing the medal on him.

Blessed words all of them - it’s why I’m such a fan of the idea of Bakugou without even noticing switching his role model to Aizawa, actually? Aizawa’s the only adult figure in the whole manga who’s constantly been there for Bakugou, he has his future and mental health and reputation constantly in mind and works his ass off to try and help him along as much as possible, he takes note of everything Bakugou goes through, every switch in mood and worsening in personality and interpersonal relationships, and he’s always incredibly fast in nudging him towards the right path again - and Bakugou noticed. He trusts Aizawa to know him, follows his directions and accepts his advices, believes he’ll have his back without an ounce of doubt, that’s the tutor/student relationship Bakugou deserves 

I understand that All Might has a lot of problems of his own and he’s just learning to be a teacher anyway, but he found it in himself to be there for Deku, while Bakugou has been obviously staring at his back for the whole length of the manga and it took All Might 120 chapters to notice, that’s just plain sad

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why i love (all) the signs
  • (pisces sun/scorpio moon/aquarius rising/venus dom pov)
  • aries: as hot headed and impulsive as you guys are, you are really supportive and loyal friends. you will beat up anyone who decides to hurt someone you love or care for. you are super fun to hang out with too! i have never met a boring aries, and i don't think i ever will. aries make awesome friends. if you want someone to beat up that jerk that has been harassing since last week, go to an aries.
  • taurus: honestly just the coolest people ever. not only are you guys super attractive, but your also really and laid back and chill. you're also very dependable and i can't help but look up to you guys for that. not to mention that you're quite smart as well. you might not be the easiest person to deal with when it comes to arguments or making decisions (you can be quite stubborn, which is a good and bad thing!), but you guys are still awesome people and i love you guys.
  • gemini: idk why but there is something so charming and attractive about you guys that i just adore. you're creative and fun people, and your hearts are (most of the time) in the right place. your friendly and accepting and that's probably the reason why every single gemini sun or moon i have met is so popular! not to mention that every single gemini i have met has some kind of talent that they are really good at. whether it's filming or cooking or cheerleading, all of you guys have some kind of talent, and you are always good at it. i almost envy how lovable you twins are. keep it up gemini folks, you're one of my favorite signs.
  • cancer: not as innocent as you think, but they are still very huggable and nice people. cancers are either really shy and quiet or really optimistic and cheerful. some cancers that i have met are even snarky and sarcastic (kind of like a scorpio or aquarius) but are still affectionate and nice to be around. i love cancers because they are the kind of friends that will make you cookies for no real reason, or will give you hugs when you're feeling down (or just because they want to). cancers that i have met also have a very weird sense of humor that you can't help but love. these people are really cool. go hug a cancer.
  • leo: either loads of chill, or no chill. leo people will try their best to make everyone happy, but won't go all the way if they don't want to. they are generous and helpful people. surprisingly, i have not once met a leo that was popular and full of themselves. in fact, most leos i have met are pretty humble (MOST not all). they are also very funny and friendly as well. leos are the kind of people that will greet you with a bear hug every time you see them. in my opinion, leos would make awesome dads. they are really cool friends too. they've always got your back, too.
  • virgo: kind of like cancers, all virgos that i have met have a very weird and goofy sense of humor that you just love for some reason. they are also not as worrisome and uptight as predicted. i love virgos mainly because of their humor and sarcasm. they can be a little prickly at times, but they are one of those friends that will support you no matter what stupid bull crap you decide to do. they will get you out of a mess that you got yourself into, they will lend you a pen if you forgot yours at home or lost yours in science class. virgos might be a little reserved or shy at first but they slowly open up to you and begin to show affection. i personally find this part of them adorable.
  • libra: cheerful, friendly, and goofy. a libra is the kind of friend that will brighten your day when you are in a funk, and will take you out somewhere for whatever reason. they are without a doubt the best people to party with, but you might want to keep an eye one them...they can easily get carried away when drunk! most libras that i have met are also hopeless romantics, and will gush about some old couple they saw holding hands while walking down the street. they also got sass. libras are really fun and energetic people, and make super cool friends.
  • scorpio: my god you guys are awesome. your funny and sarcastic, but also supportive and kind. similar to an aries, scorpios will beat up some kid that has been bullying you or your ex partner that decided to break up with you over the phone. scorpios are really cool (and kind of reckless) friends that are lovable in every way. they can easily become the life of the party, but they can also be quite introverted as well. it just depends on the person really. scorpios are also passionate and loyal lovers, which is rare to find these days. scorpios are really amazing people, and deserve all the love in the world.
  • sagittarius: for a person who lives in a family where half of the people are born under the sign of sagittarius, i have met my fair share of sags. they are friendly and caring like a leo but also a bit reckless and impulsive like an aries. i love sags because of how lovable they are. idk why but there is something so attractive and lovable about sagittarius folks that makes me so happy when i meet one. like libras, sags have lots of sass and are really goofy. they are the kind of friends that will take you out on a car ride when you're feeling down or for no reason at all. sags are really just super fun people that you can't help but love.
  • capricorn: i have met all different kinds of caps. cheerful ones, shy ones, awkward ones, energetic ones. i have only met one introverted capricorn. capricorns are without a doubt the kind of person you want as a friend. they are not only smart cookies, but they will do special things for you like buy you a random present for no real occasion or help you study for that next math test. they do small things for you that i really appreciate...not to mention that is kind of cute. in fact, capricorns have their own little cute quirks and habits. i have met so many different kinds of caps, but the one thing they all have in common is how great friends they can be. if you want a friend for life, go to a capricorn.
  • aquarius: my favorite sign. they are friendly and goofy and just so lovable! they are hilarious and very cool people. they are quirky and fun in so many ways, and i have never met an aquarius that wasn't interesting! aquarius folks have such a fun personality! i can't enough of them. like geminis, almost every aquarius i have met has some special thing or talent about them that they are always good at. they are also good at dealing with people. they can also be a little rebellious, which for a pisces like myself, i find really cool and attractive. aquarius people are simply amazing, and are without a doubt my favorite sign.
  • pisces: and then there are these guys. very nice people, without a doubt. the thing i love most about them is their creativity and humor. i have yet to meet a pisces who didn't have a thing for one of the arts. they are also very nice people as well. some of the nicest people i have met are pisceans! they are also very accepting. it doesn't matter whether your a boy, girl, gay, trans, bi, preppy, emo, hipster...they can become friends with any people with any personality (unless those people are jerks to them). pisceans are also really funny! they are such great people with their hearts always in the right place. i have yet to meet a pisces i didn't like.

the walking dead starters ( s7ep11.)

!! SPOILER !! ALERT !! FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T WATCHED THE EPISODE YET.

  • “ please. please don’t.”
  • “ please, god, no.”
  • “ i hate this. please!”
  • “ welcome home, haircut.”
  • “ there’s more at the library. a lot more.”
  • “ you… you have a library?”
  • “ s/he escaped?”
  • “ you know where s/he is?”
  • “ no. i’d tell you if i did.”
  • “ th-this’ll be satisfactory.”
  • “ you hungry?”
  • “ i’ll get you something. what do you want?”
  • “ what do i want?”
  • “ anything? really, anything i want?”
  • “ sure, whatever.”
  • “ dude, yes, you can have anything. what do you want?”
  • “ can i have lobster?”
  • “ no, you can’t have lobster.”
  • “ what the hell do you think this is?”
  • “ do you have canned pasta and tomato sauce?”
  • “ you want orange-y or red?”
  • “ i like pickles.”
  • “ number 42 is a coding system for persons here?”
  • “ okay, i’ll be back in ten.
  • “ enjoy your new place.”
  • “ good mornin’ sunshine.”
  • “ is it just as cozy as you remember?”
  • “ you spent a long time at the wrong side of the door.”
  • “ so let’s talk about now.”
  • “ you know anything about that, ___?”
  • “ i gotta tell you, that is one hell of a coincidence.”
  • “ was it you?”
  • “ did it work the other way around? you were supposed to break him/her. did s/he break you?”
  • “ i mean, let’s face it. you’ve got some pretty legitimate grievances.”
  • “ you change your stripes on me, ___?”
  • “ you startin’ to see things different?”
  • “ after all this… before and after… hell, after everything… who are you, ___?”
  • “so, do you think you know where ___ went?”
  • “ bring him/her back. sort it out.”
  • “ stitch him/her up. fix what you can fix.”
  • “ you don’t think s/he did it?”
  • “ you think s/he did?”
  • “ you were just beaten and thrown in a cell. unfairly, if you ask me.”
  • “ i like to think that i do.”
  • “ that’s exactly the kind of person who really isn’t…. expected to be around anymore.”
  • “ just trying to help.”
  • “ barber. might be able to kill that thing on your head.”
  • “ you’re one of us now, not them.”
  • “ they eat shit, we eat good.”
  • “ must be your lucky day, ___.”
  • “ are these homemade?”
  • “ that’s some good diy stuff there.”
  • “ no – no thank you.”
  • “ you want something, you take it, ___.”
  • “ there s/he is! wo/man of the hour!”
  • “ come on over here, big fella.”
  • “ don’t be rude asshole. say hello.”
  • “ … h-h-hello.”
  • “ you got a name, asshole?”
  • “ you see this right here? you might have to get real close.”
  • “ now, under normal circumstances, i’d be showing you that real close over and over again.”
  • “ but, see, all i really want to know is if you are a smarty-pants.”
  • “ you know things?”
  • “ answer the question.”
  • “ i- i am indeed a smarty-pants.”
  • “ even though my memory is not considered eidetic, i don’t skim and i don’t scrimp.”
  • “ if knowledge is dropped, i do indeed pick it up.”
  • “ oh, you really are just some asshole.”
  • “ n-no, i’m not.”
  • “ fire, with uh… you know… fire.”
  • “ uh, huh. all right, then, dr. smarty-pants. you ought to be able to crack this without breaking a sweat.”
  • “ how do we keep them on their feet?”
  • “ you already possess the means to resolve your issue.”
  • “ god damn! if that ain’t the coolest thing i’ve ever heard in my life!”
  • “ not only is that practical, it is just bad-ass!”
  • “ look at you, dr. smarty-pants.”
  • “ oh, their loss, our gain.”
  • “ i feel like i need to give you some kind of signing bonus here.”
  • “ uh, w- well, i wa- i was gifted these pickles.”
  • “ now, i don’t think i have to worry about this, but who knows how truly smart you are?”
  • “ that is a grave no-no.”
  • “ i wouldn’t know anything about that.”
  • “ what does dr. smarty-pants say to his/her new bestest friend in the whole wide world?”
  • “ thank you. fully, completely, sincerely, seriously: thank you.”
  • “ why don’t you go have some fun?”
  • “ what the hell am i even looking at?”
  • “ maybe you should take it easy, ___?”
  • “ maybe i shouldn’t.”
  • “ uh, we could play something else. warlords? it’s four players and quite the hoot.”
  • “ whatever you want. this is your night.”
  • “ do you want a massage?”
  • “ while i appreciate the gesture, and your commitment to your assigned objective, i am fully aware that you are not here this evening of your own volition.”
  • “ video games are all about me showing you a fun time.”
  • “ would you care for more microwave popcorn?”
  • “ hey, just because this was ___’s idea doesn’t mean that i don’t want to be here.”
  • “ i’d be down with just having an intelligent conversation.”
  • “ well… i suppose a conversation would be acceptable under the current circumstance.”
  • “ what would you like to talk about?”
  • “ i could talk about that shit all night.”
  • “ in all likelihood, even if i could, it would probably escape your comprehension.”
  • “ did s/he just insult us?”
  • “ it was not a dis, it was simply a statement of fact.”
  • “ my intelligence has been objectively measured.”
  • “ so, what, are you one of those guys who can make a bomb out of bleach and a toothpick or something?”
  • “ serious as sepsis.”
  • “ so stupid.”
  • “ i’m hoping to illustrate the opposite.”
  • “ did you just make helium out of toilet stuff?”
  • “ it’s cool. we’re good.”
  • “ hey, relax. you’re one of us.”
  • “ can you please just show me some good shit?”
  • “ i’m gonna light this candle.”
  • “ no, i mean, i’m gonna light this candle.”
  • “ i was given to understand that last night’s shinny was supposed to be a singular incident.”
  • “ i need your help.”
  • “ you aren’t afforded any… mental-health services?”
  • “ that would be wildly irresponsible.”
  • “ we’ll handle that part.”
  • “ look, i know that this is crazy, and that you barely know me.”
  • “ i can tell that you are a good person. there’s not many of those left.”
  • “ truth of the matter is i’m not good. i’m not lawful, neutral or chaotic, none of the above.”
  • “ are you saying you can’t do it?”
  • “ lack of ability is not the problem here.”
  • “ you are good, ___. you have to be.”
  • “ you kidding?”
  • “ hey, the line’s a line. what, they don’t have ’em where you come from?”
  • “ you don’t know how they work?”
  • “ which means you report directly to my ass.”
  • “ i didn’t know. we just – we get so many new faces, i didn’t…”
  • “ i don’t even know what you call this. i’m gonna call it a gremblygunk.”
  • “ where is s/he?”
  • “ i killed her/him.”
  • “ s/he ran away from me right into a mess of dead ones so, i, uh… made it quick.”
  • “ it still hurts.”
  • “ feels better with a bandage.”
  • “ i wasn’t talking about that.”
  • “ oh, we’ve all done things.”
  • “ before we got here. before we understood, we were cowards about it.”
  • “ we don’t- we don’t get to have big hearts. remember that.”
  • “ wh- what is this?”
  • “ you are gonna want to pay close attention to this.”
  • “ i – i didn’t do anything.”
  • “ i found this little souvenir tucked away in your desk.”
  • “ i don- i don’t know what that is.”
  • “ you… left the door open and let my puppy out.”
  • “ that is some weaselly shit right there.”
  • “ oh, s/he ran? you know why s/he ran?! because s/he knew i would blame her/him, which i did.”
  • “ it’s not true. __, s/he’s lying about it. i would never do it.”
  • “ why? why? why would s/he do that?”
  • “ why would s/he intentionally try to hurt you?”
  • “ so, what’s s/he gonna get out of this?”
  • “ it worked before, and it worked now.”
  • “ ain’t that right, ___?”
  • “ please, please, please! oh, jesus, don’t burn me. please! no…!”
  • “ no, no, please! no! no!”
  • “ now, you know i hate this shit.”
  • “ just tell me you did it and that you’re sorry and i won’t have to do this.”
  • “ yes– yes, i did it. all of it. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”
  • “ please… i’m sorry. please. i’m sorry.”
  • “ that’s all you had to say.”
  • “ i trust you, ___. never should’ve doubted ya.”
  • “ i’m sorry.”
  • “ ice cold! i love it.”
  • “ are you all right?”
  • “ better than that.”
  • “ you can call next but it might be a while.”
  • “ i did. but you can’t have ‘em.”
  • “ do not insult my intelligence.”
  • “ said pills aren’t for __, said pills are for __. that’s why you wanted two.”
  • “ didn’t s/he kill your friends?”
  • “ turnabout and all that.”
  • “ you’re replaceable to him/her. i, on the other hand, am not.”
  • “ you’re a coward.”
  • “ that is a correct assessment.”
  • “ may i come in?”
  • “ so, how you liking it here?”
  • “ are we doing right by dr. smarty-pants?”
  • “ it’s all right. i get it.”
  • “ i know how hard it can be to accept change to get on the right team.”
  • “ i need you to understand something. i do not make this invitation to anyone. and i sure as shit do not make it lightly.”
  • “ hey… hey! you don’t need to be scared anymore.”
  • “ you don’t need to be scared. you just need to answer me one question. and it’s a big one.”
  • “ hey, be careful with that.”
  • “ hey, you want to get burnt by molten metal? ‘cause that’s exactly how you get burnt by molten metal.”
  • “ you on board?”
  • “ i am. just like you.”
Giant: Ch. 4

When you know I don’t have nowhere else to go
Does it feel good to leave me on my own?

Previously on Giant

Though it was summer, too much happened after the funeral. Lena stayed at her apartment in the city for the summer. Work kept her busy, preparing for grad school kept her exhausted, keeping an eye on her father and brother kept her borderline crazy. Long ago, her duty washed away any artifact of herself, and of that she was damn near certain. 

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Came Here to Forget

Jack slammed his hand against the bar on the door. There was music playing loudly, but he could barely hear it over his own racing thoughts. He sat himself on a bar stool and ordered a shot of Fireball.

Tonight, he was here to forget.

Sure, plenty of people came here to forget, but he had had his heart broken for the fourth time this year. By the same guy.

It was the same thing over and over. “I hate you, get out,” then a week later it was, “I messed up, I love you.”

Jack hated that he was head over heels for this guy, yet he was being used like a fucking toy.

He downed the shot with ease, running his fingers through his faded green locks and sighing. His eyes were red and his head ached. Jack twisted around and people watched, seeing nearly everyone being lovey-dovey with their partner.

A couple shared a fruity looking drink, booping each other on the nose and giggling.

“Augh..” he muttered under his breath. He settled on staring out the window by the door.

Suddenly someone pushed open the door with as much, if not more, anger as Jack.

Jack watched as this man shoved his hands in his pockets and made his way across the bar. As he took a seat next to Jack, he slid his hands over his head and groaned.

Jack felt a little self conscious. he knew he was a crying blubbering mess, and it was just his luck the last seat this..fairly handsome man could have taken was next to him.

The Irishman wiped at his cheeks with his already tear stained sleeves, trying to make himself look like less of train wreck. As he did, the man next to him looked up.

He had tired looking grey eyes and hair that had been bleached some time ago. It hung down the slightest bit, framing his face nicely, Jack thought. His hand rubbed over his stubble covered jaw, and Jack bit his lip.

Jack made eye contact and smiled weakly.

“Hello..” he said quietly, “are you feeling alright?” The grey eyes crinkled as he forced a smile.

“I should be asking you..” he cocked his head, and it took Jack a moment to figure out what he wanted.

“Oh, uhm, the name’s Jack.” he held out a sweatshirt sleeve covered hand.

“Felix,” the man said, taking Jack’s small hand in his larger one, “now really, Jack..are you okay?”  

Jack shrugged as the bartender brought him another shot.

“I’ve had my heart broken more times than I’d like to admit..” he murmured, “by the same guy.” he hesitated as he said “guy”, afraid he’d get ridiculed for his sexuality.

“Oh jeez..” Felix muttered as he sipped the vodka soda he’d ordered. Jack nodded sheepishly.

“I just really like him.” Jack said, fidgeting with his sleeves, “and I keep falling for his stupid little acts.” Felix clicked his tongue.

“To hell with him. Or anyone that fucks with someone as adorable as you.” Jack froze a little, chewing on his lip. He looked at Felix, a blush and a smile on his face.

“Oh, I-I didn’t mean that in..in that way, I’m sorry..” Felix muttered curses under his breath, his face turning pink as he sipped his drink. Jack smiled a little more, but said nothing.

“So..why are you here tonight, Felix?” he asked quietly, “I told you why I’m here.” Felix stared at his drink for a second before answering.

“It..it’s complicated..” he muttered, “I was with this guy, and..well I never really loved him that much, and I met this girl at the train station on my way to work. She sat next to me and we got to talking. She was really nice, not to mention gorgeous, and we ended up seeing each other nearly everyday. She had a similar work schedule as me, and we talked about the coolest things and..ah fuck I’m rambling..” he shook his head and sipped his drink. Jack put his hand on Felix’s arm.

“N-no, go on. I’m listening,” he said, giving a lopsided smile. Felix pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Are you sure you wanna hear me blab on and on?” Of course he did. Jack nodded.

“I-I’m a good listener,” he said, pulling his hand away and fidgeting with his sleeve again, “it might make you feel better if you talk it out.” Felix looked at him for a second, tired grey eyes meeting ones that matched perfectly. Then he continued, swiveling around to meet Jack’s knees with his own.

“I..well, like I said, she had a similar work schedule, and I started to develop a bit of a crush on her, and I thought at the time she liked me too..” he trailed off and sipped his drink again. Jack folded his hands in his lap. “One day on the train we talked about relationships and how we wanted to be sure we found the right person. Then she took a vacation from work and I didn’t see her for a bit. During that time, I decided I was going to break up with my boyfriend.”

Jack nodded, watching Felix politely. He couldn’t help but study his face as he talked. The soft dusting of freckles, how cute his nose was, the way his eyes crinkled when he was thinking. His lips looked soft, Jack noted. The black shirt he had on was tight, and Jack could see his muscles ripple as he moved.

He swallowed, looking back up at Felix’s face.

“I got home after work that week, and sat my boyfriend down, telling him I needed to say something important. He said he had something to tell me as well.” Felix took a deep breath, sipping his drink again. Jack could tell it was hard for him to tell this story.

He smiled reassuringly as Felix turned back to him.

“I told my boyfriend that I had met someone I enjoyed being around, and that I didn’t really feel that strongly about him..I-I expected him to cry or something, but he just laughed it off and..and told me he had been cheating on me a-anyway..”

“That’s fucking cruel.” Jack said, quickly reaching out to wipe tears from Felix’s face. Felix looked at him, and Jack quickly retracted his hand. “S-sorry.”

“No no, it’s fine,” Felix smiled, “thank you..” Jack blushed as Felix continued. “As if it couldn’t get any worse..apparently the person he’d been seeing was..was the same girl I’d met on the train..” Jack’s mouth dropped open, his hand flying up to cover it.

“Fuck..” he muttered.

“It’s a small world, isn’t it?..” Felix murmured. Jack bit his lip as Felix edged forward on his seat, their knees pressing together. “He texted me about an hour ago..a photo of him and the girl kissing. He just wanted to rub it in my face..so I came here.” Felix leaned his head in his hands.

He was so close to Jack, that he could have just kissed the top of his head.

But he refrained from doing so.

They sat there in silence, Jack settling his hand on Felix’s knee and rubbing his thumb across it until Felix lifted his head.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Jack..” he mumbled, “I’m a mess.” Jack shook his head.

“N-no, it’s absolutely fine. So am I. Don’t you feel a bit better now that you vented?” Felix nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I guess..” he looked at his watch, “oh Jesus it’s late..” Jack pulled out his phone.

It was 1:24 am.

“Fuuckkkk..” Jack dragged out the word, sighing.

Felix insisted on paying for Jack’s drinks, as payment for “making Jack listen to him ramble like a bubble blowing baby”. Jack honestly didn’t mind. He could have listened to Felix ramble for another three hours and then some.

They walked out together, fingers brushing up against each other. Blushes found their ways to both of their faces.

Felix fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car.

“Where’s your car?” he asked Jack. Jack chuckled lightly.

“I ah..don’t have my license actually. I walked here.” Felix looked at him wide eyed.

“No way in hell are you walking home at this time of night..Or day, whatever. Not on my watch. Get in.” He opened the passenger side door. Jack shook his head.

“Isn’t there a rule about not riding with strangers?” Felix rolled his eyes.

“Jack, I know you don’t know me that well, but please, trust me when I say I’m concerned about you.” Jack blushed.

“I-I mean I guess it wouldn’t hurt..” he sat down in the car, Felix shutting the door gently behind him. Jack buckled his seatbelt as he got in the car and started it.

What was the worst that could happen? Murder?

“So, uh, where do you live?” Jack bit his lip, then explained to Felix how to get there as they pulled out onto the street.

“Oh shit, Felix wait a second..” Felix drove back into their parking space, slightly alarmed at how panicked his new friend sounded.

“What is it?”

“My-my boyfriend..well ex boyfriend, is having a party at our..my house. He texted me on my way here..” Felix looked at Jack, complete worry taken over his face.

“Fucking asshole..” he muttered, looking away, “I-do you wanna come to my place then?..” Jack played with his sleeves.

“I-I dunno..I don’t want to be a burden on you, Felix.” he murmured, “You just met me, I’m sure you have stuff to do.” Felix shook his head and grabbed Jack’s hands before either of them knew what was happening.

“Jack, you will not be a burden to me. I want to help you. Please, come to my house, you can stay the night and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” Jack looked at his hands that had been taken into Felix’s, then back up at the man in front of him.

“I-if you’re sure..” Felix smiled, relief showing on his face.

“Thank god.”

They drove in silence, but it was a comfortable silence. They would look at each other now and then, giggles and blushes being shared.

Felix pulled into his driveway and Jack whistled softly.

“Nice place.” he said as he opened the door. Felix pushed a hand through his hair and shrugged.

“Thank you.” he murmured. He unlocked the front door and let Jack in first.

Felix took Jack’s sweatshirt and hung it in the closet next to his coat. Jack kicked off his shoes as a pug came to greet him. He laughed, getting on his knees and talking to the dog as if it was a baby.

Felix chuckled, “that’s Edgar.” he said, “He loves people, but I’m pretty sure he was sent from hell to watch over me or something.”

Jack burst into a fit of giggles as continued to pet the dog before standing up.

He turned to face Felix, not realizing how close he actually was to him. Their faces were just inches apart. Jack blushed, but didn’t back away. Felix’s hand suddenly connected with Jack’s hip, and he pulled him closer. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned in, their lips meeting in the middle.

He wrapped his arms around Felix’s neck, pressing their bodies together. Felix smiled into the kiss before disconnecting it to breathe.

Jack’s face was red as all hell, he was sure of it.

“I-wow..” he breathed. Felix bit his lip; he suddenly looked embarrassed.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Jack..that was uncalled for..” he let go of Jack, the Irishman immediately feeling the loss of heat. “I shouldn’t have-”

Jack grabbed Felix’s hand and put it back on his waist, quieting him.

“Don’t stop..” Jack whispered, leaning into his touch and closing his eyes. He felt Felix lean in again, this time kissing him a little harder. He brought his hands to Jack’s butt, squeezing gently as he picked him up with ease. He backed Jack up against the wall. Jack laughed lightly, wrapping his legs around Felix’s hips. He ran his slender hands down Felix’s shoulders and arms, feeling each muscle ripple as he moved.

For some reason, he couldn’t put his finger on it, he felt extremely safe in Felix’s arms. His cares seemed to melt away as he kissed this stranger he met at the bar.

They parted slowly, foreheads still touching. Felix’s smile grew as he stared at Jack with those beautiful blue eyes. He was a little out of breath, but in a good way.

“Are..are you sure you wanna do this?..” he murmured, looking down at Jack’s lips, his eyes not daring to travel any further. Jack squeezed Felix’s sides with his thighs and smiled softly.

“Would I have stayed if I didn’t?”

With that their lips collided again, Felix letting out a soft groan as Jack ran his fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, Felix pulled back from the wall, Jack’s arms wrapping around his neck again. Felix started up the stairs to his bedroom, kissing Jack’s neck as he did. Jack threw his head and giggled, making Felix grin.

Kicking the door open with his foot, Felix placed Jack on the bed, climbing on top of him. He laughed, his deep baritone voice rattling Jack’s chest as he kissed him.

“You’re so cute..” Felix mumbled as he kissed up Jack’s neck. Jack hooked his legs around Felix’s waist.

“Thanks..” he murmured. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Felix continued kissing Jack’s jaw, carding his fingers through Jack’s faded green hair tenderly. The Irishman closed his eyes and smiled softly. He tipped his head back as Felix’s kisses moved his shoulder.

His hands began to slide down Jack’s slender figure, stopping at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away, looking him straight in the eye.

“I-is this okay?” he asked, fingertips lingering on Jack’s hips. Jack nodded and sat up, allowing his t-shirt to be slipped off and tossed to the floor.

Hands touched his shoulders, snaking down his bare torso. Jack shivered, grinning sheepishly as he did. Felix chuckled.

He pulled away, looking Jack up and down, studying every last detail of him as he smiled. Jack covered his face with his hands.

“Stop staring’..” his voice was muffled by his hands. Felix reached over and removed them from his face, kissing each hand as he set them down.

“You’re so gorgeous, Jack..” he said soothingly, adjusting himself so he was sitting in Jack’s lap. Jack looked away, blushing. Felix took his chin in his hand and kissed him, cupping his cheek with the other hand.

“Take this off..” Jack mumbled into the kiss, fumbling with Felix’s shirt. Felix smiled and slipped off his shirt, tossing it to join Jack’s. As he pulled away, Jack let his mouth hang open a little at how well-built Felix was.

“Christ..” he whispered, running his pale hands down Felix’s tanned torso. He bit his lip and closed his eyes as Jack toyed with him. “I got lucky tonight, didn’t I?” he muttered into Felix’s neck, kissing it sweetly. Jack heard him laugh softly as he continued to litter his neck with kisses. As Felix arched his back, Jack felt his erection press against his stomach.

“Fuck, o-oh god,” Felix’s hips came to life, and he rolled them against Jack. The Irishman fell back onto the bed, pulling Felix with him. Sitting himself on Jack’s hips, Felix fumbled impatiently with Jack’s jeans, finally sliding them down his legs and throwing them to join the other clothes on the floor. He then slipped out of his sweatpants and attacked Jack’s neck again, leaving them in their boxers.

“Shit-ah fucking hell..” Jack rutted his hips up into Felix’s, desperate for friction. To his relief, Felix returned the favor, pressing himself against the boy beneath him.

Nails dug into his back, leaving red marks in their place as they dragged down. Felix kissed Jack again, slow and sweet as he rolled his hips at a perfect rhythm. The Irishman moaned into the kiss, a string of curses leaving his lips as he felt himself getting close.

Everything that had happened to these broken-hearted men was gone, replaced by pure pleasure. Jack’s head felt light, and Felix’s lips on his were the only thing he was focused on.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Felix growled as he hid his face in the crook of Jack’s neck, “fuck, fuck, fuck..”

“Ah god, I’m gonna cum, Felix..” Jack shut his eyes, his hips moving on their own accord now. His cheeks were hot, every fiber of his being on edge as he held onto Felix.

“Do it, cum for me, Jack.” he felt himself tip over the edge, leaning down to kiss Jack hard. As Felix slowed down, the Irishman arched his back, moaning louder than he intended.

“Ah fuck!” his hips jerked up a few more times before they both collapsed, Felix on top of Jack, breathing heavily.

“Mm, Jesus Christ..” Felix murmured as he turned over to look at Jack.

“Yeah..” Jack muttered, smiling at the man lying next to him. There was silence for a minute, both of them staring at each other fondly.

“Hey..” Felix lifted his head and reached out to run his thumb across Jack’s cheek, “thank you.” Jack propped himself up on his elbow, bumping noses with his counterpart.

“Fer what? Invading your house at 2 in the morning and cumming on your bedsheets?” Felix laughed.

“No no, as much as I enjoy the fact that you came on my bedsheets,” Felix pulled Jack’s head towards him, both of them laughing a little as they shared a kiss. “thank you for trusting me. Thank you for helping me forget..” Jack kissed him again.

“I was gonna say the same thing..” he murmured. Felix moved so he was lying on the bed, and he pulled Jack into his chest.

Jack closed his eyes, snuggling himself into Felix’s shoulder and sighing. “Thank you for letting me stay here.” he said quietly. Felix draped an arm over Jack’s waist and pulled the blanket over them.

“Thank you for staying.”

A/N this is a re-write from a since deleted blog of mine, so if you noticed that, please don’t bash me for it. thanks. hope you enjoyed otherwise!

also I’m never gonna do a follow forever because I’m too lazy but I’ve been really grateful to talk to a lot of y'all through the process of my dad going into the hospital in April and finally being released from the rehab facility tomorrow because he’s able to walk again and stuff and I appreciate all of y'all so much that I’ve talked to in that time even if it wasn’t about that specifically, so I just kind of went through my messages and wrote some stuff about y'all lmao. no I didn’t put it alphabetically because I only thought about that when I was nearly done and I’m nothing if not bitter and petty;

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Knew It’s Real

Summary: Mickey and Ian fall into conversation about when they knew they were in love with each other.

Word Count: 1145

Notes: Sorry that this request took me so long, I’m almost all caught up :)


The Gallagher family plus Mickey and Mandy were sitting at the dinner table, and like usual they were rowdy as ever. Carl was teaching Liam how to properly aim when slingshotting something while Debbie was trying to get her daughter to stop crying. Fiona was shouting at Carl for provoking bad behavior in their youngest sibling, Lip was marveling at Mandy whenever she would glance at the engagement ring he had gotten her, and Mickey and Ian were completely in their own world.

The married couple, Ian and Mickey, were bickering and laughing all in one, and though everyone was distracted in their own craziness, they couldn’t help but notice that they’ve never seen or experienced a relationship with so much love– even Lip and Mandy. Lip looked from the other two men in the room to his fiancé and his siblings. “Do you guys believe in love at first sight?” He held back an achieved smirk when he noticed Ian and Mickey’s attention had been turned to him.

While everyone seemed to be thinking how to answer the question, Ian and Mickey shook their head. “No.” Lip understood and agreed with what they had to say, he was just nosey and wanted to know their thoughts.

Fiona was surprised at their answer because though they never talked about the past of their relationship, she knows that they’ve been together for longer than anyone could imagine. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Ian shook his head. “Mickey didn’t love me when he came into the Kash n Grab to fucking kill me,” he laughed and immaturely stuck his tongue out at Mickey and then Mandy because she was the cause of that whole fiasco.

Mickey snorted. “True but then again I didn’t get a good look at you,” he winked. “In all honesty though I knew I loved you at first fuck.” He held back another laugh. Memories of their first days together rushed through his mind. The early parts of their relationship were completely ridiculous.

Suddenly Ian’s eyes widened. “What do you mean? You couldn’t have loved me back then.”

“Yes, I did,” Mickey admitted. For some reason he couldn’t even acknowledge the presence of the others in the room– right now it was important that Ian knew he had always loved him. “No one’s ever stood up to me before, especially in my own fucking house with my crowbar, dumbass. You were so fucking fearless and stubborn which amused me and that was when I knew.” He smiled. “I just couldn’t fucking say it out loud.”

Ian’s jaw gaped open. Truthfully he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How hadn’t Mickey ever talked about this? “I mean I knew you were it for me the second you dropped that rusty ass crowbar and started taking your clothes off, but I thought I was only one who felt that way back then,” the redhead said shyly.

“C’mon, Ian, think about it. You know me better than to think I’d stick around for someone that didn’t matter to me– especially back then,” Mickey said with an unmistakable truth in his voice. He held a steady gaze with Ian, and watched as the emotions of happiness, love, shock, and confusion ran through his eyes.

Then Ian grinned widely– it was the type of smile that made Mickey reciprocate. “Holy shit,” Ian nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always fucking right,” Mickey said and jokingly chucked the middle finger. He then threw his arm around his husbands neck and pulls him down so he could place a kiss on his head.

Cutting them off from their moment, Debbie slammed her hand on the table. “Well, you happy assholes– I believe in true love and I believe in love at first sight,” she protested. “I mean maybe it’s different for you guys because you have known of each other since elementary school, but I do believe that it’s real for some people.”

Mandy nodded. “I agree with you, Debs.” She then pauses to think. “Wait, how long have you two known each other?” She asks Ian and Mickey. “It’s been a long fucking time.”

Ian started to laugh. “I knew who Mickey was during Little League,” out of nowhere his jaw drops. “Oh my fuck,” he says in shock.

Suddenly, Mickey’s facial expression turns to match Ian’s. “No fucking way, Gallagher. Can’t be possible,” he speaks in an unreadable tone. Everyone in the room is looking at the married couple in confusion. They have always had this strange way of silently understanding what the other is thinking. Why the hell are they so in sink? And what they hell are they talking about?

Carl decided to break the silence and intense stares. “What the fuck are you going on about?” He snapped the two out of their oddly shocked trance.

“I had the biggest fucking crush on Mickey after our first baseball practice,” he spoke in amusement. Ian couldn’t believe he’d remember his kindergarten crush on the meanest looking first grader in the whole Southside. “Which was before he pissed on first base and got kicked off,” he snorted as Mickey playfully punched him in the arm.

Mickey nodded. “I always thought the curly redhaired weirdo on second base was the coolest kid there– and that means a whole fucking lot coming from me. I never talked to him though because Terry said boys that had other boys as friends turned out to be fags.” He started to chuckle. “Well look at me now, fucker, I’m gay as shit,” he indirectly spoke to his imprisoned father.

“It is real! Love at first sight is real!” Debbie shrieked. Though she has been single for a long time, she loves watching her brother and Mickey’s life together. If anyone deserved a perfect relationship, it was them.

Ian’s lips started to curve upwards at the corners as he locked eyes with his husband. His heart fluttered at the knowledge of Mickey being his lifelong love. “I knew I’d love you back then– well at least I knew as much as a little kid could know about love and I thought I’d love you.”

Mickey nodded. “You’re such a corny fuck,” he shook his head and grabbed Ian’s face. “It’s always been you though.”

Ian laughed happily and leaned his face into Mickey. They kissed passionately. Mandy and Lip whistled and Fiona, Debbie, and Carl clapped– so did Liam, but he was sort of confused. When the couple separated Ian shook his head at his family, but in reality he loved it. All these years after him and Mickey being so private and secluded from everyone else, they can freely be who they are and know that their safe. When you’ve loved someone since your childhood, you savor that person and the undeniable luck that comes with having such a long lasting and real relationship.