you and i both know you're not supposed to take my place brother

You're John Feldmann Niece*Calum Hood Imagine*

Originally posted by outerspaceimagines

Description: You are John Feldmann Niece, and you help out Amy with getting the party all set up. And along the way you finally meet Calum, who your uncle never shuts up about.

Requested: Nope

Rated: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count:2,079

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for not posting in a while. But I should be getting back on here more hopefully, work has been kicking my ass.. Scratch that Life has been kicking my ass. But I hope enjoy!

“You know that probably is not the smartest idea,” John told you as you were trying or at least figuring out how to put the speakers on the side of the house for his Birthday party. “Well no one else would do it, my brother’s said nope, Amy said no way in hell. Which means this bitch right here has to do it! And aren’t you supposed to be inside?” I questioned leaning back from side of the house, observing the speakers that were placed there. Hopefully they stayed and didn’t fall on anyone, small chuckle escaping past my lips at the thought of it falling.

“God why am I like this?” I mumbled to myself shaking my head at my morbid thoughts, climbing down the ladder making sure to watch my step, holding onto the ladder with a death grip. Jumping down from the last step, taking a few steps back to admire my work that I did, three speakers were on the house, two on the side and one in the middle. John stood next to me also admiring it, he rested a hand on my shoulder before saying, “See Amy could not have done that and your brothers probably would have fell.” Nodding my head to show that what he said was true, very true, “Well I’m leaving to go and help them pick out some suits. Have fun!” Rolling my eyes at him as I watched him retreat from helping, though it was HIS birthday party. Doesn’t mean that he can’t help with carrying around some of the heavy stuff.

“Hey Y/N, I need you to go and get some people,” Amy spoke as she walked towards me with cases of beers in her hands, “Amy.. Why me? Dawn could go and get them or even Michael could,” I whined while stomping towards her in a state of annoyance and exhaustion, “Well John is taking them somewhere to get some suits, because you know how he is, and Ashton does not have his licenses yet and Calum won’t be here till later on. Ashton really wants to help out before anyone get’s here.  I can’t go and get him which means that you have to go and get him.”

With a heavy sigh of understanding before nodding my head in agreement, “Well I understand that, just give me his address and I’ll go and get him.” With a nod she went back to carrying the beer to the table outside, “Hey, make sure you get that thing out of the closet!”  I hollered back towards her, walking towards my car with my keys in hand and phone in my back pocket.

Opening the door to the jeep, and jumping right in before starting the car I looked at the address that Amy had sent too me.

“Literally three house down from Richard’s house.” Starting the car, and slowly backing out of the driveway, making sure not to hit any of the cars that were parked by the curbs.  Turning up the radio, jamming out to some Foo Fighters and Rob Zombie, after a 40 minutes of driving. I arrived at the house, pressing in the middle of the steering wheel, the horn making a faint honk sound. Ashton came jogging out of his house, phone and wallet in hand a small wave was sent in my direction, opening the door as he thanked me for picking him up.

“Hey no problem, at least I got away from helping for a while,” I chuckled, throwing the gear shift reverse and started to slowly back out. “So you are John niece? You kind of look like him,” Ashton noticed the same slim bridge but wide nose though her nose was just a smaller version of it. “Yeah,  well you know we are related.” I mouthed off at him, tilting his head to side a bit, “Yeah, you are right. But you guys look a lot of like.”

“Well it might be because his brother is my dad,  and they look almost like twins. Which would mean we have some of the same features,” I said again, turning on my blinker to signal for the left lane. “You both act a lot alike as well,” He pointed out, about how she was definitely a smartass. Laughing at what he said, I did agree with that part, “That is true, John practically raised my brothers and I, since our parents weren’t the greatest so he took us in. So yes, I do act a lot like him.”

The rest of the ride, was silent and that was what I wanted. I never was one for a lot of conversation while driving or any other time. Finally we got back to the house an hour before everyone is suppose to show up, Ashton was out of the car before I turned off the car. Climbing out of the car, stretching my legs just a little bit, doing a couple of lunges just to get the blood flowing. “What in any gods name are you doing?” A small scream left my lips, turning around a little too quick making my vision blur, John and my brothers along with another guy were staring at me.

“I was doing lunges,” I told them, eyeing the rather tall guy with the dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, he was taller than John but not my brothers. His hat though were crushing his curls, “Why?” Michael wondered out loud, my sister stood there with her bright red hair (that was natural) no a bun, no shoes on since she kicked them off to the side of the driveway and her blue jeans with a black shirt that said ‘Fuck You’ with a smiley face.  

“Because after picking up Ashton, which was a long car ride. My legs were sore and tired, which called for some lunges.”

“In the middle of the drive-way? Of all places,” John spoke for the first time, gesturing with his hand around the neighborhood.

“And you have to show that face.. In public?” Y/N shot back, gesturing with her hands wide and spinning around for emphasis.

Silence was heard besides a giggle from the Tall brunette, with a smirk Y/N turned around and walked towards the backyard. Where she could hear the commotion of everyone trying to get everything together.

Opening the gate, she saw that there was a stage set up with even more speakers, little twinkly lights were dangling across the yard, and even wrapped around the pillars of the back porch. Food was out and so was the grill, beverages were all on the table.

“Y/N!” Amy gushed out, jogging over from where she was giving instructions to Ashton for the grill. “Is he here?” She whispered softly, grabbing underneath your armpit softly dragging you over towards the gate again. “He is here, Michael and Dawn along with who I am guessing is Calum are all in the driveway,” You informed her, with a sigh she looked at you with annoyance and stress, “I need you to distract them, take them on a walk or something please. Everyone still isn’t here yet,” She begged almost.. Key word almost, rolling those green eyes of yours, “I guess, but I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

Walking away from her and out of the backyard, just to walk fast first into a broad and toned chest. Averting my eyes up at someone with brown eyes, “Calum. Right?”

“Yeah, Calum. And you must be from what I am guessing from not even five minutes ago, you would be Y/N, John eldest niece,” He spoke low and quick, his accent coming out just a little or more like a lot. He smelled like Old Spice, and it was definitely distracting, “You smell really good,” You blurted out, thinking that at first maybe you did not say it, but from his amused face and the strange looks from my brothers and uncle. I did say it out loud, “Hey! Let’s go on a walk,” Clapping your hands together while rubbing them. “Well, I was wanting to go and freshen up just a bit. Never mind that is not an option.” John and the others were cut short when you grabbed them all by the hand, and dragging them down the driveway.

“Amy put you up too this didn’t she?”

“Yes. She still needs a little more time to get everything together, and waiting for other people too show up as well.”

“Which means taking us away from the house, all of us?” Michael spoke up from the back, “Hey do not give me attitude or lip, I just did what she said. She said take them away, but I gave her twenty minutes,” I informed him and the rest of what was going on, looking down at my phone screen to check the time.

“Okay let’s head on back. We have been out for like forty minutes,” Started walking back towards the house, sending a quick text message towards Amy about our return.

Good, everything is set up and everyone is here. Hurry back quickly!’

The walk back was silent except for the occasional talk between John and my brothers. Those three were more upfront while Calum and I were kind of dragging behind. “Do you know how to play any instruments?” He broke the silence between us, and keep in mind it was one of those awkward/ comfortable silence.

“Ugh.. I kind of play the guitar and the piano. But I am not the greatest at it,” You told him, starting to see the house in sight now. Along with the all the cars parked up and down the street, “Well you probably already know that I play the bass, but am learning how to play the piano as well,” He said stuffing his hands in his pockets and picking up his pace a little faster now, “Right aren’t you the bassist in like.. Four seconds to Jupiter or something along those lines,” You asked him being completely serious since you really didn’t know the name of the band.

“Five Seconds of Summer is the name.”

“Right! Yeah, sorry I never really listen to my uncle when he talks about any of the bands he helps out with. Unless it is about Brendon or Twenty One Pilots.”

“Have you ever met them?”

“My boys? Of course I have! But I met the Madden Brothers before any of them.”

“Seriously? That is sick honestly, I just met them a couple years back, really good guys.”

After that silence was restored between you both, but mostly since we had arrived at the gate. John went in first since it took awhile to convince him to do so, and right when he rounded the corner of the house everyone jumped out from there hidden spots and screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, and the lights that Amy or whoever put up came on and light music started to play.

“Did you jump?” Michael and Dawn asked me, a small shrug for a response at their question.

“Happy Birthday John,” Calum clapped his hand on my uncle shoulder squeezing it a little,

“Thanks man.”

I watched as everyone told him happy birthday, while Calum and I walked away towards the back where no one was at. “This maybe a little straight forward, but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime,” He broke the silence yet again, it was quiet for a minute or so before nodding my head slowly as a yes.
“A coffee hang out? I know this really cute place in San Diego it ha-”

“There you are, we have to go and get that thing!” Dawn gushed reaching for your hand, dragging you towards the house and leaving behind Calum who didn’t have any way of getting in contact with you since now. It was the game plan and you were now in charge of making sure that everything was A okay.

“Here is her number, you hurt her and I will end that wonderful career for you Hood.” John slide the paper in his hand before walking away. A large smile spreading across his face once again, leaving Calum alone but happy that he had some way of contacting you. Though now he was kind of intimidated by how quick John can go from ‘scary and ruin your life’ too ‘Nothing happened back there and I never stop smiling.’

anonymous asked:

Any chance of getting a post about Tim and Dick's relationship? You may totally already have done so apologies if you have... I LOVE your posts, by the way. I think you're one of the most thoughtful meta writers and you have, hands down, the best grasp on Dick that I've read.

I have a great grasp on my Dick. I’m sorry you made that too easy 

(Nightwing Vol 2 #25)

Thank you so much! I don’t know if you still follow me since this is my oldest drafted ask – literally over eight months old, I’m so sorry.

Dick and Tim, though. I know there’s this impression that all the Robins are siblings to each other, annnnnd… All the Batkids have very unique relationships with each other, but Dick and Tim are the only ones who I’ve actually seen refer to each other as brothers. Cass, Steph, Jason, Damian… the ‘sibling’ relationships are much more obscure, although a strong argument could definitely be made for [Dick and Damian].

But yeah, Dick and Tim definitely stand out as brothers in canon, though they had a rocky start.

(New Titans #61)

“Now, who the hell are you?”

Ha, Dick, calm down. Alright, click click the read more and let’s get started.

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mizjoely  asked:

1. for Sherlolly: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

I’m not sure about ‘hilarious’ but I’ll give it a shot. thanks for the prompt(s) x

“For God’s sake, Dad. Don’t be such a loser!”

“You’re not going out like that. Whilst you’re living under my roof, you’ll obey my rules.”

“Where did you get that one from? The Ladybird Book of Parenting?”

Molly rolled her eyes, focusing on the medical journal in her hands; her husband and daughter had been arguing about her night out for the past half hour. At fifteen years old, she was keen to spend as much time as possible with her group of friends which, to Sherlock’s concern, consisted of three nineteen-year-old boys; her assurances they were like the brothers she’d never had did nothing to reassure her protective father. Heavy footsteps thundered down the stairs and Clara barrelled into the living room, Sherlock hot on her heels.

“Mum, will you tell him the skirt is supposed to be this short?” The teen demanded, gesturing at her outfit. Before Molly could even open her mouth, Sherlock interrupted.

“Molly, will you remind her that she is just fifteen years old?”

“Both of you stop it,” Molly said with a sigh, closing her journal, “Clara, we agreed you could go out but you have to take our concerns seriously. We know what we’re talking about when we say it’s dangerous out there,” Clara folded her arms tightly but offered no argument. Molly turned her gaze to her smug husband and raised an eyebrow, “Sherlock, Rosie’s going with them, isn’t she? She’s older. She’ll look after her. Clara is going out with her friends whether you like it or not.”

“But-“ he had been about to suggest a few dozen of Lestrade’s men accompanying them for protection; one look from Molly, however, told him he should probably keep his mouth shut. Instead, he nodded, “yes, fine. You should…have a good time.”

Clara beamed, throwing her arms around her Dad, “thanks, Dad. I won’t let you down.”

“I know.”

Ten minutes later, Sherlock was surrounded by the complete morons Clara called her friends; genetic experiments gone wrong seemed more appropriate to him. They were all gangly masses of muscles, grunting their way through a conversation – it was a wonder they weren’t crushing empty beer cans against their foreheads and beating their chests. Rosie Watson, the spit of her mum with her father’s height, was among the primates, tapping away on her phone.

“Taxi’s here!” She called, linking arms with Clara as the party shuffled towards the door; she smiled at her godfather, “don’t worry, Uncle Sherlock. I’ll keep an eye on things.”

“And who’s going to keep an eye on you, eh?” One of the rabble yelled, slinging an arm around Rosie as they filed out of the flat. Once they were once again alone, Sherlock turned his incredulous expression onto Molly.

“Oh, come on,” she chuckled, gathering up the empty cans the teens had left behind, “they’re just having a bit of fun,” she watched as he took his place by the window, his eyes narrowing as he observed the party climbing into the taxi, “are you going to stay there all night?”


“Fine,” Molly said, discarding the black bag full of rubbish and stretching. Deliberately, “I’m going to have a shower.”

Sherlock glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and swallowed, “g-good idea.”

“You coming?” Molly said coyly, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Sherlock answered by charging at her, lifting his giggling wife into his arms and almost throwing her into the shower.

The following morning, Sherlock found his daughter nursing a glass of aspirin filled water, groaning at the noise of the boiling kettle. He chuckled, sitting beside her and reaching for the paper.

“Good night?” She groaned in response, taking a swig of her water; he smirked, “we’ll talk about that tattoo when you’re sober.”

Molly almost broke her coffee cup as she turned around to look at her daughter, “your WHAT?”

“Excuse me, I need a shower,” Clara mumbled, slinking off into the bathroom before her mother could properly explode. Molly turned her surprise onto her husband.

“A tattoo?”

“Mmm. A raven, I think,” Sherlock said thoughtfully, turning the page in his paper, “your fault for naming her after Doctor Who.”

Molly gritted her teeth; she wasn’t having that argument again. She stirred her coffee vigorously, sitting down beside him, propping her feet in his lap.

“How are you so calm about this?”

“I don’t have to live with it,” he replied simply, stroking Molly’s foot slowly and carefully, just the way she liked.

“How can you-“


“Yeah?” Molly called, sipping her coffee.

“Why are there handprints on the bathroom mirror?”

As Molly sprayed coffee everywhere and proceeded to choke, Sherlock abandoned the paper to pat her on the back, “I shouldn’t worry. When she sobers up, I think we’ll be even.”

Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.

anonymous asked:

Zen and Jumin having a little sister who is depressed and have anxiety but hides it behind her smiles, jokes and corny puns. I'm sorry if this disturbs you, I'm just really having a bad life. You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it. Thank you.

Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry it took so long for me to answer you, I was just following the order of the requests, I hope you’re feeling better by now. If you feel like it, come by and talk to me a little, okay? I really want to know if you’re feeling better…

I also wish I had something better for your request, but that’s all I could think of.

(I’m not sure if it is necessary, but):

TW: Mentionings of depression and anxiety


  • It’s been a while since they haven’t seen each other, things been weird ever since he left to pursue his acting career
  • She missed him more than she though she would. Most of the time they were fighting, anyway.
  • But as soon as she saw him, she couldn’t hold back this huge smile and all those bad puns about his hair turning grey at such a young age
  • He smiled softly, yeah, he missed this, he missed the teasing, he missed all the good and bad things only her sister could pull it off
  • He seemed fine! Great, actually… he talked about the roles he was managing to get, and with so much enthusiasm!
  • “Yeah, I could use some of your joy now, bro.” you said, more to yourself than to him, but he listened.
  • “Okay, what did mom do right now?”he let out a deep sigh and asked.
  • “Nothing! I swear, it’s just… it’s hard, you know? Having this illness and people don’t really seeing as a disease… I’m kinda of done right now, I guess.”
  • “I see… well, you know I’m not a therapist, so I don’t really know what to tell you…” “Just you not saying that I should just smile and try not to feel sad is really useful, bro, believe me.”
  • “Well, I do. I… always believe in you, sis, even when you don’t believe in yourself, you know? And… I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distant, but you know I’ll always be there for you, right?” “Yeah, I know…” she rests her head on his shoulder briefly.
  • “And, you know, if things get too tough, you can always move in with me!”. She scoffed: “We as roomies? That would never work, Hyun!”
  • “Why not?” “Because you would freak out everytime I brought someone to stay over. What would be our code? A tie in the knob?”
  • “I… don’t think we should be discusing this. And you should never bring a man to your place!” “So I should go to his place?”
  • “NO! THAT’S EVEN WORSE! Just… focus on your studies for now, okay? You’re smart, just finish. When you do, I’ll help you get a decent job. We’ve got each other’s backs, don’t we?” “Yes, of couse we do!”
  • “Good, so stop talking about men and focus on your studies.” “That coming from school dropout himself…”
  • “Well, I’m not as smart as you. But don’t waste your talent! You probably disagree with me, but you’re smart, talented, amazing and will make through everything, I swear.”
  • “Okay, granie, I’ll… I’ll consider evrything you said… and YOU! Don’t get away of my sight like this again, okay?”
  • He didn’t answer her, at least not with words, he just hugged her tightly. Well, that was the right answer after all.


  • They’re half brother and sister. She is the daughter of some of his father’s ex wife
  • Not that it matters, because somehow he always found himself… liking you and… caring for her, like he generally never cared or liked any of his stepmothers.
  • Maybe because she’s nothing like her mother? Or just because she was the only one who doesn’t bother him with annoying questions about girlfriends and such?
  • Even with her weird sense of humor and all, he always felt a little more comfortable around her than with the rest of the world. Even when his father and her mother weren’t together anymore.
  • It’s been a while since they don’t see each other, she was tudying abroad and got back recently. Okay, not really an excuse hen you have Skype or FaceTime, but still… they both have been busy, let’s put it that way.
  • “So, are you really in line for being CEO?” “I suppose is a little early to discus this, my father is very healthy and he probably will stay as CEO for a few more years… what about you? Preparing yourself to take over your family business?”
  • She let out a sigh: “Don’t even get me started on this, bro. I… forget it.” “Go ahead, tell me.”
  • “I… I wasn’t studying abroad. I… I was at this clinic…” he doesn’r really understand how this answers his previous question. “Clinic?”
  • “It was a mental insitution, I… have been struggling again…” oh, now he gets it, yes, he remembers their brief conversations about depression and anxiety, how she was scared of starting to take those meds…
  • “Are you feeling better now?” “That’s a very relative and subjective question. It’s not like you to make this kind of question…”
  • “Yes, I appologize…” “Don’t be so formal, bro. I was just messing with you. But… to answer you, I… it’s a journey, you know what I mean? Some days I feel like I’m at the top of the world, ready to conquer and divide, but there are those other days… and I just… want to disappear, forever, if possible.”
  • “Make sure to contact me when these days come, then. I’m… not good at comforting and I don’t think I can possibly relate to your problems, but you can come here and just… vent. Walk in my garden, pet Elizabeth the 3rd.” You scoff “I read somewhere animals are a great therapy, please consider my offer. She won’t judge you, and if you’re wondering, neither will I.”
  • If she wasn’t paying fully attention on this, she would never notice how kind his words were, because his tone was so stoic and monotone, but he has always been like this: kind in a unnusual way.
  • “Actually, maybe we can manage to help each other. I… I may be in need for some advice from a… female perspective.” ohohoho, was Jumin Han in love? She wanted to tease him, but nah, she would never do this, she knew how uncomfortable this was for him.
  • “Sure, anything you need. We’ve got each other’s back. ” she patted his hand quickly and smiled.
  • “Yes, we always had.” he tried to pat her shoulder, but this felt out of place for both of them.
  • Actually, she was always more comfotable knowing she could always count on his reliable words, this was more important than hugs and pats.

thecoffeetragedy  asked:

ohhh if you're taking prompts from the Pirate Au, Valjean and Feuilly (I'm predictable ;-; obviously you don't have to if you don't want to!), 9 or 17?

I picked 17! I hope you like it :D I love writing these two!

Aboard the Misericorde. 1712.

“Let me help,” Feuilly says, a weary sadness sitting heavy in his chest.

“I’m fine, Jahni,” Valjean says, waving him off. “Truly. You should go back to the Liberte, I’m sure they’re missing you.”

“Uncle Jean,” Feuilly says, gritting his teeth in frustration, fiddling with the end of one of his dreadlocks. “Surely, surely you know how much you mean to me. Surely you know you don’t have to be alone with this.”

“Jahni it’s fine,” Valjean says, a rare aggravation in his voice, and Feuilly senses his own tendency to close off when vulnerable, lessened over the years since he found his uncle and met all his friends. “I just wasn’t expecting to hear news of the powers that be sending a spy to Nassau. It’s our safe harbor. I want it to remain that way.”

“You listen to Fantine,” Feuilly insists. “You let her help. Why won’t you let me, or Cosette for that matter? Or Enjolras?”

“Jahni,” Valjean repeats, finally turning around.

“What?” Feuilly asks, still annoyed, but affection and worry for his uncle overcomes that. He steps forward, placing a hand on Valjean’s arm. “Please just….you don’t have to carry the burden alone.”

“I’m supposed to protect you,” Valjean insists, bringing one hand to rest over Feuilly’s own. “Not the other way around.”

“I’m not a boy anymore,” Feuilly says, softer now. “I want to help. So do Cosette and Enjolras and all of us. We want to help you and Fantine both navigate this life we’ve taken on.” He pauses, hesitant before lifting up a hand, putting it against Valjean’s cheek. “Nothing is going to take all of us away from you at once, Uncle Jean. Not like that hurricane.”

He stops. He might be telling a lie, because one day, all of them could be captured and killed, but he doesn’t care. Right now what matters is that his uncle feels as safe as he’d made Feuilly feel that day they found each other, stumbling upon their connection. Feuilly heard stories about his Uncle Jean from a young age, his mother’s voice always filled with loss when she spoke of her brother.

We’ll see him again one day Jahni, she told him. When he’s free. Then you’ll see how much like him you are. Then you’ll see why I’m so proud of that.

Valjean grasps Feuilly’s hand tighter, looking down at the fingers, a memory in his eyes. He’s told the story about one-year-old Feuilly grasping his fingers before he left to steal the bread from the shop, the theft that sent him to prison, the theft that landed him doing convict labor aboard an East India ship after too many escape attempts.

That ship was the catalyst for everything.

“You’re a good man, Jahni,” Valjean finally says. “I’m sorry. I just…”

“I know,” Feuilly says, gently cutting him off. “But, unburden yourself. You can trust me. I promise I can shoulder it.”

Valjean smiles now, eyes damp.

“I fear so deeply the spy they send to Nassau will be Javert,” Valjean admits. “I don’t want him discovering yours or Cosette’s connection to me. I don’t want him taking Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac back to Jamaica. I only…” he pauses, looking back at Feuilly, love in his eyes. “I know one day there will be a fight between his side and ours, and we will all stand at the center. I wish it wasn’t inevitable. I wish I could prevent it forever. But I know I cannot.”

“I know,” Feuilly says, letting his uncle pull him into an embrace. “So do I. But until then, and through it, please know you may unburden yourself to me.”

“Thank you, my dear boy,” Valjean says. “I will try my best to remember.”

Feuilly smiles, feeling the touch of his mother in his uncle’s embrace.

Razia's Shadow Themed Sentences
  • 1: "I was meant to lead this world to greater things; It's my destiny."
  • 2: "You're not the only one who thinks they're falling in love."
  • 3: "My puzzle life's complete, now that I've found the missing piece!"
  • 4: "Everything seems to fade when I see her face."
  • 5: "Everything seems to fade when I see his face."
  • 6: "They know I am more than some eager blood."
  • 7: "Dream with your eyes closed."
  • 8: "You can't change me."
  • 9: "You can't hide me."
  • 10: "It hurts so bad, with a knife in your back."
  • 11: "They don't understand, this is their last chance, no more idle hands!"
  • 12: "Don't leave them in once piece, it's your chance for revenge! This'll show them!"
  • 13: "All that hard work, slighted!"
  • 14: "Maybe the design's flawed."
  • 15: "Your cold, wicked soul boasts a foul scent."
  • 16: "This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave."
  • 17: "Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception, doomed to endure flaws of its fountain."
  • 18: "You have made this bed, now you must sleep in it."
  • 19: "The dark has become so overwhelming."
  • 20: "Why can't you just be more like your brother?"
  • 21: "Silly boy, you speak of fiction!"
  • 22: "Whats the point of dreaming, if it can never materialize?"
  • 23: "Why can't I live up to my family name?"
  • 24: "You're a reckless and romantic rogue!"
  • 25: "Your head is in the clouds!"
  • 26: "You are so foolish."
  • 27: "You are shortsighted, naive and starry-eyed."
  • 28: "Don't you ever dream of some place better, when the light shines brighter?"
  • 29: "Don't you ever feel like you've been destined for something bigger than your skin?"
  • 30: "It seems to me like every star agreed to meet right over our heads tonight to fix there bright."
  • 31: "Let go, take my hand and trust in me."
  • 32: "I can't slow down, I'm scared I'm falling too fast."
  • 33: "We were meant to be!"
  • 34: "I'm not after your throne or jewels."
  • 35: "Father, don't you understand?"
  • 36: "Daughter, my dear, please open both your ears. There is something not right here."
  • 37: "Did you think I'd just sit back and let this slide?"
  • 38: "I will surely not give up without a fight."
  • 39: "It won't be that easy."
  • 40: "You can hold onto my hand, cause I have found my man."
  • 41: "All we have is love, my King, so let's sing la da da da."
  • 42: "Let me tell you both a tale of love and hope."
  • 43: "Watch out for the wicked ones who call themselves beloved ones."
  • 44: "Beware of the medicine before you lay your head again."
  • 45: "Welcome to my humble abode, please don't mind the mess!"
  • 46: "I don't want to alarm you, but you certainly are ill!"
  • 47: "I urge that we make haste, If we stand a chance...."
  • 48: "It just ain't easy..."
  • 49: "Now I'm sure you're wonderin', 'What's in it for me?' Surley I will not do this for free!"
  • 50: "I promise to take care of her...more rather, she'll take care of me!"
  • 51: "I can't do this..."
  • 52: "You must! It's the only way, trust me, I know...."
  • 53: "I've been tracing your steps along with your dainty, exquisite guest."
  • 54: "I'm the one she chose!"
  • 55: "I understand how you can love a man of true soul."
  • 56: "You've been lying through your teeth."
  • 57: "But I suppose it's in vain since her life is ending, when I thrust this blade into her heart athumping!"
  • 58: "Brother, what have I done?"
  • 59: "Brother, NO!"
  • 60: "My blade has pierced your side. This was never my intent, O God, please stay alive!"
  • 61: "I was shortsighted. I ignored your cries."
  • 62: "You're breathing. Just keep breathing."
  • 63: "Please don't let your tired heart stop beating."
  • 64: "You will take care of this spinning sphere, I'll disappear and stay away from you."
  • 65: "Place your hand on mine, one last time, and kiss me goodbye."
  • 66: "Take the love inside my mind, before I die."
  • 67: "Please don't cry."
  • 68: "An idea is only relevant if it's being thought upon."
  • 69: "So remember, never surrender."
  • 70: "We've broken through the chains."
Haters gonna hate
  • Sherlock: *furiously typing on his laptop*
  • John: *Just got in with little Rosie on his hips, sees tall, dark and brooding slamming the keys in his laptop. Turns to his daughter.* Well, Rosie looks like Uncle Sherlock is in a bad mood again. Should we just go down and see if Nana Martha has some delicious cookies?
  • Molly: *Exits from the kitchen and walks up to them* Hi John. Hi Rosie, my sweetheart *goes to take the giggling baby from her father* He's doing it again. I already tried telling him to stop but he's in too deep now.
  • John: *Sighs deeply then worriedly looks over at his former flat mate* How deep?
  • Molly: *Frowns then leans closer* I think he is tracking their IPs now.
  • John: Okay, that's scary but also routine. He always does that when things like this happens.
  • Molly: *Huffs* No, I think he's...well, I think he is tracking them down *Leans even more to whisper* and is shutting them one by one.
  • John: *whispers* He can't do that! *Looks at his best friend who is still abusing his keyboard* Can he?
  • Sherlock: *Still very much engaged in his laptop* Doing it.
  • Molly: *Jumps away from John* Okay, that's my cue. I'll just take Rosie down to Mrs. Hudson for some sweet treats. *Turns to the little pod of cuteness in her arms* Come on sweetie, let's leave Daddy and Uncle Sherlock to do their serious grown up talk. *Looks up to John and whispers before leaving* Do something, please!
  • John: *Pats Molly in the arm as she turns to leave then slowly walks to his chair* So...
  • Sherlock: *Still karate-chopping his keyboard* Nope.
  • John: *Lowers himself in his chair* You haven't even heard what I was about to say.
  • Sherlock: *Without looking away from his computer* Didn't need to. And the answer is still no.
  • John: *Beginning to feel frustrated* Sherlock, this is not healthy. You've been at it for almost a week now. Surely you've realized by now that engaging with them only makes things worse.
  • Sherlock: *Still drilling through his keys* Yes, which is why I am about to finish them off now. Except, you are bothering me so I have to portion part of my brain cells just to talk to you, instead of using all of them to finish this.
  • John: *definitely frustrated now* How are you finishing them off? By shutting them down? That's hacking, Sherlock! That's illegal!
  • Sherlock: *still hammering away* We both know I have done far worse.
  • John: *Sighs and then begins to massage his temples* Yes. Unfortunately, yes. But Sherlock! These are trolls, haters! As long as there is internet, they'll keep popping out no matter how many times you try to shut them down!
  • Sherlock: *Noncommittal voice* Yes. Yes. Uhuh. I agree. You are right.
  • John: *Huffs and sinks in his chair* Aaaaand you are not listening anymore. You know one of this days, that act of yours will get you in trouble.
  • Sherlock: *Definitely not paying attention* Yes. Yes. Uhuh. I agree. You are right.
  • John: *Throws his arms in the air* That's it, I give up. *Reaches for his phone* I'm telling Mycroft what you are doing, just so he knows why there is a sudden increase of angry customer service calls on internet providers.
  • Sherlock: *Hammers through a few more keys before finally stopping and shutting down his laptop with a loud snap* No need.
  • *As if on cue, approaching footsteps could be heard from the staircase*
  • John: *glares at the consulting detective* What did you do?
  • Sherlock: *Shrugs then looks around* Where's Molly?
  • John: Sh-
  • Sherlock: Ah yes, you brought your sprog. Did you tell her to bring up some gingernuts here?
  • John: *disbelievingly* No I di-
  • Mycroft: *Appears out of nowhere* William Sherlock Scott Holmes! What do you think you're doing?!?
  • Sherlock: *Turns to look at his brother* When Mrs. Hudson let you in, did you tell her to bring up some gingernuts with the tea?
  • Mycroft: *Strides in and stops in the middle of the room* Need I remind you that I have far more important things to do than arrest these *takes out a piece of paper* haters of yours.
  • Sherlock: Hmmm...guess you didn't. *Shouting out* MRS. HUDSON, PLEASE BRING SOME GINGERNUTS WITH THE TEA!
  • *Sherlock's phone rings immediately after*
  • Sherlock: *Answer's his phone* Molly can you tell her to bring some hob-
  • Molly: Sherlock! Rosie's here! Don't scream! And Mrs. Hudson is not your housekeeper!
  • Sherlock: *Rolls his eyes* Mrs. Hudson screamed too! And she's down there with Rosie!
  • Molly: I covered her ears! Now stop being a petulant child and listen to John and Mycroft. And no, Mrs. Hudson is not going to serve you tea. Go to the kitchen and prepare it yourself!
  • Sherlock: *whines* Bu-
  • Molly: There is also a plate of gingernuts and hobnobs in there.
  • Sherlock: And custard creams?
  • Molly: And custard creams.
  • Sherlock: *Smiles* I love you
  • Mycroft: *groaning* Oh for Christ's sake!
  • Molly: And I, you. *hangs up*
  • Mycroft: Now that we are done with that cringe-worthy display of sentiment. Can we go back to the topic at hand?
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone away then immediately shots up from his chair to go to the kitchen* Nope
  • Mycroft: Sherlock, you cannot keep doing this! You cannot keep disconnecting people and taking away their internet connection. You're disrupting the flow of information and the system.
  • Sherlock: *returning from the kitchen with a heaping plate of cookies* What flow of information? That apparently John and I are secretly engaged and that Molly is just my beard. That she is just here to hide the fact that John and I are secretly raising Rosie together? That Molly Hooper is a little morgue mouse that needs to be shut down because she's interfering with our great love? That Mary's dea-
  • *looks guiltily at John before turning back to his brother* There is no flow of information Mycroft. There is however, systematic character assassination towards important women in our lives. *plops down his chair and shoves biscuits in his mouth*
  • John: *grave* What are they saying about Mary? *reaches for Sherlock's laptop*
  • Sherlock: *stops eating and reaches out to firmly place his hand above his laptop and stare solemnly at his bestfriend*
  • John: *holds his bestfriend's gaze for a few seconds before leaning back and turning to Mycroft* You know, if people can't properly use the internet, maybe it's for the best if they are kept off of it for a while.
  • Mycroft: John, the internet is a complex system of neural net-
  • John: Off of it. For. A. While. *stares at Mycroft as if daring him to do otherwise*
  • Mycroft: *Meets Dr. Watson's heavy gaze before turning to look at his brother who is also looking at him in the same way*
  • ...
  • Mycroft: Fine. I suppose there's a solar flare that could be cooked up somewhere. *Approaches Sherlock's work table and puts down the piece of paper* I am, however, drawing the line with arresting people. Unless they do something illegal, no one is going to jail. They'll simply have to live without internet connection for a week.
  • Sherlock: *still munching despite consuming half of the treats* Based on their psychological profiles, a week without internet is a worse punishment than jail.
  • John: Speaking from experience?
  • Sherlock: *raises a gingernut in the air before tossing it in his mouth*
Prosecute my heart - a sasnar fic

Summary: When Sasuke comes into work and finds his office decorated in all things Halloween, he knows things have gone too far. Unfortunately for him, Naruto is all about taking things further…

Rated: T (but mentions of M-rated stuff)
Word count: 4.3K

On and ao3!

A Halloween/prosecutor au/office romance fic bc I had to!



Sasuke liked to think that he was neutral about Halloween. Actually, scratch that. He liked to not think about Halloween at all, but right now he found it very difficult to keep his brain free of the (fake) holiday considering his work desk was completely covered in all things Halloween.

It was Monday.

A Monday that so happened to be October 31st, and had he expected this he would have called in sick for sure.

But Naruto? Naruto was never expected, and Sasuke fought down the urge to wonder just how early the idiot must have clocked in to manage this disaster. If Naruto wanted to prank his co-workers then that was his problem. In fact, Sasuke was sure that he must have done the same to some of the others. Sasuke wasn't special, and the little flutter his heart made was simply pathetic.

You hate Halloween, Sasuke told himself, hanging off his coat and placing his bag on an extra chair. You told him as much last week. This is just a way to get back at you for being a slave driver.

For the past three weeks, Sasuke had been in charge of introducing Naruto to the wonders of being a prosecutor. While the younger man was doing a good job so far he was also all sorts of incredibly annoying, irritating, loud, and most of all too thrilled with the idea of them being friends outside of work. Sasuke had already been roped into several lunches (though often in the company of other colleagues so it wasn’t entirely suspicious), one after work drinking session (and boy was that a mistake he would never think about again), and an accidental accepted facebook friend request. He didn’t even use facebook, his brother had just forcefully made him one and he kept forgetting to delete it.

Shaking himself out of his miserable thoughts, Sasuke rolled up his sleeves and mentally prepared himself to rid his computer of fake cobwebs and spiders so he could at least work. There were decorative pumpkins spread across his desk, a black cat plushie perched on his windowsill, as well as several ghosts and skeletons hanging from his lamps. Not to mention the cut-outs taped all over his walls, and-

“Happy Halloween, Sasuke!”

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anonymous asked:

If you're taking prompts - maybe Damian believing that he has somehow ruined Christmas for everyone else?

“Robin,” Dick said, stepping forward, and Tim could hear the tremor of disbelief in his voice even as he tried to sound stern. “That’s not— tell me you didn’t—" 

"Ha!” Robin removed the bag from his captive’s head with a shout of triumph. “Now neither of you will get what you want for Christmas! I make no idle threats, you idiots." 

The man who was bound near Damian’s feet wore plush red clothing with white lining, his snowy beard curling down the length of his neck. His boots and belt were polished black, and a red hat crowned his head.

And beneath Santa Claus’ bifocals, Jason Todd’s eyes burned with a silent vow of vengeance.

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He Gets Jealous Because You're Getting Closer With Another

Maloley➵ Sam and you had always been close. Like brother and sister. So when your families decided to go on vacation to Disney together when he was on brake, nothing was weird. Except for the fact that Nate decided to tag along. You weren’t sure why he was so dead set on going, but you weren’t going to argue with him about it.

It was your third day at Hollywood Studios and the three of you had separated from the group to go ride the Haunted Mansion and the Rockin Roller Coaster. The nerves in you were all built up and you started shaking. Sammy stood behind you, running his hands up and down your arms.

“You’ll be fine.” He would whisper in your ear, soothing you. Nate had barley said anything all day, and for some reason that had sent him over the edge.

“You guys hold our place in line I need to take a piss.” He walked away, not looking at either of you.

“Go.” Sammy nodded and you. So you followed Nate, and we’re able to catch him before he entered the men’s room.

“Talk to me.” You said, pulling him closer to you. Nate kept his face to the right, not making eye contact with you. “Come on Skate. Tell me whats wrong.”

“Sammy! He’s what’s wrong!” Nate’s hands turned into fists. “He’s all over you. If I wasn’t here you guys would probably be fucking right now!”

“Nate! Sammy is nothing more then a best friend to me. Why are you so jealous all of a sudden?”

“It’s not all of a sudden (Y/N)! It’s been like this for months! It’s like he’s your boyfriend and I’m the third wheel.” Nate sighed, his eyes meeting your again.

“Baby listen. Sammy means a lot to me. But you mean so much more. Nate your everything. And I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. You’re the only one I ever wanna be with and there’s not a doubt in my mind about that.” Intertwining your fingers with his, you reached up to kiss him. The line started to move so he pulled you back towards it. Once you two got back in line, he stood behind you while Sammy leaned on the railing.

“I love you.” He whispered in your ear.

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

Wilkinson ➵ There was no doubt Gilinsky was attractive. Everyone knew it. So when you had to pick someone to kiss out of the group during a game of truth or date (besides sam) you picked Jack. Leaning over you connected your lips with his. You both were now going to have to make out for 5 minutes. His tounge slipped in your mouth a few times and you didn’t hesitate to do the same. Finally the timer went off, and you pulled away sitting back in your spot. When you looked around Sammy was no were to be found.

“His bedroom.” Nate pointed up the stairs.

“Thanks.” You said to him, making your way there. You knocked on his door a few times.

“Sammy? Babe? You in there?” Sam opened the door. His face was a bright red but you couldn’t tell if he was crying or it was out of anger.

“Gilinsky? Really (Y/N)?” He raised his voice, shocking you a bit.

“It was a dare! What was I supposed to do baby?”

“How about not kiss the guy that had a crush on you! How about that?” He screamed. You walked in the room closing the door behind you.

“I didn’t know that.” You tried to calm him down.

“Bullshit!” He shook his head. You walked over to him, slowly taking both of his hands.

“Sam Wilkinson I don’t love anyone but you. And you should know that. That kiss with Jack ment nothing to me. Yours are the only kisses I could ever want.” Sam’s eyes softened.

“I’m sorry for overreacting I-”

“Don’t apologize okay? Just come back downstairs and play with us.” He shook his head, taking your lips with his.

“I’m going to show you that I can treat you better then Gilinsky ever could. Just incase.” He whispered, his fingers dancing along the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Whatever you say daddy.”

Johnson➵ Helping Nate write his raps and started to become a daily thing. For some reason you two had the same taste in music, so you helping him write was a great time for both of you. You say next to Nate, letting the beat drop from his phone, you both began spitting lines, trying to find the best words to fit. You had not talked to Johnson all day, so when he texted you out of the blue, you were kinda shocked.

JJ: Wanna chill maybe baby?

You: Later tonight? At Nate’s right now writing.

JJ: Forget it

You: Come get me from Mayes and we can talk. Okay?

JJ: Fine. Be there in 5.

Jack finally rolled up to the house as you and Nate finished it. Nate walked you out to Jacks car.

“Hey bro.” Nate smiled through Jacks open window.

“Hey Nate.” Jack said almost emotionless.

“I’ll see you soon. Both of ya.” Nate smiled at both of you, going back into his house.

“What’s wrong with you.” You snapped at Jack, his eyes stayed on the road as we backed out of the driveway.

“What’s wrong? How about all this time you’re spending with Nate huh? That’s what’s wrong.” He took a deep breathe.

“Jack I-”

“Writing raps my ass. He’s probably all over you. Touching you and what not.” Jack steams on.


“You know what? Nate probably thinks he could do better then me.” He snarled. You finally gave up trying to stop his rambling. “Well you know what..” Anger over tool Johnson all at once. He swerved the car to a stop. To your surprise, he leaned over the center console and his lips attacked yours. Before you could comprehend what was happening he has given you orders.

“Back seat. Now.” You obeyed, climbing into the back. “I’ll show him.” Johnson ripped his shirt off, following you into the backseat.

Gilinsky➵ There was always something about Johnson that you loved. He was just so sweet and caring all the time. Something Gilinsky only was when he wasn’t around the other guys. And with the tour you had all been on recently, you and Jack never had any alone time.

You sat next to Johnson back stage, laughing carelessly about another joke he had made. You could see your boyfriend standing just off to the side and honestly you didn’t care. Jack had been a real jerk around his friends latley, and you weren’t about to try and deal with it now.
Without thinking about it, Johnson made you laugh so hard you grabbed his knee because you toppled over. This caused him to laugh even more. Before you knew it you were both a laughing non-stop. You looked over our of curiosity and Gilinsky was gone. Johnson’s laughter died down and he was serious all of a sudden.

“You need to talk to him (Y/N).” Johnson began.

“Whys that?” You sassed back unintentionally.

“Cause he thought we were seeing each other behind his back. He confronted me about it last night.” His head hung low.

“What happened last night Jack?” You asked.

“Things got a little physical. He really loves you (Y/N).” He tried to sound reasonable but you weren’t buying it. You stormed away and barged into Jacks dressing room.

“What the fuck Jack?” You yelled. His head turned to face you from the couch he was sitting on. He stood up.

“What? Tell me what’s wrong (Y/N)!” He matched your tone.

“You hit Johnson last night didn’t you! He thinks it’s his fault!”

“It is! He’s in love with you!” Jacks breath got heavier and heavier.

“He’s not in love with me! We’re friends! He’s treating me like you should be!” You screamed. He froze unsure of what to so.

“Look I know I’ve been busy latley but-”

“But what? If you knew you weren’t going to have time for me I wouldn’t have come along.”

“Listen babe. I love you. And I’m sorry I haven’t shown it latley. But I do. I care about you so much. And the thought of you and my best friend hooking up behind my back? That kills me.
Losing you, especially to him, would kill me.” Tears were brimming his eyes.

“Jack.” You breathed out making your way across the room to him, pulling him into a hug.

“No way in hell I would ever leave you.”

“Good.” He sniffled, resting his chin on your head and closing his eyes.

[OnTae; R] "You're Mine"

butler au >> wc 1,692

a/n: for my horribly spoiled t-list (jalousied, ontokkiland, dubuiousangtae), and inspired by these tweets when i was sitting in the middle of my stat lecture…

Taemin’s feet are up on the tabletop, designer boots and all, a priceless china plate piled high with food resting precariously on his expensive leather pants as he gnaws at the chicken leg in his hand. Surprisingly enough, this display of vulgarity is a regular occurrence during the Lee Family weekly dinners because Taemin’s father never cares enough to stop him—after all, the one inheriting South Korea’s largest hotel chain is Taesun, Taemin’s older half-brother and son of the first wife.

Taemin, on the other hand, is youngest and the byproduct of the affair his father had during the second marriage, resulting later in a third wife, who was now giving Taemin the stink eye from the other side of the table as they ate. She’s never liked him very much, but it’s not like he’s ever done anything to earn her favor, so Taemin isn’t really surprised.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog omo and I know you're not a fanfic rec per se, but I've loved all the stuffs you've rec'd. I was just wondering, do you have any other longer-ush that you really like? I read That Burning Life that you recommended in like a day and a half and I love your taste. Thank you! <333

I’m very happy you enjoyed The Burning Life, I love that fic very much! ^^

And to answer your question - of course! You see anon, I am mostly into longer fics heh! But I’ll recommend only 10 tho, I can’t recommend all of them at once, I would die lol. 

Graceless Heart


romance, angst, smut

completed; four-shot with ~34k words

Just… read this if you haven’t. It’s a very beautiful story, I re-read it often. 

Description: Love is prohibited, and Kyungsoo toes the line.

Take a Look Outside

sliceoflife!AU, homophobia, pining, angst, fluff (get a jar, you’ll melt), smut

Listen, I know I recommend her all the time but when talking about long fics, there is NO WAY that I wouldn’t recommend Zerrin! I will recommend only one of her works (so I’d recommend different authors) but you should read ALL OF THEM.

completed; 10/10 chapters with ~75k words + after story (should I call it like this?) it’s alright (just close your eyes) with ~11k words 

Description: Kyungsoo is scared of flights and Jongin turns out to be more than just a seat neighbor for the next fourteen hours.

I recommended this story once before with a poster that this story had on AFF so I’ll include it, hopefully no one minds because it is such a beautiful poster and you can see credits on it! 

(Un)Notice Me


fluff, romance, smut, slight angst, homophobic themes, mentions of bullying, colorist themes, social anxiety

And we have here another Queen of long stories and that is infinite_x. Highly recommend also her other stories

completed; 5/5 chapters with ~32k words

Nothing more needs to be said aside from description, go read this beautiful story. 

Description: Kyungsoo has spent his entire life trying not to be noticed. Jongin notices him anyway.

Play The Game

sliceoflife!AU, secretrelationship!AU


completed; one-shot

This is one of FloweryMisha’s one-shots that I like very much. It’s about Baeksoo’s friendship that plays a big role in this fanfic and Jongin and Kyungsoo who aren’t supposed to be in love. Well, according to Baekhyun. 

Description: It’s easier to destroy what you have and leave than to hold on and stay.


sliceoflife!AU, office!AU

CEO!jongin, officeworker!soo, photographerinfreetime!soo, modelwithoutknowing!jongin

ongoing; 23/? chapters; If we counted, I’m pretty sure this story would have already over 100k words or even 200k words and it’s not even finished yet. 

A LOT OF A+++ SMUT.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Description:  Whether the frivolous, young and rich Kim Jongin is in the papers or in his office, Kyungsoo just loves to watch him. 

What a Beautiful Mess This Is


cleaningguy!jongin, dancer!jongin, lawyer!soo, bestfriends!baeksoo

romance, smut, fluff, mentions of Kyungsoo’s previous relationship

completed; 24/24 chapters 


I’m recommending just some of my favs but trust me all of those are A+++ written. 

Description: Do Kyungsoo hires a cleaning service for his mess of an apartment. He expects a middle-aged cleaning lady, he gets Kim Jongin instead.

Nocturna Suppressio

I can’t tell you what kind of AU this is because it’d be a spoiler but aside from that it’s also university!AU

angst, romance, a lot of dreaming, smut

I read this one just last week and I loved it very much. I don’t know why just last week, it’s a very extra-ordinary story. No wonder that it’s so popular. 

Description: Do Kyungsoo likes to dwell on his dreams. He spends hours dreaming, finding them a better place than reality. But what Kyungsoo fails to realize is that not all good dreams are what they seem to be.

Through the Midnight Streets

fosterfamily!AU, sliceoflife!AU

angst, romance

completed; three-shot with ~21k words

I remember I was pretty confused with the story when I started reading it lol, but then I started to understand and enjoyed it very much. 

Description: The trouble with first love is that it always feels like the last.

Is this really okay?


smut, dirty!talk

ongoing; 4/? chapters

Now, why would I recommend such a story when just yesterday I mentioned in one fic that 6 chapters aren’t enough for me to know if I like that certain fic. But this one, this one is something else. I really like the way author writes and I’m not kidding you when I say that the tension is so PAINFULLY REAL. They both know it’s wrong and they shouldn’t yet they both love each other so much that I’d say they are basically soulmates. And I love the connection they have and the author describes it absolutely perfectly. 

Description: Living with your brother shouldn’t make you feel nervous or lovesick. But Kyungsoo feels it all and more. It’s been going on for their whole life, this unwanted and wrong attraction that they feel for each other, but they have managed to push them away successfully. Just when Kyungsoo thought that those feelings completely vanished, he thinks it’s okay to ask Jongin to come and live with him because the new apartment he’d bought for himself is just too big for him.However, when he ends their phone call and feels his heart rate speed up, he begins to rethink his decision. 


Love Me Right

university!AU, sports!AU, sliceoflife!AU

completed; 22/22 chapters

This is the fic we all needed after we watched Love Me Right MV. This fic is what we needed so desperately. 

Description: His life was simple - eat, train, sleep, win. Who knew that a simple tryout could change it all?  


Hopefully you’ll like those fics and please let the authors know that you enjoyed their fics! Leave kudos, subscribe, upvote and please comment! They deserve to know that you like their stories!

I’ll be doing possessive!jongin recommendation next weekend, I’m sorry I basically died doing this one. 

Perks of Being a Wallflower (Book): Sentence Starters
  • “She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time. ”
  • “Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.”
  • “I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.”
  • “You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.”
  • “We all deserve the love we think we deserve.”
  • "And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
  • “It's nice to have things to look forward to.”
  • “I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.”
  • “I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face."
  • “Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique experience, but there's a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.”
  • “I don't know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.”
  • "I went downstairs and watched a half-hour long commercial that advertised an exercise machine."
  • "They kept flashing a 1-800 number, so I called it."
  • "The woman who picked up the other end of the phone was named Michelle. And I told Michelle that I was a kid and did not need an exercise machine, but I hoped she was having a good night. That's when Michelle hung up on me. And I didn't mind a bit.”
  • “We Are All Infinite”
  • “No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell.”
  • “Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”
  • “We can't choose where we come from but we can choose where we go from there.”
  • “I love my mom so much. I don't care if that's corny to say."
  • “Things change, friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.”
  • “There's nothing like the deep breathes after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for all the right reasons.”
  • “He said it was the kind of book you made your own.”
  • “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
  • “I would die for you. But I won't live for you.”
  • “So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
  • “I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.”
  • “I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.”
  • “It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.”
  • “It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”
  • “Enjoy it. Because it's happening.”
  • “He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”
  • “This moment will just be another story someday.”
  • “We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.”
  • “And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.”
  • “Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.”
  • “Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.”
  • “It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”
  • “I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.”
  • “Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.”
  • “Maybe this are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it...”
  • “When to stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.”
  • “I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.”
  • “When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there.”
  • “I just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is.”
  • “I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.”
  • “Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?”
  • “So, I heard you're this ninja or something.”

staerksansa  asked:

If you're still writing for the friends meme do you think you could write something inspired by "The one where Chandler can't cry" with sterek? Btw, I absolutely love your writing! <3

Stiles curls into Derek at the end of Armageddon, buries his nose in his neck for a moment as he tries to fight back tears. It always gets him. 

“I hope you know if there’s a meteor coming to earth, you have to stay right here with me.”

“I promise,” Derek says easily, switching channels to the news. 

“I don’t know,” Scott says in a shaky voice. “Maybe it’d be better to go up and see if you could…”

“No,” Allison sobs, grabbing his arm, “I’d have to go with you.”

“But, babe, it’d be too dangerous! I’d want to know you were safe until…”

“I’d want to go up and help,” Lydia sniffs, wiping her eyes. “I just think it would be better to focus on something.”

“Don’t,” Erica wails, “I don’t want to talk about this!”

“Derek?” Stiles cranes his neck to look at him, bites his lip, “Would you…”

Derek shrugs, scratches his chin as if he hasn’t a care in the world. “I’d probably want to stay in bed with you and have sex until the last possible moment.”

“Nice,” Scott drawls. “Super romantic.”

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thisismyoverthemoonface  asked:

If you're still taking prompts, I would love nothing more than a Bellarke Tangled AU. Like, imagine that. That is straight up perfection. So yeah, if that seems appealing to you, you'd definitely be making me really happy :) Have a good day!

Now That I See You

a/n: This was supposed to be one scene, but I am a sucker for Tangled and it spiraled into this delightful collection. I’m actually pretty pleased with how it turned out, so thank you! There is a bit of a spin to it you might not have been expecting, but I hope you still enjoy it :) Title is from I See the Light. 

“I don’t like this. At all. Are you sure you tied it tight enough?”

“Yes! And we couldn’t just keep her in the closet, Bell. We need to find out what she wants.”

What I want is for my head not to feel like it’s going to explode, Clarke thought blearily as she regained consciousness. Keeping her eyes closed, she carefully shifted to test her surroundings as the two voices–one high, one deep–continued to argue. Quickly she figured out she was bound to a chair, by some very odd type of restraints, silky and multi-stranded. 

“She’s awake!” The higher voice hissed, and Clarke blinked her eyes open, figuring her time was up. A girl, brunette with fierce eyes, and an older boy, also brunette with a smattering of freckles across his face, glared at her. The boy stood protectively in front of the girl, shielding her, though she wielded a large frying pan with such surety that Clarke would guess she could defend herself without help.

“Is this usually how you greet guests?” She deadpanned, stifling a groan as pain shot through her temples.

“Intruding guests, yes,” the boy snapped.

“Who are you?” The girl asked, only a step behind the boy as they approached warily. 

“Clarke,” she rasped, figuring as isolated as these two were, they wouldn’t know of her and her reputation–the rebel princess who had abandoned her title after her father’s ‘accidental’ death for a life on the road, turning thief when injustice needed to be rectified, or if she was hungry. “Clarke Griffin.”

“How did you find us?”

“Why does it matter?” Her glance flicked down the both of them, and she swallowed when she realized the girl’s hair was unbelievably long, and in fact was what was restraining her.

“You can’t have Octavia,” the boy growled, pushing the girl behind him even further. “I won’t let you take my sister.”

“Bellamy,” the girl grumbled. “Stop that.”

“I’m not interested in your sister,” Clarke sighed. “I’m only interested in getting out of your hair–literally.” 

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#39 Country Pref | You're from South Africa


“Come on Y/N can’t we go see it?” Luke whined pulling on your arm as you both were sitting on the couch in your family home. “Luke I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” You exclaimed placing your phone on your lap giving him your full attention. “It’s this penguin thing I’ve read about.” He tried to explain making you knot your eyebrows. “ That didn’t help me much.” You sighed. “God Y/N you’re South African you should know.” He pointed out making you cross your arms. “I’m sorry I don’t know what penguin thing you’re thinking about.” You started to laugh as he grew frustrated. “It’s this penguin colony. I’ve read that there’s one here in South Africa. And I really wanna go see it!” He explained better making you nod your head. “I’ll go call my mom then.” You mumbled standing up from the couch. “ You’re the best.” He commented as he hugged your waist.


“This is awesome.” Cal commented at the TV as he was having a beer in his hand, you laying next to him with your head in his lap your brother on the other side of him. “Is she sleeping?” Your brother asked Cal making him look down at your almost sleeping form. “She never sleeps under a Rugby game.” He said in disbelief and Cal shrugged. “She was tired. We’ve been through the half of South Africa I think. We were walking a lot. And after that we went to the beach. She’s just exhausted.” Cal explained as he caressed your hairline. “It’s still unbelievable.” Your brother laughed as he took a sip of his beer. “She’s been watching this since she was 7. It’s almost like a family tradition.” He joked making Calum chuckle lightly. He poked your cheek a couple of times trying to see for any reaction. “No she’s out.”


“Y/N what in the world is this?” Michael asked grabbing the plastic bag of meat out of your snack cabinet looking at it weirdly. That’s just biltong.” You mumbled too occupied with the pot in front of you, making a meal for the both of you. “Michael weren’t you supposed to-““Can I taste it?” He interrupted and you looked up from the boiling meal. “What?” You asked unconcentrated and he rolled his eyes. “The biltong thing.” He laughed holding the bag in front of you. “Oh.. Sure.” You shrugged before looking for the coriander yourself and he opened the bag gladly. He took the meat out sniffing it before taking a massive bite almost filling the whole in his mouth. “Good?” You laughed as you saw his satisfied face and he nodded his head. “Do we have more?” He asked already looking down for another bag. “You can have one after dinner.” You laughed pulling him away from the snack closet.


”Oh my god Caspar!” You squealed in surprise running into the blond haired boy’s waiting arms. He swung you back and forth for a minute before you pulled back seeing Ashton’s confused expression staring at the two of you. “You know Caspar?” He asked in disbelief. “ You know Y/N?” Caspar asked Ashton in disbelief making the three of you look weirdly at each other. “I’m dating Y/N.” Ashton said, “I used to go to school with Caspar in South Africa.” You added as Ashton raised an eyebrow. He thought for a minute before the pieces were pulled together. “That’s why your accent reminds me of him.” He exclaimed making you nod your head. “We’re childhood friends.” You said gesturing to a nodding Caspar. “How awesome is that.” The girl I’m dating is from South Africa. How could I miss that?” Ash said whilst running a hand through his hair. “ Well you know now.” You smiled making him nod his head.  

anonymous asked:

Allira + “you’re supposed to be on a blind date with someone but you sat down at the wrong table and i haven’t been able to get a word in edgewise to tell you that and it’s been thirty minutes” au (femslash ftw)

I’m so sorry it took me forever to get to this!

also using for the ‘you got a haircut?’ square on my Teen Wolf bingo card!  on ao3 here.

Over the past thirty minutes, Allison thinks she’s learned enough about Kira Yukimura to write a book.

She’s learned that Kira is in her last year of a history program at the local college and that she hopes to do a master’s in Japanese Mythology. She used to live in New York and even after four years, she still hasn’t gotten used to the California heat. She loves dogs but her apartment is far too small to have one, so she has to make do with a goldfish named Einstein that her roommate brought home after a night of drinking. She prefers tea to coffee, sleeping in to getting up early and frozen yogurt to ice cream.

She seems like a very sweet person. Her smile stretches from ear to ear and she fiddles with things as she speaks; her napkin, one of the beaded bracelets around her wrists, the silver fox necklace hanging from her long neck. She’s also very pretty and if the circumstances were different, Allison would be more than happy to be sitting across from her, listening to Kira talk a mile a minute about the different types of kitsunes, Japanese fox spirits.

There’s just one problem.

Before Kira came in, Allison had been sitting alone at her table, planning on treating herself to some delicious chicken parmigiana as a way to celebrate being done a twenty page paper. According to what Kira said when she sat down across from Allison in a flurry of gestures and words, she’s supposed to be on a blind date with someone her roommate set her up with. 

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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. 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?’


'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?’



'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.//

When You're Ready To

Author: afreckledangel

Word Count: 3,530 (I’m so so sorry)

Summary: The reader and Dean have to pretend to be a couple for a case. We all know where this goes.

A/N: Forgive any mistakes. Also, I swear I saw someone request this, but I couldn’t find it again. Hopefully they find this.

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