my dad got up to go to work and i didn't even go to sleep yet

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45 and 43 please omg your writing is amazing I’m in love!!!!

Hope you don’t mind I’m going to do 43 first in this ask and then make a separate post for 45 and tag you in it! I assumed you wanted these as Bughead but if not just holler at me and I’ll rewrite what you wanted! Also, you are too sweet thank you thank you! (Shameless self-promo but check out more of my writing on AO3)

43. Falling in love with best friend’s partner AU (Flipped things on its head a little bit. Also this is going to be a bit of a long one, I got carried away! I hope you like angst <3)

Maybe she should have realized it sooner, how hopelessly she was in love with Jughead Jones. Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t be standing here next to her best friend, Veronica Lodge, helping her decide which stationery to have at their wedding. They wanted an old Hollywood glamour wedding. Betty tried to be supportive, tried to be happy, but the truth was there were pages in her diary planning her marriage to the Jones boy.

Veronica didn’t like what he liked. She hardly knew him. She wasn’t the one who was by his side when his dad got thrown in jail or the one who had driven cross country so they could surprise Jellybean on her graduation day. No, she had been far too busy with that. Likely with her driver, Archibald Andrews.

Betty knew there was something happening between them. Something that would break Jughead’s heart if he knew. Something that would destroy him. Because when he loved, he loved absolutely. He held on tight, refused to let go. Kicked and screamed and fought for that person. She loved Veronica, with every fiber of her body, but this marriage was going to end in turmoil, and she couldn’t bear to see Jughead suffer like that.

“I have to go check out the flowers V,” Betty said, “I’ll be back in half an hour? Please don’t kill the caterer in that time. You know he’s trying his best but a wedding cake that huge is a lot to ask for.”

“What am I supposed to do? My groom’s single request in the entire wedding was that cake! If it’s not perfect then the wedding isn’t perfect!”

The two laughed and Betty departed, lost in her own thoughts. It didn’t take long for her to realize she’d left her phone back in the Lodge’s apartment. Despite having been together for two years, Jughead and Veronica had not moved in together. They both “valued their space”. Which meant, V liked her closet, and Jughead liked being able to leave his book and manuscripts thrown about a small room with little to no repercussion.

She turned around, frustrated. Of course, that would happen today. On top of every terrible thing that was already going wrong in her life, like watching the literal love of her life marry someone completely wrong for them, she’d left her phone 20 stories up and hadn’t noticed until she was at the bottom. And now both the elevators were broken. If she hadn’t been waiting on a call from her sister Polly, Betty would have counted her loses and come back after the florist meeting.

Enough flights to leave her breathless later and she had finally reached Veronica’s apartment again. It should have been simple. A laugh as she grabbed her phone, assurance that lilies and roses looked great together, and another sprint down the stairs.

But no. Life would not be kind to her today. The giggle was the first clue, the smear of red lipstick on Archie’s face the second. They hadn’t seen her, not yet, but Betty used her reporter’s ears and listened.

“I love you Archiekins. I wish this was our wedding I was planning,” she sounded wistful, making Betty’s stomach churn with anger, “But Daddy would never allow it.”

“You could just run away with me Ronnie. Forget this place, forget him, and we could start somewhere else together. You have that apartment in Barcelona. I could write there.”

Veronica’s voice sounded choked, tears in her eyes as she whispered, “I wish. God, I wish.”

Phone forgotten, Betty ran. Angry pedestrians shouted at her, street sellers tried to con her out of money, but it all sounded like a buzzing white noise. She didn’t know where she was running until she ended up right outside apartment 505. For a moment, she hesitated. Her moral compass was on the fritz. Could she possibly betray Veronica’s trust like this? Her best friend. But it wasn’t right for Jughead not to know. He couldn’t walk into a loveless marriage without being well informed.

She took an unsteady breath and knocked.

Shuffling from inside, followed by a sleep graveled shout let her know that Jughead, at 3 PM, was just now waking up. She couldn’t help but smile. That was just like him. Staying up until the sun was rising, burning holes in his keyboard.

When he answered the door, his signature cap missing and sleep still in his eyes, Betty smiled. Even without his morning (or rather, afternoon coffee) and his teeth unbrushed this man could blow her heart to pieces. He was everything she wanted.

“Hey Betts,” he smiled and opened the door further so she could sneak into his apartment, “What brings you here on this fine Manhattan…” his eyes drifted to the clock hanging above his desk and winced, “Afternoon. Wow. Guess I slept through every alarm I had. Want some coffee?”

“I’m fine Juggie. This isn’t purely a social call anyway…” her throat felt tight and she tried to keep the tears at bay. No this wasn’t about her. It was about him.

He shrugged and moved towards the coffee pot. “Is it about Veronica? She’s driving me up a wall lately,” his tone turned mocking, “Jug what do you think of the drapes? Jones, should we have these napkins or these? Can I call you Forsythe during our vows it sounds nicer.”

Betty tried to laugh, for his sake, to give him a moment of happiness before she crushed him. But it came out strangled, chocked. For a moment, their eyes met, worry lacing his expression, he opened his mouth to speak again, but she beat him to it.

“Veronica’s cheating on you,” Classic Cooper, breaking news like a blunt knife to the heart. She tried to think of anything to comfort him, “I-I’m sorry and-”

Jughead shook his head, pouring the coffee from the pot into his cup. He liked things black.

“I know.”

The silence came again. Nothing but the ticking of the clock’s second hand until she could finally break it. “You what?”

“I’m not an idiot Betty,” he took a sip, relaxing when the caffeinated wave hit him, “I’m not the one messing up her lipstick most Tuesday nights. I’m not the one texting her, making her smile when we’re supposed to be having date-night.”

She was taken aback, green eyes wide as saucers. “Then why haven’t you said anything? Why are you still marrying her Juggie? You’re just setting yourself up for something you know won’t work.”

At last his composure seemed to break. Tears tugged at the edges of his eyes and he looked away, forcing their gazes apart. It took a moment for him to finally speak, but when he did her heart broke.

“I’m a weirdo. A kid who’s dad is in jail for drug trafficking who writes mystery novels and forgets to sleep most nights. Normal people don’t fall in love with guys like me. And I figured if I just pretended we could have this unspoken agreement. She keeps seeing Archie behind my back and I get to pretend to have a regular life for once. Who else is going to marry someone like me, Betts?”

She took a shaky breath, closing the distance between them with a kiss. It was gentle, chaste, but hopefully he knew, without a doubt, that she had pages upon pages dedicated to just how special he was.

“I would.”

styles217  asked:

Yeah I totally agree. He was a jerk for what he said but you could tell he didn't actually mean it. I think 89 would be super cute!

Thank you for helping me with a request! I didn’t think this story would be as interesting as it turned out. So here is the final part! Or is it…

Also thank you @harrywavycurly for answering my pregnancy questions and supporting me!

89. “You’re the best part of me.” 

Part One, Part Two

Part Three Of “Excuse You”

Warnings: Just really fluffy dad!harry


*Four Months Later*

It had been four months since our fight that night. I was now five months pregnant and my belly only kept getting bigger.

It took a while for things to go back to normal between me and Harry. He now insisted on always having me around. I went to every one of his shows and even his recording sessions. 

Jeff had let it slip that he had never seen Harry so happy. And I had let it slip to Jeff that I had never been so happy.

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Tell Us Again-Stiles Stilinski

Teen Wolf Imagine:#19 Prompt:#…None

Word Count: 3,441 (This is the longest one I have ever written)

Warnings: A little bit of Father Stiles. Fluffiness. Sweetness. You might get a cavity. A little implied sex.

A/n: So this is another non-prompt imagine this one was not requested it was just an idea I had and went with it. I think it’s like sickeningly sweet and I hope you like it as much as I do. Italics are past events.

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You're Alright You. Part Six

• What if … on the day of her release from the mental hospital Rae doesn’t see Chloe and the gang on the bikes…

Part One- HERE

Part Two- HERE

Part Three- HERE

Part Four-HERE

Part Five- HERE

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Part Six

“RAE!!!!!!!!” Her mum woke her up screaming from downstairs. What the fuck.

A glance at the giant watch clock on her wall told her it wasn’t even eight am.

“Fucking hell”

“RAE!!!!!” her mum bellowed again “DOOR!”

Who the fuck would be at the house for this early in the god damn morning for her?

Sleepily shoving on her dressing gown she grumpily stomped down the stairs and towards the front door, which her mum had left wide open. For all the world to see her in a dressing gown which had her look like a tube of toothpaste!

“Alright Rae”

Fucking Chloe.

“Do you know what the time is?” she asked pretty much glaring at her so called best friend.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep” she fidgeted with the strap of her bag “I just wanted to come over and talk before we met up with the gang later”

Pissing hell.

“Come on” Rae nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen “I’ll make a brew”

“Rae” that was her Mums voice again “Chloe love” Love? oh piss of mum “I’m going back to bed, keep the noise down will you”

“Ok Ms Earl” Chloe said to the retreating form of Raes mum.

For a brief second she wondered where Karim had gotten to. Probably hiding in a hole in the ground, or the boiler cupboard, worried immigration had finally found him. Jesus.

“I’m sorry ‘bout last night” Chloe spoke as Rae filled the kettle up with water from the tap “I was a bit of a bitch” more than a bit.

“Forget about it” Couldn’t change what had happened, now.

“I don’t wanna forget about it Rae” sighing she moved closer and placed her hand on top of Rae’s which was resting on the work top between them “I’m not just sorry about last night yah know” what now? “I’m sorry about before that, at school

Chlo’ ” She didn’t need this, not at this time of the morning. I just wanna go back to bed.

“No, let me speak, you can talk after, I need to get this out” she nodded “I was a shit friend to you, I shouldn’t of just abandoned yah when I started hanging out wiv them girls”

"I just wanted to them to like me and I guess I just kinda forgot that they weren’t ever gunna be a real friend ta me, not like you”

“I did come round, the third day you weren’t at school” she sniffed “I was dead worried, even with all those twats, you never missed a day, ever”

“That was summet else I should da done too, stuck up for you more with them all” Thats easy to say Chloe now its in the past.

“Im shit” Oh Chloe.

“And then yah mum said you’d gone to France, needed to get away from all the crap around here for a few months and spend some time with your Uncle” she laughed sadly “I was worried you weren’t ever gunna come back”

“How could I stay away from Stamford” Very fucking easily, thank you.

“I missed you Rae, and I am so shit, everything I touch turns to shit” Her eyes where filling with tears. Rae could tell she was trying so hard to not let them fall.

"Your not shit Chloe”

“I don’t wanna be anymore” she weekly smiled “I just want you to be my best friend again, everything else…well I don’t care”

“Fresh start?” It was obvious her friend was hurting, everyone hurts.

Maybe she wasn’t as abnormal as she thought, as her Mum thought she was.

Everyone thinks there shit at some point in their lives, more than once, less than a hundred. Kester had told her that on Monday, at her weekly therapy session with him.

God he is going to have a field day when I tell him whats happened this week, and its only bloody Thursday!

I don’t think I’m going to be able to talk to him about boys, boy, Finn.

“Fresh start” Chloe repeated, bringing Rae out of her thoughts before throwing herself into Rae’s arms “I fucking missed you

"Missed you too”

For a brief moment she thought about telling her the truth about France, about being in the mental ward, about the scars that covered the tops of both of her legs.

It was too soon for that though.

Chloe may of had good intentions at being best friends again but you never knew what was going to happen and Rae couldn’t take that chance.

She wasn’t ready for any of the gang, especially Finn to know about her crazyness just yet.

They fell into easy conversation after that. Both holding a steaming cup of tea as they sat together in Rae’s lounge.

Chloe filled her in on what she knew so far about the gang. Turns out she had met Izzy three weeks ago. Thats all, three bloody weeks!

Chop was the oldest at eighteen, he didn’t go to college anymore, had actually graduated in June. He was now going to be working at a garage after the summer. His full name was Arnold Peters. Chloe didn’t know where he got the name Chop from, but they had a laugh making up their own theories as to where the nickname had come from.

Izzy was a pure sweet heart, never had a bad thing to say about anyone, and probably never had a bad thought either. Chloe had met her at a dance class and they immediately hit it off. Apparently she was just dead happy all of the time. She fancied the fuck out of Chop, but wasn’t going to make the first move with him. Oh, and was going to be starting College with Chloe and her in September.

Archie was a major history buff, which Rae had kind of figured last night at the pub, he was even planning on going to university after college to study it. How can there be more to know than he does already. Bloody hell. He must have one of the mega brains.
He was single too and worked on Saturday mornings at the leisure centre in town.

And finally there was Finn.

“I don’t really know that much about him really” she gave a sad smile to Rae.

From they way she had reacted to her knowing Finn last night she had imagined her having a bloody manual of Finn facts.

Just like they would do when they where younger about celebrities they had crushes on.

Actual hard copy books they made.

How embarrassing.

“He lives with his Dad, no idea what the deal is about his Mum, Izzy told me he’s never spoken ‘bout her, at least when she’s been around”

“Oh” I wonder what happened with her. Did she leave, or did something bad happen? It made Rae’s heart hurt a little to think about that. Poor Finn.

“What I do know, is that he can be a right grumpy sod and keeps pretty much to himself sometimes” Rae laughed remembering that she had told him about her saying that last night.

“Him and Archie are dead in to their music” Well, she knew that already “He keeps dead private really, Chop gets pissed of at him cause he has an empty house a lot o’ the time but he won’t have any parties, ,thats a bit odd! I mean what teenager doesn’t take advantage of a free?”

“He did say he didn’t invite just anyone over” Rae said, smiling inside as Chloe smiled, a little evilly.

“Don’t take it to heart Rae, he didn’t even let his ex girlfriend go ‘round and they dated for months, so he’s not gunna invited anyone else, is he?”

Ex-girlfriend? Months?

"Wait, he didn’t?” So how come he had invited her, when they only met once before, and only for a couple of hours then.

He did just say it was only me and Archie that he had invited ‘round.

“Nope” rolling her eyes “Thats not fucking normal” Chloe snickered.

“Maybe he just…."she didn’t know how to finish that thought.

Why had he not taken his then girlfriend to his house. She wasn’t stupid, she knew he had to of had ex’s. I mean look at him. Jesus Christ.

"He just what?” Chloe asked.

“It just doesn’t make sense” and then she did something she knew would either shock her friend or piss her off “his house is dead nice, no bodies hiding or anything that would make him not wanna let people in”

“WAIT!” Chloe realized then that she had shouted and whispered after as not to wake Ms Earl “How would you know?”

We were at his house yesterday, before we went to the pub” Take that Chloe.

You, he invited you to his house. Finn Nelson?” I’m glad Chloe was sat down because if not, she was more than sure her friend would of fallen over.

"Yeah” she said as if it was no big deal. It was a big fucking deal. Exclusive invitation. Bloody hell!

“This is huge”

“It was just his house Chloe

"Did you two have sex?” I wish!

"Chloe!” I huffed, trying to act annoyed, as If I hadn’t spent more than a few hours fantasizing last night when I should of been sleeping “No we did not!”

"Did you at least kiss?” Chloe’s eyes were sparkling, so eager for info.

No“ Again, I wish. And day dreamed about, over and over again.

Rae!” she waved her hands around “Finn Nelson, the fittest of the fittest, invited you around to his house, which he never does, and you didn’t even bloody kiss him”

"I’ll work on it!” She told her.

“You bloody better” She waved her arms in the air “Jesus Rae!

……………………

It was ten o’clock before they knew it and Rae quickly ran up to her room to shower and get ready to go, with Chloe into town to met the rest of the gang.

She was a little, ok more than a little, excited to be meeting with everyone again. Especially a certain someone.

This summer hopefully wasn’t going to be as boring and dull as she had first thought.

She had friends now.

She had Chloe back in her life, and she was happy about it, really.

They were ok now, ‘course there were things she couldn’t talk to her about, but she had Tixie for those things. She understood it all, because she was living with her own demands too. Chloe would never understand all of it. 

"Where you off to?” Her mum made her jump, turning to the doorway she saw that she was still dressed in her pjs, holding a empty mug.

“Me and Chloe are going out” So you and Karim can be as loud as you want.

“Out where?”

“Chippie and then the park I think”

Good, all that fresh air is good for you” she then whispered “Have you taken your pills”

Yes mum“ and she had, as soon as she had left Chloe downstairs, before she got into the shower.

She didn’t wanna risk missing them.

Knew what might happen.

Miss one and then your more likely to miss another and another and before you knew it she was going to back in that hospital bed.

She didn’t want that.

She never wanted that.

"Good, good”

“Mum, was there Summet else?” Cause your loitering.

“Oh, no just, be careful” Couldn’t help but roll my eyes at that.

“Yes mum” she threw on her backpack over her shoulder “Well I’m off”

“Have a good time”

……………………………

She was starting to have trouble breathing.

Calm down. Deep breaths Rae.

Chloe is going to notice if you carry on.

Be normal Rae.

“Come on” Chloe was excited, and it was infectious.

As they walked through the Chippie door she saw Izzy, Archie and Chop sat further in, at a table against the wall.

“ ‘bout time you two got here” Chop said when he noticed them.

"Its only five past Chop” Chloe rolled her eyes and nicked a chip off his plate.

“Oi!” he pulled it as close to him as he could “These are mine

"Hiya Rae” said Archie and Izzy at the same time.

“Alright”

She was a little disappointed that Finn wasn’t there yet. Its only just after eleven Rae, be normal. Don’t freak out.

But then the bathroom door at the back of the chip shop opened, and there he bloody was. The fucking adonis of Stamford. Jesus Christ.

He smiled when he saw her “Rae

Finn“ she smiled just as wide back at him as he walked towards the group of friends.

"Alright Chlo’ ’ he mumbled, noticing her sat between Archie and Izzy when he got to the table.

"Finn”

“Right you lot, lets fucking go to the park, I need a drink

"Its eleven in the morning Chop” Archie told him “Your be passed out before three!”

“Will I fuck!” he told him “I’ll go get the beers from the offi’ and then park!”

"Jesus” Rae muttered as he left.

“Typical Chop” Finn made her jump as he whispered in her ear “You alright?”

He kind of moved his eyes in Chloe’s direction. He was asking her if she was alright with Chloe being here.

“Oh yeah” she smiled at him. Lowering her voice so only he could hear she told him “She came round to mine this morning, we had a chat”

“Sorted shit out?” He asked.

"Sorted shit out”

"Good”

“Yeah, its is” She was happy.

Look I was thinking” but he never got to finish what he was going to say as Archie made them all jump by knocking his drink over, all over the damn table.

“What the fuck Arch?” Finn spat and jumped out of his seat before any of the coke spilled on him.

“Sorry” Archie looked embarrassed, while Chloe was sat next him looked a mix between smug and annoyed. Whats going on?

“Come on” he pulled Raes arm “Let’s wait outside, for Chop”

They all got up and followed, leaving the drink spilled all over the table and dripping onto the floor.

You bloody kids” the woman behind the counter shouted as they left.

“Maybe we should go down the street” Chloe laughed and began running off with Izzy. Archie walked after them, leaving Finn and Rae.

“Come on” Finn nudged her shoulder with his.

As they walked behind the rest of the gang to meet Chop she blurted out “What where you gunna say?”

“oh, in the” he pointed behind them, towards the chippie.

“Yeah”

“Well, I was thinking about if you wanted to come ‘round mine again tomorrow”

“Oh yeah?” again? In your face Chloe!

“Yeah” How could Chloe say he was a grumpy sod most of the time? He always seemed to smile “Just the two of usholy crap.

“Maybe” she smirked. Abso-fucking-lutley.

“Maybe?” He pouted. 

“Oh, alright then I suppose I could” she dramatically sighed “Can’t have you falling into the Backstreet Boys trap of thinking its actually bloody music, can I?”

“You cheeky madam” he laughed and she smiled “As if I would buy that tripe”

Across the street Chop came barreling out of the Off-licence with bags of drinks “Lets bloody have it!!!!” he shouted across the street to his gang of friends who where all looking at him with open mouths. He’s bloody amazing.

Of course it also caused him to get more than a few disgusted and dirty looks from the people of Stamford.

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437. Father's Day (His POV)
  • Harry: Your daughter is 16, and it's been pretty rough lately. You knew eventually your little girl wouldn't be so little anymore, you just weren't expecting it to happen so fast. When she was little the two of you started the tradition of going golfing early in the morning on Father's Day, just you two. The past two years she had no interest in going. It definitely hurt, but she was growing up so you tried to understand. You still went without her, even though you spent more time on the green reminiscing rather than playing. So this Father's Day you didn't even bother waking her up to ask her if she wanted to go. You put on some slacks and a polo and crept downstairs to the kitchen. Your daughter was there sitting on the counter eating a banana dressed in khaki shorts and a polo. You tried to hide your excitement, "what are you doing up so early?" She handed you an unpeeled banana, "I'm sorry I missed the last two, but I was hoping we could continue the tradition." You fought back the tears, accepted her peace offering, and pulled her into a big hug. You kissed the top of her head, "I'd really like that."
  • Liam: Your daughter was devastated that you weren't going to be home this year for father's day and your wife couldn't get off work so the two of them could come see you. You were upset as well but it was out of your hands. After sound check you headed back to you hotel room so you could skype with your daughter for a little bit. You opened to the door and walked around the corner to find your precious little daughter sitting on the couch watching cartoons. She yelped when she saw you and jumped off the couch and into your arms. "Surprise Daddy! Happy Father's Day!" You continued to hold her in your arms when your wife appeared and greeted you with a hug and a kiss. "Not that I'm complaining but I thought you couldn't get off work?" She smiled, "Did you really think I was going to be the one who kept her from you?" You laughed and pried your daughter from your chest. "Well this is the best Father's Day gift ever." You daughter started to laugh, "We're not your present silly!" She wiggled out of your grip and ran into the other room. Your wife took advantage of your alone time to give you a proper hello kiss, "She's been working on your gift for weeks you know. We had to put it in its own suitcase."
  • Louis: Your son was too young to really do anything for you for Father's Day but that didn't stop your wife from planning out the whole day. She made you your favorite breakfast and brought it to you in bed. Then the three of you spent most of the afternoon in the park; walking around, laying in the grass and even having a picnic. When you got back your wife stayed home to cook dinner while you dropped your son off you at your parents house. The house smelled amazing when you got home and your wife looked even better, you didn't know what you wanted more. But when your wife took off her apron and revealed the rest of her tight black dress you had made up your mind. You gave into temptations and sunk your fingertips into her hips and pulled her close. She tangled her fingers in your hair as your tongue explored her mouth. When your hands started to explore the curvature of her body she pulled away from you. "Not yet Lou. We haven't even had dinner." Your hand slid slowly down her back and latched onto her right cheek squeezing it gently, as you flashed her a devilish grin, "Maybe I want dessert first."
  • Niall: When you woke up this morning, you knew something was off. It was 11:08 am, which was strange because with the new baby you hadn't slept past eight in months. You woke up to an empty bed which again was strange and the house smelled like bacon. You walked downstairs to find your wife dancing around the kitchen, alternating between flipping pancakes, frying bacon and making freshly squeezed orange juice. Your son was sitting in his little playpen with all his favorite toys. Your wife noticed you before you made your way over to her. "Happy first Father's Day babe!" She flung her arms around your neck. You hadn't even realized what today was. "Thank you but you didn't have to do all this love." You managed to sneak in a quick peck before she returned to the stove top. "Of course I did! It's your first Father's Day and I want it to be perfect." After breakfast the three of you were cuddled on the couch when (Y/N) handled you an box. You opened it up to find rugby tickets and little outfit for your son to rep your favorite team. "I thought it was about time we took him to his first match..." She bit her lip nervously searching for your reaction. "You're amazing you know that?" You gave her a lingering kiss. "Both of you." You looked down at your son and kissed his soft little head.
  • Zayn: Your kids were always reluctant to wake you up, they knew how much you loved you sleep, so when they did they were quiet and sweet about it. This morning they tugged gently on your sheets and when that didn't work your daughter's tiny hand reached up and splayed softly across your cheek. "Daddy?" She whispered. "Daddy wake up." You finally obliged and shifted upright in your bed. Your daughter crawled up on your side as your son woke up your wife and crawled next to her. "What is it sweetie?" You wiped the sleep from your eyes. "Happy Father's Day!" They yelled in unison and your daughter handed you a large piece of construction paper. "We made it ourselves dad!" Your son said proudly. "It's not as pretty as your drawings." Your daughter said sheepishly. You looked at the drawing of your family in front of your house, it was neat and elaborate. They used crayons and markers and wrote 'Happy Father's Day' out in glitter glue. You looked back up at your children, "It's so much better than anything I could ever draw. I love it so much, I'm even gonna hang hang it in my bunk when we go on tour."
  • Written by: Anna
the mentalist starter sentences
  • "I'm sorry. He irks me. He's irksome."
  • "You're so twisted up in your own dishonesty that you have no idea how to act like a decent human being."
  • "Well, you date pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!"
  • "I can't imagine waking up knowing that I won't see you."
  • "He stood in my office, looked me in the eye, and lied to me, and I bought it."
  • "You don't give a damn about what I want or need. I am just a convenience for you. You use me. It's all about you."
  • "You're acting cool about stuff I know you can't be cool with."
  • "I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for you."
  • "You are a terrible liar. I like that in a man."
  • "Even a broken clock gets to be right twice a day."
  • "Knowing what people secretly want is what I do."
  • "So we agree. I won't tell anyone if you don't."
  • "If there's one thing this job kills inside, it's a sense of trust."
  • "I understand you very well. Better than you do yourself."
  • "If I can't live on my terms, I'm in prison anyway."
  • "I'm not going to drop everything just because you decided to come back."
  • "I'm done with that life. I did what I had to do, and I've moved on."
  • "Turns out being understood is an underrated pleasure."
  • "Being sorry is far worse punishment than being dead."
  • "You're exactly the kind of man that does terrible things to women."
  • "Believe me, no matter how this turns out, I've made worse mistakes."
  • "He's either a habitual liar telling the truth, or an honest man lying."
  • "Trying to hide the truth chips away at your spirit."
  • "I didn't steal them. I rescued them from a terrible fate."
  • "You're the poster girl for the NRA."
  • "What's going on with you? Couldn't sit down, can't stay still. Guilt conscience?"
  • "What can I say? I always had a thing for the smart guys."
  • "You clean up very nicely, if you don't mind me saying so."
  • "Oh! You got an owwie."
  • "If there's one thing I can't tolerate, it's cheap imitations of my work."
  • "Three hours of brooding silence and then sarcasm. It's like we're married."
  • "What are you, like, five? A little patience here."
  • "Your taste for bad boys is a sad relic of your childhood mistreatment. No need to pick it back up again."
  • "You know that game that kids play? My dad can beat up your dad? No one ever played that with me."
  • "I have to kill you, but I'm doing it from a place of love."
  • "You look beautiful, like a princess. An angry little princess."
  • "Could've been worse. I could have married him."
  • "You should have gone to jail, you miserable sleazebag."
  • "Okay, you know what. You're a wicked charlatan and you're going to hell."
  • "Planning is easy. Reality's a lot harder."
  • "I was thinking love is strange. Then I was thinking about a sandwich."
  • "That man has the conscience of a mollusk."
  • "You'll be fine. Just don't be yourself."
  • "Really, really dead. Wicked Witch of the West dead."
  • "You recognized my footsteps. That's weird."
  • "You're very invested in this 'man in the iron face' routine, aren't you? I bet I could make you cry like a baby."
  • "I swear sometimes I think you need medication."
  • "I don't even need my gun, I can just hit you with my chair."
  • "I need you to visit me. It's really important, I need to see you. Also a blueberry muffin."
  • "The closest a man should come to touching a fitted sweater is helping a woman out of one."
  • "Are we sleeping together?"
  • "We all have to make hard choices. It doesn't make me evil."
  • "You've got a 'bad news' expression on your face."
  • "Deep down inside, you're a cruel man, aren't you?"
  • "I know, I know. You don't know whether to hug me or hit me."
  • "Don't try to divert me with insults."
  • "I didn't say I never did anything bad. I just never got caught."
  • "He's like you. He's all fierce on the outside and a softy on the inside and he's got this squishy little face."
  • "I just had a thoughtless impulse or an inspired hunch. I'm not sure which yet."
  • "Handcuffs, the latest educational tool."
  • "If you try to question her, or even talk to her, I will hurt you badly."
  • "I've been beaten far worse for a lot less."
  • "If you don't get the bad guy, then what's the point of all this?"
  • "Your temples are pulsing like some weird undersea creature. If that's not anger, you should see a doctor."
  • "She believes, poor soul, in a benevolent universe."
  • "He's like a drunk uncle."
  • "It's not gambling if you know you're going to win."
  • "Hell hath no fury like a slut outflanked."
  • "Will you please eat that like a normal human being and not a sea lion?"
  • "In case you haven't noticed, healing isn't my strong suit."

anonymous asked:

prompt: ian and mickey with a daughter

//so yeah this is really long but yeah here you go!//

-

‘What do you think it is?’

Ian looked away from the sonogram for a moment and considered Mickey’s question. ‘How am I supposed to know? Not as if I’m the one carrying it,’ he said.

Mickey rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, fine. What do you want it to be?’

'Can’t exactly answer that either. Another Carl or another Debbie…neither exactly sounds appealing. I love them, but…you know what I mean.’

'Yeah. I don’t really want a mini Mandy running around either,’ Mickey said, smiling at Ian. They were both quiet for a moment, returning their attention to the sonogram. Six weeks already. 'You know it’s going to be nothing like our siblings, right?’ he asked seriously.

'I know. And we’re going to be nothing like our fathers,’ Ian said, clasping Mickey’s hand meaningfully. He was talking mainly about Terry. Frank was a liar and a drunk, sure, but compared to Terry, he was practically a saint.

'I hope it’s a boy,’ Mickey said suddenly.

'Yeah?’

'Yeah. If we have a girl, she’ll be bringing boys home to fuck every five minutes. And I’d have to be protective and shit, put them in their places, scare them off. Dad stuff,’ Mickey explained. Ian burst out laughing.

'Are you planning on parenting like you’re in a nineties sitcom?’ he joked. 'She’ll just fuck them somewhere else, Mick. God knows we did it in some weird places,’ he reminded him.

'If it’s a girl, I won’t know the first thing to say,’ Mickey said quietly. Now Ian saw through his facade. He was insecure. 'I don’t know anything about girls, and neither do you because we’re both guys, and we’re both gay so it’s not like we know about women from fucking them like straight dads do,’ he said all in a rush.

'Well you used to -’

'Shut the fuck up, Ian, I’m serious,’ Mickey cut him off.

'Sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood. I shouldn’t have bought that up,’ he told Mickey apologetically.

'It’s fine. But don’t you agree?’

'No. Sure we’re maybe better equipped to deal with a son, but just because we’re not women and we’re not into women doesn’t mean we’re incapable of having a daughter. Ok? Don’t ever feel like you’re not enough. Don’t ever feel like you’re incapable of doing something because of who you are. If anything, everything we’ve been through is just going to make us better parents.’ Ian told him, kissing him firmly. 'There’s no-one else I would rather have a kid with.’

Mickey smiled a little. He still found it hard to do that, even after all this time. Show emotions that weren’t anger. Feel happiness. He had to let himself, it never came naturally.

Mickey slid into Ian’s shoulder and looked back at the sonogram. They were quiet, and he just listened to Ian’s heartbeat and felt Ian’s hands gently running through his dark hair. ‘Ian?’

'Yeah?’

'Do you know anything about periods and shit?’

Ian chuckled. ‘Well one time we shoved a tampon up Lip’s nose to stop it bleeding,’ he told him, grinning. Mickey looked at him, eyebrows raised. ‘Look, we’ll just figure it out if and when it happens. Yeah?’

'Ok.’

-

'Shit shit shit,’ Mickey muttered, pacing the hospital corridor for the umpteenth time.

'You need to calm down man,’ Lip said from behind, taking him by the shoulders and steering him to the seats by the wall.

'Why won’t they let me in?’

'State laws, hospital protocols, cunt doctors. I’m sure you’re familiar,’ Lip said, causing a pair of passing nurses to flinch nervously.

'I’m the fucking dad too.’ Mickey whispered.

'Yes you are,’ Lip stated in agreement. 'I know that and Ian knows that. And the kid’s going to know it too,’ he told him.

Mickey looked at him, his eyes heavy with tears that Lip knew he was too proud to cry. ‘After everything…after getting shot, getting raped, getting the shit beat out of me…this is the worst. This shit is regulated, I can’t control it, I can’t do anything. I’m missing the birth of my child,’ he trailed off.

'You know I’ve never been worried about you and Ian?’

'What are you talking about? The fuck does that have to do with anything?’

'Never. Because with you two, the stakes have always been higher. You’ve always had to go through more and be more for each other. Maybe you more than him. When he told me you two were fucking, I was surprised, sure. But I wasn’t worried. When he told me he was fucking Kash - well, when I figured it out - I was worried, I was pissed. But with you? I knew from that first moment that you must really give a damn if you were risking it all to be with him. And time went on and you stayed together - for the most part - and I barely even thought about it anymore. If I was put through even half the shit you’ve been through, Mickey, I’d have given up. But you never did, did you? You destroyed yourself, you kissed him with a broken face, you searched for him, you literally carried him. When he got diagnosed, you were there with him and you’ve never left his side since. What I’m trying to say here is that I wasn’t worried when he was sixteen and I’m not worried now. You will be able to get through this because I don’t think there’s anything this world could throw at you that you couldn’t handle. You’re Mickey fucking Milkovich.’

Mickey hugged Lip on instinct, before he could stop himself. ‘Thanks,’ he said gruffly, masking tears. ‘And I’m sorry I beat you up that one time,’ he added.

Lip laughed. ‘Shit, I’d forgotten about that,’ he remarked, breaking off the hug and clapping Mickey on the shoulder. ‘Ian?’ he called out, seeing his brother at the other end of the hall. Mickey was on his feet in a second.

'What’s happening? Is everything ok? Has it popped out yet? Boy? Girl? Ian why aren’t you saying anything? Shit did we lose it? Shit we did, didn’t we? Ian talk to me!’ Mickey spluttered frantically.

Ian was smiling, smiling so wide and with so much love. ‘No. No Mick, we didn’t lose her,’ he told him gently.

'Her?’ Mickey gasped.

Ian nodded. ‘You’re going to have to learn about periods,’ he said, right before kissing Mickey with possibly more passion than ever before.

'What’s she like?’

'She’s amazing. Come and meet her,’ he grabbed Mickey’s hand and led him inside, casting a glance back at Lip and silently thanking him for being there, for waiting with Mickey. Lip grinned back.

-

'I love you but shut up,’ Mickey said to the howling baby in his arms.

'Mick, don’t tell our daughter to shut up,’ Ian said in mock disapproval, smiling at them. They were side by side in bed, Mickey holding Rose.

'Our daughter,’ Mickey echoed.

They’d lost count of how many nights had been like this. Just laying there at 2am in the dark, half wishing they were sleeping and half wishing to never leave that moment. It didn’t matter that Rose was crying, that Ian had baby vomit on his arm or that Mickey had a headache. They’d honestly never felt closer. And the love they had for that tiny six month old bundle that Mickey clutched in his arms was a love neither had been prepared to feel and neither could understand yet.

Ian turned on his side and placed his hand on Mickey’s arm. ‘I love you so much,’ he told him. Mickey looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

'I love you Ian,’ he returned after a pause. It still took him a moment sometimes. Ian knew why and he didn’t mind.

-

'Rose, why have we been called in today?’ Ian asked his daughter.

'I don’t know Daddy,’ she said truthfully.

'What have you done? You hit someone? You mouth off?’ Mickey fired the questions at her.

'I don’t think so,’ their six year old replied.

'How can you not know? Has your fist been in someone’s face or not?’ Mickey demanded.

Ian took his hand to calm him down. ‘Rose, whatever it is, we won’t be mad. You can tell us anything. We’ll work through it, as a family,’ he told her. Mickey made an odd sound from next to him. ‘You ok?’ he murmured. Mickey nodded, not looking at him.

She thought for a moment. ‘I really can’t think what I’ve done, I promise,’ she told Ian, her eyes wide with worry.

'Ah, you must be Rose’s parents?’ came a cheerful voice from behind them.

'Yes. I’m Ian,’ he said, extending his hand, smiling brightly. He knew they had to get off on the right foot before facing whatever it was that Rose had done.

'Mickey,’ he said, also shaking the woman’s hand.

'Pleasure. I’m Miss Cooper, Rose’s teacher,’ she introduced herself, 'thank you for taking the time to come here today,’ she said, sitting behind her desk.

'Of course, it’s no trouble,’ Mickey said carefully, trying not to curse.

'Well let’s get right to it, shall we? Rose is doing so well. I’m thrilled with the progress she’s been making,’ she told them. Ian and Mickey were stunned.

'She’s not in trouble?’ Ian asked uncertainly.

'Of course not! Gosh is that what you thought this was? No, not at all!’ the teacher reassured them.

Rose was grinning up at her fathers, triumphant.

'Here is a story she wrote, it’s just wonderful…and they’ve been building robots in art class, hers is that purple one on the table behind you. And these are her workbooks - almost perfect scores in math quizzes and spelling tests. And Rose, tell your dads what you did in history yesterday!’

'I recited all the Presidents, in order,’ she said proudly.

'You make them learn that?’ Ian asked incredulously.

'No, not when they’re six! She just knew. Must have learned it of her own free will,’ Miss Cooper explained, smiling at Rose.

Ian read what his daughter had written, carefully and neatly in soft pencil, telling the story six children living in a house with no parents. On the last page she’d drawn them. A tall girl in shorts with messy dark hair, two boys of equal height, one in jeans, the other with a solid crayoned block of orange hair, a girl with a ponytail and red lipstick, a boy with no hair holding a baseball bat, and on the floor at the end was a toddler wearing a nappy. His fingers traced the red haired figure. He looked at her, a lump in his throat. ‘This is great,’ he told her softly. Rose smiled and silently pointed to the corner of the page. She’d drawn a little house with one window. A girl with a nose ring and pink streaked hair was what first caught his eye. Next to her was a shorter figure, a boy with a shock of black hair in a tank top. They were staring longingly at the big family above them. Ian felt his eyes tearing up and then he just hugged his little girl as hard as he could. ‘I love you,’ he told her.

'Ok,’ she said. The adults all laughed.

-

'Did you hear that?’ Mickey said, putting down his coffee mug.

'Hear what?’ Ian asked. Another scream.

'That,’ Mickey told him.

'Shit,’ said Ian, running upstairs, Mickey behind. 'Rose? What happened?’

The bathroom door unlocked and Rose came out, still in her pyjamas. She looked pretty shaken. ‘Um. Nothing,’ she said, averting her eyes.

'You were screaming. I thought you were six weeks old again, never mind sixteen,’ Ian said her. He still couldn’t believe how long it had been.

'I said it’s nothing. Please let me go to my room. Please,’ she said quietly.

'Fine. Go. You can tell us whenever you’re ready?’ Mickey called after her. She shook her head and shuffled off. He turned to Ian. 'You think she’s pregnant?’ he whispered. Ian hadn’t even thought of that. But Mickey had grown up with Mandy. He shrugged, glancing after his daughter. Then he saw. He nudged Mickey. There was blood streaked on her pyjamas. As soon as she was in her room, Mickey groaned, looking terrified. This had been his worst fear sixteen years ago and it still lingered.

'Ian I can’t. What the fuck do we do? I don’t - what are you doing?’ Ian was going into their bedroom and opening the closet.

'Fiona gave me these back when Rose was thirteen or so. I put them away and forgot about them…I figured she had to have started by now, you know? Just figured it out on her own and not told us. We should’ve done something. How could we have been so fucking careless?’

'We kept putting it off. And I think we were in denial that she was growing up. But yeah. We should've…I don’t know, something.’

'I’m doing something now,’ Ian said, heading towards Rose’s bedroom. He knocked. 'Can I come in? You decent?’ he asked gently. Mickey was trying to pull him away furiously. 'We can’t avoid this anymore Mick,’ Ian told him as they entered. She was sitting on her bed, laptop open. Ian gently closed the lid and sat beside her. But before he could say anything, Mickey began.

'Rose. What’s happening is totally normal. It happens every month. You can use these, they’re called tampons, or there’s towels. If these aren’t right, here’s twenty dollars, you can buy whichever kind you need. I’m sorry we didn’t talk about this sooner. We love you,’ he said, speaking very quickly to a stunned Rose, and then got up to leave.

'Oh my god! Oh my god, no!’ Rose shrieked from the bed. 'That’s not why - you guys thought - oh my god!’ she said, laughing uncontrollably.

'Your - pyjamas,’ Mickey said, confused and awkward. She blushed.

'Shit, sorry,’ she muttered. Her turn to be embarrassed. 'I was screaming because…I can’t say,’ she told them.

'Rose, are you pregnant?’ Ian asked her, automatically returning to their earlier assumption. She laughed.

'Seriously?’ she asked, gesturing to the boxes of tampons. Ian sighed at his stupidity. 'Besides, I’m seeing a girl right now,’ she said casually.

Her fathers stared at each other.

'Why didn’t you tell us before?’ Ian asked.

'I wasn’t sure. I’m still not,’ she explained. She shrugged. 'It was a…surprise, when it all happened. I like her a lot. I don’t know if it’s just her or if it’s girls. I like guys a lot too. I’m trying not to get too caught up in it,’ she told them.

Mickey stared at his daughter. This girl who reminded him of himself in so many ways. But she had accepted herself and she was more certain of her heart at sixteen than he had been back then, and later. And she had better parents than him. He’d prove it, he knew, as he went to hold her.

'I’m so proud of you,’ he said.

Rose hugged her father back. She knew his life had not been easy, but she didn’t know the full story. There were questions she’d asked over the years that had been met with awkward attempts to shy away from the truth until eventually she’d just stopped asking. She knew they were both covered in scars. She knew she only had one set of grandparents. The picture she had in her head of her parents’ lives was in bits and pieces. Maybe one day they’d tell her everything, maybe they wouldn’t. Ultimately she didn’t care. She knew they loved her, she knew they did. Nothing was ever faked in their house and nothing was ever hidden. Well. She was going to hide their surprise anniversary party that Lip had just told her about on the phone. But nothing else.

'Is something burning?’ she asked after a moment.

'The pancakes!’ Mickey exclaimed, bounding out of the bedroom and thundering down the stairs to save their breakfast.

Ian laughed. ‘Breakfast foods,’ he said simply. ‘Are you ok?’ he asked her seriously.

'Yeah. I’m good,’ she told her father, smiling.

He ruffled her hair. ‘It really is ok, you know? To be confused, I mean. You have the right parents for it,’ he said, smiling. She nodded. Ian kissed the top of her head and turned to leave.

'I really love you guys a lot, ok?’ she called out. Ian smiled. She didn’t say it often. She was like Mickey that way.

He nodded. ‘I know. Love you too,’ he said, closing the door.

'Thanks for the twenty bucks!’ she yelled as he walked downstairs. Ian grinned to himself as he entered the kitchen to see Mickey scraping black discs from the hot plate.

'Gonna have to start a new batch,’ he said.

Ian went up behind him and snaked his hands around his waist, kissing his neck. ‘I know it wasn’t needed, but what you said up there was amazing.’

Mickey leaned into his touch. ‘It felt really…parent-y, you know? I never - I never thought I’d get to have that,’ he murmured.

'I can’t believe the boy who wouldn’t let me kiss him twenty years ago is still with me now,’ Ian said. 'Hell, has a kid with me.’

'Not so much of a kid anymore though, is she,’ Mickey said. 'And I still can’t believe I ever stopped myself from doing this,’ he turned around and kissed Ian. They were familiar with each others lips now, but their hearts still jolted like they did when they shared their first kiss in that driver’s seat.

'I love you, Gallagher’ Mickey told him. Ian smiled. No hesitation now.

-

//The end.//

Fic: You or Someone Like You, Pt. 6

Strange, how the absence of one piece of machinery could leave such a gaping hole in the middle of his workshop.

Tony crouched next to the spot where Dummy’s charging station had been, his arms braced on his knees, a coffee cup clutched in one hand. He reached out with his free hand, his fingers sweeping over the cracks in the concrete floor. “It almost looks like impact damage,” he said, his voice quiet. His fingers curled against his palm, forming a loose fist. He rested his knuckles against the cracks, studying the way that they spread.

“Structural integrity was not compromised,” Jarvis said. “But yes. Judging by material stress, it would seem that there were gravitational anomolies involved.”

“Random and localized,” Tony said. He looked up, studying the wires that were still attached to their anchors, sliced as if by a knife. “Very localized.” He straighened up, ignoring the way that his head swam for a moment, exhaustion tugging hard at his senses. His eyes closed, his head falling back as he waited for the dizziness to pass.

“Dummy’s memory files were recently backed up,” Jarvis said. “We will be able to rebuild him.”

“Yeah.” Tony patted the wall, his hand rough against the spot where his bot should’ve been. “He won’t be… It’s not the same.”

“With all due respect, sir,” Jarvis said, “after an event of this nature, who among us is precisely the same?”

There was a gouge in the wall, and Tony ran his thumb along the length of it. “Call me crazy, Jarvis, but I’ve had enough trauma in my life to know I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else. Even if it is inevitable.” Shaking his head, he took a sip of his coffee. “How’re Butterfingers and You holding up without him?”

There was a moment of silence, and Tony turned, his eyes sliding over the workshop, looking for his two bots. Butterfingers was next to the fabrication units, feeding them the materials they needed, and You was rolling across the floor, pushing a broom in front of him. Tony’s lips twitched. “Jarvis? The kids okay?”

“They are… Stable,” Jarvis said. “More stable than I would have thought. They are used to Dummy’s presence. He is the oldest, and in some ways, the strongest personality of the three of them. They are accustomed to following his lead, and without him, they are more dependent upon each other.” Another pause. “When you have a moment, I believe that they would appreciate a bit of personal attention.”

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aaaaaand look who got her stuff together. i know i haven’t posted since september, but life gets in the way and what not, but i’m here! almost ready to graduate! anyways, thank you for your patience. we’re coming into the best time of year for heva, so it only seemed fitting that another part of this was posted. without further ado, here is part three of a face to call home! i hope you enjoy. 

cashmere jumpers - december 2029

Harry watched as Eva’s hands splayed over her stomach, resting gently on the oversized cashmere jumper that concealed her bump. Her wardrobe as of late consisted of jumpers and coats that seemed to swallow her figure. It was what she wanted, though. Their lives had relatively calmed down regarding paparazzi and the public eye, but Eva was cautious, just as she always had been.

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