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Angel in the Darkness (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!



Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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Sharing a Moment (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: So I wrote this whole thing out, then decided I hated it, scrapped all but two paragraphs and re-wrote the whole thing. I don’t know if it’s my best work but I tried. Hope you guys like it.


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You know what shocks me? Byun Baekhyun does not believe he is good looking, yes you heard right. He says he sometimes wear glasses, basically to hide a bit because he’s insecure and he believes the members are more attractive than him and he denied it when fans told him he’s just as handsome. LISTEN UP HERE YALL, THE MOST ETHERAL, BEAUTIFUL, HANDSOME AND GOOD LOOKING HUMAN BEING I KNOW OF IS SO INSECURE AND I JUST I WANT HIM TO UNDERSTAND JUST HOW HANDSOME HE IS!!! So I ask you all to go on his instagram and comment phrases like; 정말 잘생겼어! (so handsome) etc!! english adjectives as well as korean works, as they’re pretty simple. So please please PLEASE let’s try and convince our precious boy he IS good looking and that he doesn’t have to be so insecure!!!!!

Drabble prompts! Send one of these and a ship :)

  1. “Oh go sit on a a cactus.”
  2. “The president needs me to do what?”
  3. “Do you even own a shirt?!”
  4. “Was I suppose to be impressed?”
  5. “How am I suppose to be calm at a time like this?”
  6. “Everything is awful and nothing matters.”
  7. “I forgot how much I hate you.”
  8. “Everyone knows the 90s were the epitome of high fashion.” 
  9. “Is that a dragon?”
  10. “Why is the bathtub full of gold fish?”
  11. “You call that a pizza?”
  12. “Stop complaining at least you only broke one leg?” “YOU BROKE MY LEG!” “I said I was sorry.”
  13. “Did you run a background check on me?”
  14. “How was I supposed to know there was someone in the trunk? I was just stealing the car not trying to kidnap you!”
  15. “Are you saying you don’t accept my rose?”
  16. “What do you mean you don’t know who Batman is?”
  17. “Are you trying to psychoanalyze me?” “Well I did take a psych class in college.”
  18. “Just go to sleep.”
  19. “You can’t sing and dance your way our of every problem, this isn’t a musical.”
  20. “If you frown any harder your face will stay like that.”
  21. “You’ve always been trouble.”
  22. “I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?”
  23. “I’d tell you to go to hell, but I never want to see you again.”
  24. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
  25. “What are you, a vampire or something?”
  26. “According to US Weekly we’re married.”
  27. “Don’t leave me alone with him, he’s got a murder-y face.”
  28. “You said you were good at baseball!”
  29. “Did you steal someone’s cat?”
  30. “I need a favor.”
  31. “Stop being such a baby.”
  32. “Who said I hate you?”
  33. “You’re not a 1920s mobster, stop acting like you are.”
  34. “Regina George would be impressed with you.”
  35. “Are you crying because we ran out of pizza?”
  36. “Wow she’s way better than you, does that make you feel bad?”
  37. “I bet you ten dollars you won’t kiss me.”
  38. “If you don’t hurry up all the good fruit will be gone.”
  39. “Since when do you have a stand at the farmers market?”
  40. “Did you actually carve that?”
  41. “I can’t get up there are three dogs on my lap.”
  42. “My dad mailed me all my old yearbooks, I never noticed that you were in ever picture with me.”
  43. “Stop playing games.”
  44. “It’s 2 AM, why are you here?”
  45. “… Where are your pants?”
  46. “Please don’t give me a ticket, my dad will kill me!”
  47. “How’d you get here so fast? Can you teleport?”
  48. “Is that my shirt?”
  49. “Are you an undercover cop or something?”
  50. “I’m not a pirate I’m a privateer.”
  51.  “Well my mom thinks I’m special.” 
  52. “I… I think I love you.”
  53. “Make that bird stop chirping, I’m trying to sleep.”
  54. “Stop running away!” “Then stop trying to protect me!”
  55. “Are you… are you growling at me?”
  56. “Look I was suppose to take my sister to the Ed Sheeran concert but she ditched me, want to go with me instead?”
  57. "You look really familiar, do I know you?” “I think we matched on Tinder a few months back.”
  58. “You brood more than Bruce Wayne.”
  59. “We’re closed.”
  60. “Shit! I forgot your birthday didn’t I?”
  61. “Just go with it.”
  62. “I need a favor, and not the sexual kind.”
  63. “Wow amazing, it’s like you’re trying to be an asshat.”
  64. “Your pickup lines weren’t cute in high school, they definitely aren’t cute now.”
  65. “Why did someone just tell me that they ship us?”
  66. “How many seasons did you watch today?”
  67. “If you make one more stupid pun, I will actually stab you.”
  68. “Never do stupid shit alone, always do it with a friend.”
  69. “Stop laughing every time the announcer says 69.”
  70. “You look good in green.”
  71. “You can’t come here and only eat the free samples.”
  72. “I’ve never lost in a bake off.”
  73. “I wrote you a song.”
  74. “It’s been 10 years how do you still look so good?”
  75. “Don’t you dare bite me, I’m mad at you!”
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Monday 17.04.17 at 5.05pm

Translation by myself (and Google Translate)
Sana & Isak

~~~

Can I ask you a favor?

What is it

Could you help us carry a washing machine up to the 4th floor in our new flat?

Sorry. I forgot I had to help my mum with some stuff

I‘m just messing with you

Cool humor

*gif of nerd joke*

Everything going well in the new crib?

Yeah it’s chill
Good that Eskild can’t stalk my life anymore

Haha
You miss him

no way
Yeah. Maybe. Barely 😎
Did you read the chemistry test?

Yes

I haven’t read shit………..

How is that any of my concern?

Now listen up. I thought we could read it together, and then you could give me your notes.

That will cost 60kr

Cool. Let’s do it tomorrow

Chill 😎

~~~

*60kr = 6.50€, £5.50, $7

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Childhood friends - Dunkirk Harry

Part One

Unknown number:
Little Lulu Lamb, is that you?

Lulu:
Who the hell is this?

Unknown number:
Your mum passed me your number.


Although the reply hadn’t exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been years since we last spoke. He’d gone off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t around anymore. I hadn’t even seen him since, and I wasn’t sure it was because we’d just missed running into each other, or because we’d never really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?

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that thing boys do when they stretch their arms up and u see that lil bit of skin above their waistband and maybe a happy trail that is 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine having a secret relationship with Robb Stark in which you enjoy rough sex and passion.

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\ Request from @rcbbs /

((can u make a possessive robb stark smut and like a hidden love idk behind their family and everything))

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anonymous asked:

Uhhh didn't it say in HLV that Mrs. Hudson had 23% debt like how does she have that car and shit like if she was rich enough to own a car like that she wouldn't need a person to rent out her space???

Close. 21%. As deduced by Charles Augustus Magnussen.

Continuity errors man. I am just done lmao. They forgot what they wrote I guess. They were like let’s make hudders badass (not that I am complaining. Badass Hudders is a good thing), give her an Ashton Martin, make her rich. Debt what debt? I am surprised she couldn’t throw laser beam with her eyes. 

The Joker x Reader - “How to make a baby”

The Joker really wants a baby and doesn’t know how to approach the subject. Last time you two talked about it your answer was an unmistakable no and he doesn’t take that kind of negative attitude from anybody, including his girl. Or so he likes to believe…

You are reading a book in front of the fireplace, sitting on the soft rug and leaning your back against the couch. The Joker is resting in his favorite armchair, reading articles about How to make your girlfriend happy on his cell. He wants to convince you to have a baby with him and things have to go the right way because he is aware he can’t force you on this one. J reads the list again and decides to try the stuff he found, maybe it will work.

1. Tell her you love her

He holds his phone with two fingers like it’s infected with some contagious virus, takes a deep breath and utters with emotionless voice:

“Pumpkin, I love you.” It sounded so cold, flatter than the flat green tea latte he orders from Starbucks all the time. He hates the taste but it’s green. Yeah, well… it makes sense to him.

“Awww, that’s nice J,” you mumble, not really paying attention. You always have to sift through what he says because he sure says a lot of things. Most of the times you just pretend to listen and find it easier to just go with the flow.

It didn’t seem you cared about his first effort and he passes his fingers through his hair, annoyed: “What a bunch of nonsense, who wrote this crap?! I should kill them,” he thinks to himself and notices there is/are no name(s) at the end of the article. Dammit, how is he supposed to punish the culprit if he doesn’t know who it is? That makes him even more irritated but decides to continue.

2. Tell her she’s beautiful

For this one J believes he needs to change spots so he comes on the couch behind you and sits so you are trapped between his legs. He starts massaging your shoulders, his gold bracelets clinking in your ears.

“Ahhh, it feels nice,” you whisper, closing your eyes, enjoying the relaxing moment.

“You’re such a pretty doll, Princess,” he leans over and tells you, waiting for a reaction. You take his hand and kiss his laughing mouth tattoo, then keep it on your face, going back to reading. That worked better, he smiles, satisfied with the accomplishment so he continues:

“Do you remember when we first met? You annoyed me so much at the meeting I followed you to your car because I wanted to kill you.”

You snort at the memory and turn the page:” Oh, yeah, how could I forget?”

“…and then I saw you bending over to reach your glove compartment with that short skirt and I realized you had no underwear on.”

“Excuse me?! I did have underwear on,” you protest, looking up to him.

“That little string doesn’t count,” he smirks and you slap his knee.

“Does to! Plus, I totally busted you staring. Are you enjoying the view, Mister J? “ you recall the question, amused.

“Remember what I answered? I would like it even better from the top.” You both start laughing like crazy; it sure was one of the most daring pickup lines you ever heard but it worked.

“Such a charmer, baby,” you sigh, chuckling, turning your attention towards your reading again.

“I know,” he has to admit, grinning. “ I sure felt I have to ask if you would like to go on a heist together sometimes.”

“ I was impressed with your approach on asking for a date so I said yes,” you rest your head on his knee, closing your book for a few moments.  “It sure was lucky you had a robbery planned for that night, I never had so much fun on a first date,” you have to admit and The Joker’s heart beats faster, happy to hear the confirmation of his awesomeness. Man I’m good! he believes without hesitation and takes a quick glance at his cell again.

3. Buy her flowers

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he boasts before he grasps the idea he didn’t get shit.

“Oh, did you? How sweet, I love flowers,” you admit, picking around to see where they are and it clicks for J: Fuck, I have none. “Ummm, I forgot them in my car, I’ll go get them,” he gets up and heads towards the elevator, not knowing how is going to pull this one off.

“Thank you, baby !“ he hears before the elevator’s door close. You move close to the fire, wondering why he’s behaving weird but you kind of like it.

On the way to the underground parking, he passes by Frost’s office and since he always has the door opened, J sees the huge bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, no doubt a gift for his girlfriend.

He shamelessly walks in, giving Jonny a mean look and growls:

“These are mine!” and yanks the bouquet away.

“Of course, sir,” Frost is fast in agreeing since he knows better than not to keep his mouth shut at his boss’s behavior.

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“Here, for you Pumpkin,” J gives you the flowers, kissing you and you really feel excited.

“They look so beautiful, I’ll keep them by me for a while,” you determine with such a glowing smile it makes him intrigued: Why do women always like this stuff? It’s so stupid. He goes back to his spot behind you and starts playing with your hair. He thinks he got this so he begins talking:

“You know, Pumpkin, you’re only getting older and…”

“What?!” you snap, finally paying attention. “ You’re so rude!” you pout and move away from him, placing yourself on your tummy in front of the fireplace, slamming your book around before you calm down a bit. “You’re old!” you hiss at him over your shoulder and he deeply inhales, not understanding why the truth is upsetting you so much.

It’s finally time to glance at that list again because apparently going rogue on his own it’s not working too well.

4.  Show interest in what she likes

J crawls down by your side and imitates your position, staring you down.

“What are you reading, Doll?”

“A book about villains,” you reply, frowning, bouncing your legs up and down.

“Am I in there?” he asks, getting closer to you and places his chin on your forearm.

“Nope,” you shortly answer, sniffling.

“I should be,” he states with confidence, pretending to read what you are.

You lift your shoulders up and try to ignore him. He takes a quick pick at the phone again.

5.  Let her know you’re lucky to have her

“I’m the most important one around here but I guess you have your fair amount of usefulness,” he seductively mumbles, thinking it’s the best praise he came up with so far.

“Huh?” you get upset, turning towards him and watching his silver teeth shinning in the firewood light. “Shut up, J !” and you push him away, sulking.

What the hell?! I thought she will love this for sure.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Princess, is that it’s OK having you around,” he corrects his earlier statement, hoping for a more positive outcome.

“Whatever,” you grumble while he slowly uses two fingers to walk down your back until he reaches your shorts.

6. Cuddle up with her at home

The Joker gropes you and uses you as an anchor while really shoving himself into you. Your hair being yanked in the process doesn’t make you receptive to his tactic.

“Ouch, what are you doing?” you look at him again, suspicious. “Are you trying to tell me you wanna have sex or something? Because you don’t need all this, I always want you,” you bitterly admonish him by admitting to the truth. It flusters you how you can’t fully hate him, at least not for long periods of time.

“I’m just trying to get in your pants, literally. Why are they so hard to pull down?” J tries again and no luck, blowing a rebel strand of green hair off his face, irked because he usually doesn’t have trouble undressing you.

“Wow, that’s why you’ve been acting awkward?” you finally smile, contemplating if you should still be mad or not.

“I was acting…normal,” he grunts, fighting with your shorts and it makes you snicker at his struggle.

“Which means weird for you,” you are fast to point out. “So what’s going on?”

“Dammit, stupid shorts!” he slaps your butt and you lift yourself up a little bit so he can finally succeed in his mission. “Ohhhh, strings again,”  he delightfully growls, biting his lip.

“You know I always wear this kind of stuff because it apparently saved my life,” you roll your eyes, feeling there’s more to this behavior of his. “Hey, my eyes are up here!” you lift his chin up from your cleavage, interrupting his fun. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He takes a deep breath and swears he’s going to get rid of you if you don’t agree with him:

“Pumpkin, we should really have a baby.” And now he waits.

You stare at him without blinking for a few long seconds and it makes him uncomfortable. He never feels uncomfortable.

“Are you…are you for reals?!” you furrow your eyebrows, gasping.

“Yeah, we should have a baby, I told you before I want one,” he grinds his teeth and you sure don’t seem thrilled.

“Really???!!!! I told you I’m pregnant when you were sitting on your stupid armchair, playing on your stupid phone with something stupid for sure! You didn’t seem to care!!” you raise your voice, mad again.

His mouth just opens, he surely didn’t hear that, concentrating too much on the article that was supposed to get you to the point of wanting to have a baby.

“Oh my God, Princess, I’m gonna be a dad?!” he blurs out, his blue eyes lighting up in a way you didn’t see before and it kind of lowers your defense.

“I hope you’re going to be a better dad because as I boyfriend…I don’t know…”

He is not paying attention again.

“The Joker is gonna be a father,” he whispers, absent minded and you have to make him focus again:

“Do you still want to get in my pants or what?”

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“Hey Princess!” he shouts from his desk and you turn around in the same time with your 5 year daughter that’s playing on the ground with her toys: “Yes, Daddy?” she giggles and J starts laughing in his crazy way that would normally make people cringe. The two of you are so used to it you don’t even care.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap, would you?” he gestures and you head over with Evie running in front of you wanting to be first one. She gets on his left knee and you sit on his right one.

“Which one of us, baby?” you pull on his hair, aggravated.

He smirks, gratified on how sneaky he can be:

“Does it matter? I got you both trained!”

“Did you hear that, Evie? Daddy got us trained. What do we do when Daddy is being a smart-ass, hmmm?” you kiss her forehead and she charges at his neck, screaming:

“We bite him!!!”

“Ahhh, good girl,” you snarl, watching The Joker squirm and snicker under attack while reaching for the book you set on his desk earlier.

“Did you have time to look at this?” you ask him while he has fun with Evie and he nods no, whimpering at the small teeth grazing his skin. “Here”, you open the book in the middle, showing him what you customized for him online. “ I got you a whole chapter in the villains book, wrote it myself. This way you don’t have to wait until you die like the others.”

His eyes get big and he grins, so pleased with what you did.

“Daddy, play with me!” Evie tugs on his shirt when she notices he is paying attention to something else. She starts bouncing in his lap, impatient and you get up.

“You did this for me, Doll?”

“Oh, yeah, because I really want to get in your pants tonight. Literally,” you whisper in his ear, biting his neck too.

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You’ve been making out for 10 minutes now when he stops for a few seconds to unexpectedly say: “ I love you, Pumpkin” with that emotionless tone he uses when he’s at a loss of understanding his own complicated emotions.

“Aww, that’s nice, “ you snuggle more to him and he continues: “You’re such a beautiful doll, Princess.”

Something feels…strange.

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he moans while pulling down your bra straps. It suddenly clicks for you and you get off him, panicked.

“Oh, no! No, no, definitely not!” you back out, heading for the door.

“What?” he pretends to be all innocent. “We should have another kid, look how cute Evie is.”

“Out of the question, you know I had a horrible pregnancy,” and you run out of the door when he stands up to follow you, fed up with your rebellion. You lock yourself in the bedroom that’s the furthest from your daughter’s room so you won’t wake her. The Joker comes and softly knocks on the door, amazed he’s not pissed yet:

“ Y/N, open up! What are you going to do? You’ll never sleep with me again?!”

You debate, thinking of all the fun you have all the time, that’s why you sound doubtful when you reply:

“Ummmmm…yeeeess….”

“Open the door, don’t make me mad! Daddy wants you! Or do I have to find myself another woman?” he bangs his head against the door, sighting.

“NO!!!” you kick the door from the other side, gulping. “That’s blackmail, J, it’s not fair!”
“This is what we do, Doll, you don’t like it when you are the lucky recipient?”

“NO!!!” you pout, kicking the door again. “I don’t like it!”

“Open up, yes? I want to get in your pants!” he tries the strategy and he hears you snicker. I didn’t lose my touch, he compliments his skills to his own self.

“I don’t have any pants on,” you crack the door open, hating yourself for wanting him so much.

He rests his head on the wood frame for a little bit before pushing his way in.

“Even better, makes it easier,” The Joker grins, slowly closing the door behind him.

Also read: MASTERLIST

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‘Falling’ in Love

Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Hi hi. I’ve read your “x reader” stories and I love them 💖  I was wondering if you would do an Ethan x reader imagine where y/n is a fan of Ethan and meets him at a convention and its like a love at first sight kind of thing?

Summary: Fem!Reader is at a con for the first time and quite literally falls  in love :D ……..ok I’ll see myself out

A/N: Hey y’all this is a cute fic full of nervous!Ethan so if that’s the kinda thing you’re into then you’re in luck. For real though, once I started writing this I couldnt stop, I don’t know why but I was bit by the inspiration bug and cranked this bad boi out. Also, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that either the reader or Ethan is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 853, goldilocks zone :D

Warning: I cursed a couple times? Maybe just once? Can’t remember. Also nervous!Ethan is adorable? Read at your own risk he too cute.

Requests are open! Send some in pls I have one left in my inbox so pls!
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INTP, ENFP: mug
  • INTP and ENFP are shopping at Target
  • ENFP: ah look at this mug!!
  • INTP: (softly gasps, gently lifts mug) i love mug
Bullshit

Summary: Mickey forgets his and Ian’s anniversary. He uses the Gallaghers for help.

Word Count: 1208

Notes: This was another request I got through my messages. Hope you like it :)


Ian woke up super excited. It was his and Mickey’s eight year anniversary, so he figured Mickey had a big in store. A few years ago, Debbie asked when their anniversary as a couple was, and they didn’t know. They decided then to make it the day that they first hooked up, and planned to celebrate it every year. With that decision, each year they traded back and forth on who made the celebratory plans.

He woke up and watched Mickey. Truthfully, he got blessed with such a beautiful man. As Mickey’s eyes fluttered open, Ian kissed his cheek. He didn’t hold back the happy smile on his face. “Morning, Mick.”

“Mm,” Mickey groans. “Too fucking early,” he complains but nonetheless pulls his boyfriend in for a kiss. When their lips separated and he saw Ian’s eager facial expression he raised an eyebrow. “What are you so fuckin’ happy for today?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Ian teased. When he realized that Mickey was genuinely confused his face fell. It felt like he was being punch directly in the heart.

Mickey scratched his nose like he was trying to think. “I don’t know, man. You take your meds today?”

Now Ian was growing a big angry. “Yes, I took my fucking meds today.” He scoffed. His happy demeanor was completely altered in the matter of a few seconds. He hopped off the bed. “Let me know when you figure it out, asshole,” Ian spat and exited the room.

Mickey jumped up and chased after Ian. “Ian, I have no clue what the fuck you’re talking about,” he said seriously. He was taking through his mind for answers but could not find any.

As he turned red, Ian let out an angry chuckle. “It’s our fucking anniversary, you dumbass! Happy eight years,” he mocked with an unmistakable venom in his voice. When Mickey wasn’t responding, Ian through a pillow towards him. “Fuck you, Mickey. After all these years, you know jack shit about me. I mean, you never fucking pay attention. Fuckin’ done,” he said and stormed out of their apartment.

Mickey was frozen in his feet. He pulled out his cellphone to check the date; when he saw it was May 19th, he through the phone on the ground. “Fuck!” He couldn’t believe he forgot. I’m a piece of fucking shit, he kept thinking over and over.

Knowing damn well that he needed to fix this, Mickey got dressed and left the home that he shared with his boyfriend. This was bad, he knew it was bad. Ian had every right to be angry, but saying that Mickey knows jack shit about him? That’s bullshit.

He expected Ian to be at the Gallagher house, so that’s where he went. By the time he got there he was panting from how fast he ran. Thankfully, he and Ian chose to live in an apartment complex that was only two blocks away. Mickey collected himself and entered the house.

When Mickey got inside, he found Fiona, Lip, Debbie, Carl, and Liam staring up the steps, probably after Ian. They all look turned their head to look at him. “What the fuck happened?” Fiona asked.

“I didn’t know it was May 19th. Fuck! I forgot our fucking anniversary,” Mickey said as he ran his hands over his face.

“Mickey, that’s no good,” Liam chimed in. The youngest Gallagher was always Mickey’s favorite, behind Ian of course, so this gave Mickey a bad feeling in his chest.

He nodded. “Yes, I fucking know it’s no good,” he said. “He’s not gonna talk to me if I go up there. He said I don’t pay attention to him ever, and I know nothing about him.” Mickey shook his head. That was the farthest thing from the truth, how couldn’t Ian know that?

“Oh, shit,” Lip said. “Should we go talk to him?” This took Mickey by surprise because normally it was he and Lip who butted heads. If he was offering help though, Mickey was going to take it.

Mickey nodded. “Please fucking talk to him,” he pleaded.

Carl patted Mickey’s arm. He could tell how distressed this was making him. “We got it.” Fiona and Debbie nodded behind him and then they all headed up the staircase. Mickey was on their heels.

Fiona lightly knocked on the room of the bedroom that Ian used to share with Carl and Liam. Carefully, he opened the door and they all piled into the room. Mickey stood in the doorframe. Ian’s body was facing the wall so he didn’t see Mickey’s presence. “Wanna talk to us, Ian?”

“He know shit about me,” Ian complained. “Been together for eight fucking years, and he can’t even remember that.” With those words, Mickey felt like his heart was being pulled out. He wanted to act on it, but Lip shot him a look that said sit still and keep your mouth shut.

“You know that’s not true,” Debbie said. “Mickey loves you. He loves you a lot,” she repeated. In reality, Debbie or the rest of the Gallaghers had never seen a love so strong.

“He’s been there for you every time we were to stuck in our own crazy ass worlds to be involved in yours,” Fiona said sincerely.

Lip chuckled. “For fucks sake, he might even know

more about you than I do. He fuckin’ knows all the pills you take and in what order. He knows the exact schedule you follow no matter what the fuck you’re doing.”

Now it was Carl turn to talk. “Remember when you ran off to the Army and went manic that first time? Mickey was the one who knew how to find you. Not us. Mickey.”

“When you’d get anxiety attacks or paranoid,” Debbie started. “He was the one that knew how to calm you down,” she said.

Liam nodded and went to sit next to his brother on the bed. “Mickey knows you really good, Ian. He’s just not very smart some days,” he said. Though it felt like he sort of wanted to cry, the redhead chuckled at Liam’s words.

Now Mickey stepped forward. “I fucked up, alright?” Now Ian turned in the bed to look at Mickey. “I wasn’t thinking. But don’t fucking say I don’t know anything about you. I know that every second Wednesday of the month you wake up at 4:31 AM— which is fucking weird. I know the difference between when you’re manic happy and when you’re genuinely happy. When you’re manic your smile shines brighter than your eyes, when you’re happy, it’s the opposite. Don’t tell me I don’t fucking pay attention,” he said sternly, but Ian heard the crack in his voice. “I’m sorry for forgetting this one thing. I really fucking love you. Don’t be done.”

Ian sat up and put his arms out for Mickey to come to him. “I love you too,” he hugged him tightly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have overreacted,” he said into Mickey’s neck.

Mickey kissed Ian’s cheek. “It’s okay.” He then turned around to the family and gave them a thankful nod. He might fuck up a few times, but Mickey knows Ian Gallagher, and he loves everything about him.

try again {part v}

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I await Shawn’s arrival and eventually my impatience got the best of me. An hour had passed with no word from him and I grew nervous. He never left the house for this long without telling me. I decided to call him to see what was going on. I dialed his number and waited for an answer.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Shawn’s chirpy voice finally answered after ringing four times. I could hear the faint strumming of a guitar in the background. I figured he was probably at the studio after hearing the guitar, but was still curious anyways.

“Where are you?” I asked, a little worried.

“Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you. I wrote a song and I wanted to come to the studio to record it as soon as I wrote it. I’m so sorry.” He apologized.

“It’s alright, I was just worried.”

“How was your doctor’s appointment?” Shawn asked me. His interest in everything I did was something else I loved about Shawn. Even if it was just a simple doctor’s appointment, Shawn wanted to know how it was. Except this appointment wasn’t a simple or a normal one, but Shawn didn’t know otherwise.

“It was good, I’ll tell you more when you get home.” I promised. We continued talking about our day so far. Shawn was finally on his way home by the end of our phone call. I was getting so excited about telling him and then I realized I hadn’t even thought out how I was going to do it.

Do I just tell him, blurt it out? ‘Hey love, we’re having a baby!’ Or do I need to do something extremely sweet and surprise him? 'You know, Father’s Day is coming up, I think we should go out and celebrate.’ Shawn would probably say, 'Why would we celebrate Father’s Day?’ And I would respond with ‘Because you’re going to be a father.’ No, that’s too cheesy. But what do I need to do?

By the time I heard Shawn pull up, I had decided how I was going to tell him. I took in a long, deep breath and prepared myself. I wasn’t sure what exactly I was preparing myself for. Shawn would be excited no matter how I broke the news to him. There was no way I could screw this up. Shawn walked in the door looking stressed and I knew that would cause my plan to work even better. He gently set his guitar down in the foyer then walked to the kitchen. He sighed softly while running his fingers through his thick, curly hair. He really needed a haircut. The long hair wasn’t much of a dad look.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when he sat down on one of the stools.

“When I got to the studio the song didn’t sound as good as I thought it did so we had to do some tweaking. Nothing major.” He admitted. I looked at him from across the kitchen while he clenched his jaw and looked down at the marble counter top. He looked exhausted from his day’s work. He said he had left right after I did and he just now got home. He spent a whopping six hours working on a song and recording it.

“Want a drink?” I said. His answer was yes so I started pouring him a drink. I walked towards Shawn with his drink in my hand and not one for myself, for obvious reasons. I sat it down in front of Shawn and rubbed his back lovingly. I felt every ridge of his muscular back and in my mind, admired it.

“Are you not going to drink anything? Not even some wine?” Shawn asked. I shook my head while scrunching my nose up out of disgust. He probably thought I was sick, I rarely ever turn down wine.

“I can’t.” I told him. I waited for him to catch on and could barely hide a smile that was forming on my lips.

“What do you mean you can’t? Don’t you mean you don’t want to?”

“No, I can’t drink.” I told him once again. The fact that he was tired was probably why he hadn’t figured it out yet. I wanted to just blurt it out. ‘I’m pregnant, you idiot! Why haven’t you caught on yet?’

“Why not?” He now looked confused and had his hand resting on my waist, rubbing slowly. Shawn rubbing my hips and my waist would be something that was rare once he I told him the news. He would always be caressing my stomach from now on and I was sure of it. I pecked his lips quickly a few times, tasting the faint, undeniable flavor of liquor. I prepared myself to tell Shawn the best news I would ever tell him. I smiled while inhaling then exhaling deeply.

“I’m pregnant.” I breathed out against his lips. I closed my eyes and waited for his reaction while my forehead rested against Shawn’s. I waited for Shawn to smile, to hug me just a little too tight, and kiss me.

“You’re pregnant? You’re really pregnant?” Shawn inquired, looking happier than a child on Christmas morning. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me in a hug.

“I’m really pregnant, Shawn.” I told him. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me sweetly. His lips pressed against mine over and over again. During multiple kisses, our teeth hit one another’s because we couldn’t control the smile we were both wearing.

“I love you.” Shawn kept repeating in between kisses. After pulling away from my lips, he lowered himself down and knelt in front of me. “And I love you just as much.” He said while kissing my stomach softly just once.

“I love you too.” I spoke. This was really happening. Shawn and I were finally having a baby after so many years of wanting one. We were finally starting a family.


“So what about names?” Shawn asked excitedly while we were laying in bed later that night. I chuckled lightly and rolled over to face Shawn. His arm was slung over my waist as soon as I was facing him.

“Babe, we don’t even know the gender yet. Don’t you think it’s a little too early for names?” I stroked his cheek with my thumb while staring into his huge caramel colored eyes, a trait I hoped our baby would inherit. To be quite honest, I hoped our baby looked just like Shawn. A mini Shawn would be the most adorable child on earth.

“It’s never too early for names.” Shawn scoffed jokingly. “If it’s a girl, I like Addison. Addison Mendes.”

“I like Addison too.” I agreed. Shawn already seemed more creative with names than I was. We would probably change our mind on names dozens of times though.

“And we could call her Addie for short.” Shawn smiled and I smiled too. We were both so exuberantly happy about being parents.

“What about for a boy?” I asked. Shawn thought hard about it.

“I like Oliver, and we could call him Ollie?” Shawn said. Shawn and I both looked at each other for a moment before making facial expressions that showed we didn’t like it. “Okay, babe.” Shawn laughed while kissing my forehead.

“When is your first doctor’s appointment?” Shawn asked. I told him the time of the appointment I had scheduled earlier today. “I’ll be there.”

“But won’t you have a show? Or a photoshoot, something?” I wondered.

“I do, but you and our baby are more important.” The baby was only the size of a little bean and Shawn was already an amazing father. I absolutely could not wait to raise this child with him.

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On a scale of one to ten, one being the least worst, and ten being the absolute most terrible, a rowdy bar in the rougher part of town on a Saturday night is probably on the higher end of Asahi’s discomfort spectrum.

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