#where they sat for years until yesterday 🥰

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june @gallacrafts! fucking gay 🏳️‍🌈

an attempt at watercolor markers - i tried to upload a video of the fucking gay one in progress but tumblr simply hates me. but i made it in the park yesterday and it was very funny 😇

#fun fact about these markers #i got them right after i was diagnosed and still coming down #and i was PISSED when i wasn’t immediately great at using them #tried it maybe twice #and then stuck them in a drawer #where they sat for years until yesterday 🥰 #ty gallacrafts for teaching me to get over myself #and to make things no matter how silly or imperfect #it’s in the creating and the sharing #i love yall #what a beautiful theme! #gallacrafts #theme 11 #i’m FUCKING GAY #also those police lights…… i realize now they look just french aldjsksk #also that is the ROUNDEST peach ever mickey would be so proud

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

What do we think about a enimies to lovers / academic rivals with Jeongin?? But It ends good.. Ive been thinking about and It cant get out of my mind

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Pairing: college student!Jeongin x fem!reader Word count: 2.8k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖 >.> in a sense & Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: enemies to lovers >.>, they in college don't be stupid use protection, use of y/n with you/your, baby bread is jealous, i think i got it all??

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, theres a lot to go through in my requests and my computer wasn't working yesterday so I'll try my best to get all the requests out soon. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT! - Khxndle

"I can do better." were the words you had grown to dread over the years you'd known Yang Jeongin. It went all the way back to the third grade when you were top of your class, and then Jeongin appeared, and just like that, he was the "smart kid." It wasn't bad necessarily, you had someone to talk to about school, someone who understood, until it was bad, and Yang Jeongin drifted away from you in middle school. That wasn't when you started hating him though, it was that spelling bee of 8th grade year, you were so close, he swore to you it was an "I", it was a "Y" and you blew the competition.

"Bradykinesia." The teacher at the table asked you.

"Definition?" You asked.

"Slower or difficulty moving the limbs."

"Bradykinesia... B-R-A-D-I-K-I-N-E-S-I-A. Bradykinesia."

"Incorrect. Yang Jeongin?"

He smiled, his thin eyes crinkling. "Bradykinesia. B-R-A-D-Y-K-I-N-E-S-I-A. Bradykinesia."

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at Jeongin.

"Correct. Yang Jeongin will continue to the district competition."

You never really spoke to Jeongin after that.

You sighed deeply as you walked into you literature class, second year of college, it had been about four years since you had last seen Jeongin and even longer since you had a friendly interaction. As you sat down and the seats began to fill in the classroom you scanned the room for a bit. The sound of a notebook slamming down to your right made you jump, you turned to see a very cute boy with light brown hair and chubby cheeks.

"Oh, did I startle you?" He laughed lightly. "Sorry." He sat beside you, "I'm Jisung."

You nodded with a small smile, "y/n."

Jisung smiled brightly past you, "Jeongi-"

Your jaw dropped, Yang Jeongin stood at the door, he fixed his glasses and looked at you. "l/n y/n..." He smiled at you with all the care a chainsaw had to wood.

Jisung looked between you and Jeongin. "You know each other?"

Jeongin smiled as he sat on the other side of Jisung, "I know her very well."

It had been several weeks since the start of your literature class with Jeongin, and he was relentless. If you answered incorrectly, he was the first to correct you before the teacher could even say you were wrong, during learning games, it was always him a few points behind you, only to answer the final question faster just to watch your face fall as you placed 2nd. Jisung noticed after a while and asked what the problem was only for Jeongin to reply with a "She's the problem." and you to reply with a "The idiot to your right."

As if your life couldn't get any worse, Jeongin had a wondrous looking 98% on his 6th week report while you had a 97%.

"I can do better, I gave you ample room to pass me." he teased as he waved the paper in your face.

Jisung smiled sheepishly, showing his 74%.

You collected your things and checked your watch.

"Where are you going?" Jisung asked.

"Study date." You said.

"With who?" Jeongin raised a brow.

"Christopher from the theatre department." You picked up your bag.

"Does he even-" Jeongin started.

"He did literature last semester." you smiled. "Plus he's cute."

Jisung bounced his eyebrows comically.

Jeongin bit his lip. "Hm. Okay."

"Anyways, bye bye."

Jeongin looked at the desk for a minute, he could do better than Chris to help you study, who was Christopher anyway?

"Jeongin..." Jisung leaned in and smirked. "I smell the bitter scent of jealousy..."

"Huh-"

"You're mad she's going to ask Christopher for help studying,"

"What? No." Jeongin replied quickly,

"Why not just offer to help her?" Jisung tilted his head.

"Who in their right mind helps their rival?" Jeongin grabbed his things and started leaving.

"You know I'm right!" Jisung shouted after him.

"Nuh uh!" Jeongin shouted back.

Come the 12th week check, you and Jeongin were tied. He bristled as you proudly announced your 98% during lunch break, his grade hadn't changed.

"It's thanks to Chan." You smiled to yourself.

"Who is Chan?" Jeongin's brows furrowed.

"Christopher." Jisung said sipping his coffee.

"When did you start calling him Chan?" Jeongin stared at you.

"When did it become your business?" You shot back.

He sucked in a breath and huffed out hopelessly. It wasn't his business, but it bothered him that you were relying on some theatre major.

"Y'know, frat boys are having a party next weekend." Jisung looked at you, "Of course, being the such good friends, Chris and Felix are, I'm sure he's going."

You shrugged. "Don't have time for fra-" Your phone buzzed and you looked at it.

Channie😵‍💫 01:37pm My friend is gonna have a party, be my plus one?

You looked at Jisung. "I might just have time."

Jeongin glanced at your phone and his fist clenched. "I'm going." he said and looked at Jisung.

"Oh my!" Jisung smirked.

"Shut it." You rolled your eyes and smiled at your phone.

"You ready for the test tomorrow?" Jeongin nudged Jisung.

"What test?!" He practically shrieked.

"It's a miracle you have a C." You sighed.

"OH HELP ME STUDY!" He started pulling out books and vocabulary sheets.

"I'll he-" You started.

"Jisung, let me help you, I know the material better." Jeongin smiled at you.

You narrowed your eyes and looked at your phone, quickly replying to Chan:

You 01:43pm Sure :)

The test the following day was difficult, you even saw Jeongin looking confused, but you somehow finished with a 86%. As the students filed out of the class with the lunch bell you sighed.

Jeongin looked over your shoulder, "There isn't ever going to be a day you pass me is there?" He smirked.

You wanted to smack him. "I didn't study as much as I should've."

Jeongin's brows furrowed. "What were you doing with Chri-"

"As I said before, he's cute." You shoved the test into your bag and stood, Jeongin looked at you and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

You looked at him waiting for him to say anything and when he didn't you made a face and left him alone in the classroom. It was when he saw you joining the well built man with dark hair and that stupidly charming accent in the hallway, he knew he was screwed.

It was the night before the party and you were knee deep in clothes from your closet, searching for an outfit, any outfit.

"You could just go in jeans and tee." Jisung said from where he lie on his stomach on your bed in your apartment, looking up from his phone and kicking his legs.

"You could just look more masculine." You teased, intentionally throwing a hoodie over your shoulder to hit his face.

"Hey!" His eyes narrowed and you chuckled softly. He looked at his phone again and sat up, "I have to go."

"Already? You just got here." You glared at your friend. "Who's gonna help me pick an outfit!?"

"Ask Hyunjin," he sighed, "I have to go see Minho anyway."

"Why?" You raised a brow.

"Who's gonna help me pick an outfit!?" he retorted.

You threw another hoodie at him as he left. You sat on your bed and picked up your phone about to text, Hyunjin to come over when you heard a knock at your door.

You groaned thinking Jisung must've forgotten something, another knock. Who was at your door at 11pm on a Friday without texting you first? "I'm coming!" You shouted as you walked to the door.

You opened it and made a face at the man at the door, his eyes met yours and you started to close the door.

He put his foot between the door and the doorframe. "Can I talk to you?" Jeongin sighed.

"Sure let's talk." You opened the door and pulled out your phone scrolling for Jisung's contact.

He grabbed your phone. "Can you not talk to me without Jisung keeping the peace?"

"I'm being peaceful." You huffed grabbing for your phone.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked, holding the phone out of your reach.

"Is that even a question?" You jumped for your phone and he somehow managed to push you back into your apartment, closing the door behind him and keeping you from stumbling.

He stared down at you. "Is it that I have a better grade than you now?"

You pulled away and tried to get your phone again. "No."

"Is it that I annoy you too often?" He held the phone between two fingers as far away from you as he could.

"No." You jumped for it and he grabbed your hand.

"Is it that I'm always in your business?"

"Ooh!" You mocked shock, "You're getting warmer." You said rolling your eyes.

He made a face. "You can't seriously still be on about what happened in middle schoo-"

"So what if I am?!" You snapped.

"It was years ago, what are you five?!" He shouted.

"You know wha-" You started. "Wait! How the hell did you get my addre-" You remembered how quickly Jisung had insisted on leaving. "JISUNG IS IN ON THIS!"

"Listen." Jeongin sighed. "Let me explain."

"What is there to explain?" You stared at him condescendingly, "That you love comparing yourself to me because I'm not as smart as you? That you were so desperate to be "the smartest" that you just had to lie to me and make me look like an idiot? That you just hate the fact that I'm so close to passing you after trying so hard?! No! I know, you really hate the fact that I'm not acting like everyone else and asking you to help me in litera-"

"Yes!" Jeongin yelled. "Why are you going to Christopher as if I can't help you?!"

"Why am I OBLIGATED to ask you for help!?"

"Because-" He hesitated and closed his mouth, breathing deeply for a moment. "Forget it."

"What?" You stared at him.

"I said 'forget it'." He handed you your phone.

You stared at the defeated look on his face and opened your mouth to say something.

He moved for the door before you could get the words out and you grabbed his arm. "Tell me."

He turned to look at you.

You felt your face getting hot as he spoke.

"Don't go with Chris."

"Why?" You muttered, taking a step back.

"If I tell you, will you still go?" He took a step toward you.

"Why?" You asked more persistent than before.

"Because I don't want you too." He whispered, walking closer.

You took another step back and you felt the wall against you back and tensed. "Why?"

"I don't want you to get involved with frats at all." Jeongin rested his hand on the wall beside your head. "I would prefer you sit and read "Things Fall Apart" with me. I would prefer you tell me about your day like you did in elementary school. I would prefer you talk to me, let me explain myself." He looked into your eyes. "I don't want you to get involved with those frats because I want you for myself."

You stared at him with wide eyes.

"I hate it that you would trust Christopher over me. I hate it that you would consider asking someone for help before me." He bit his lip. "Because I like you, I don't want you to be with anyone else."

You opened your mouth to speak.

"No, I'm not finished." He shushed you. "I was stupid in middle school, I was dumber in high school. But I want to try for you, because I know I can do better. I want you to be with me. I want to prove to you I can do better than Chri-"

His eyes widened as you kissed him gently. "You talk too much."

His cheeks went red. "I-"

You raised a brow. "What? I thought you were going to prove you were better than Chan."

Jeongin smiled and kissed you again. "I'm going to prove it. Let me enjoy myself for a minute."

You giggled as he peppered kisses all over you cheeks.

"I'm sorry for how much of an ass I've been."

"Prove it." You said looking up into his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sly grin on his face, "Come here." He swept you off your feet, "Where's your room?"

"First door on the left.." You whispered.

He carried you in and threw you gently onto the bed before climbing over you. "You're really pretty, you know that?"

You blushed as he leaned down and kissed you deeply, his tongue wrestling with yours before he finally gained entrance to your mouth, groaning softly at the taste of you. His lips moved from yours to your jaw where he bit gently.

You gasped softly.

He smiled against your skin and sat up, tugging at your shirt. "Can I take this off?"

You nodded and looked away as he removed the shirt. "Take off yours?" You gave him the most innocent doll eyes, he rolled his eyes and removed his shirt, before kissing your collar and chest, you squeezed your thighs together at the feeling.

His hands moved behind you. "Up please."

You lifted up a little and he quickly removed your bra, lowering you back down slowly, he took a moment to admire your chest before kissing your breast and working his way to your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You whimpered as he sucked at it, rolling the other between his fingers before switching. He smiled as he saw the way you rubbed your thighs together.

"Up." He grabbed the waistband of your pants as you lifted your hips and pulled them off your legs. He smirked down at you, "Chan ever see you like this?"

"N-no..." You stuttered, covering your mouth.

"Good." He sat got on his knees to admire your pantie clad sex for a moment, looking at the wet spot. "He doesn't ever get to see this, okay?" Jeongin looked at you.

"Okay." You nodded.

He smiled. "Take this off." He tugged at your underwear and you moved to help him remove it. He didn't give you a moment to prepare yourself before his mouth was on you, licking wide stripes of your cunt. You moaned and grabbed his hair. He hummed contentedly into you, the vibrations send sparks through you. He grabbed your thighs and kept them open as he started sucking at you clit, his eyes flicking up to see your face every few moments. He pushed a finger into you.

"Jeongin! Innie!" You squealed tugging at his hair. He moved his finger slowly and tentatively added a second

You moaned and squirmed. His mouth on your clit and his fingers was too much. "I'm going to-"

He pulled away. "No."

You whined. "Why would you do that?!"

"Wanted you to come on me, not in my mouth." He stood again and removed his pants.

Your already red face went redder as he moved over you.

He kissed your cheek gently. "I wanted you for so long..."

"You have me, what are you waiting for?" you muttered, looking down at him, he was decently thick, but he looked so long you felt your stomach turn.

"Oh, nothing." He leaned down to breathe in your ear. "Stop looking at my dick like you want to eat it or I might just make you."

You blushed furiously, "Yang Je-" You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he pushed into you.

He groaned softly into your neck, "So tight. I'm going to cum if I move..."

"Move." You hissed, opening your eyes to glare at him.

He sucked in a breathe before propping himself up on his elbows. He gave an experimental thrust and smiled as you moaned and wrapped your arms around him. He pulled out again and thrust into you a few more times, before he began moving into you confidently, kissing your throat and muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Chan can't do this can he?" He muttered against your lips before kissing you.

You moaned and nodded.

"Only I can make you look like this." He pulled back and gripped your hips, fucking into you harder. "You're not going to the party anymore?"

You shake your head, "N-no, I w-won't go."

He hummed happily and slammed into you faster.

"Innie! Innie! I'm coming!" You gasped out.

"Shit!" He moaned as his hips stuttered. "Can I come inside?"

You nodded mindlessly. "Come inside!"

"I love you." He whispered in your ear, he rubbed your clit and forced you over the edge, you moaned loudly as your walls pulsed around him, nails digging into his back. Jeongin followed close behind, he bit your shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside you, his hips canting slowly before he fell onto you.

You held him for a moment and whispered. "I love you too."

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Prompt 3. Snowballing [B2]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Hogwarts, Snape’s Office

Continuation of: Prompt 2. Restless Waiting

A/N: Well, let's continue the story we started yesterday, shall we? 🤭 Gosh, the prompts just matched up so figured I'd go for it 😂👏 On another note, I really want to thank you all for being here, it means a lot and I hope you'll stay all through this journey 🥰❤

Tags/TW’s: Half A Love Confession, Hugging, Fear Of Loss/Hurting, Implied Past Torture, Mentions Future Torture, Selfberating, Worry For Loved One, Holding Hands, Jealousy, Confessions In Thoughts

Word Count: 1.5k+

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“Severus, Severus?” I crawled forward while still holding his head up. He was unmoving, his breathing uneven and far too shallow. I cradled his head in my lap, stroking away the black tendrils of damp hair from his pale face with trembling fingers. He nearly wheezed out his breaths; I undid the top buttons of his coat and shirt before tugging loose the tightly wrapped cravat to free up space around his throat. My fingers trembled but I had no time to think about what I was doing.

“Severus,” I exhaled, trying to find some semblance of a coherent thought or figure out what to do, what was wrong, what in the cauldron had happened to the man in my lap. It didn’t help that my heart ran rampant, and my mind turned into a fumbling nonsensical muscle of not a single reasonable thought when the man I loved was near — more so apparently when the situation turned dire.

I looked him over, trying to see any sign of damage, physical hurt, or any wounds but I couldn’t see anything wrong. I couldn’t heal what I didn’t know of, I wasn’t a skilled healer or even slightly good at it. What do I do? What do I do? What the bloody hell do I do?! “Severus, please, what happened?” I asked even if he couldn’t reply and adjusted his head, making sure his airways were clear while he lay atop my folded legs. I thank my chosen mother for teaching me the muggle ways of doing things, her being in the medical field and her constant need to teach seemed a great gift in the moment. His hand slid from his stomach to the floor, an ominous thud in the gloomy dark while his breathing evened out, drawing a sigh of relief from me.

I held his head steady and tried to make my head function to figure out what to do while my heart seemed to pound in my chest. I’d never been so close to him, he was so beautiful and powerful yet there he lay, knocked out and atop my lap in a cold dungeon. Cold! I reached for my wand, only to look back to see it on the sofa. Bloody hell!

As gently as I could, I placed his head on the floor and turned to reach for it. I flicked it, setting a roaring fire ablaze in the hearth, before casting the levitation spell to move Severus to the sofa where I gently sat him down. Slipping my wand into my cloak's inner pocket, I grabbed a pillow and propped it gently under his head. His neck was sticky with cold sweat and his breathing turned harsher yet deeper.

I sat down on my knees beside him, watching the profile of his face, the hooked nose, the tucked chin, the only barely raised outline of his thin lips. He was such a beautiful vision, despite his ashen skin. Belinna! Get your head straight! The man is obviously bloody hurt and you’re-, what? Daydreaming about his profile?! Get it together you schoolgirl-hearted idiot!

“I should get Minerva, she’ll know what to do.” Yet, I didn’t want to leave him there. Alone, unwatched. “This is snowballing out of control… I’m snowballing… Just like father said I always would.” The memory came unwelcome, my father by birth yelling at me to keep my emotions in check, that I would ruin my magic with all my feelings and snowball out of control. I’d tried my hardest to lock away my emotions after that, I had only been eight years old but the wound was too deep to ever fully heal. I never dared reach out or explore my inner thoughts or feelings after that.

It wasn’t until seeing Severus, during the Valentia Ball in my seventh year, that I had another uncontrollable emotion. It hadn’t been proper, I hadn’t acted on it or spoken a word of it. He had never noticed me anyway, me being right there in the middle as usual — except, of course, at the ball, I’d been on the outskirts without a partner. There, yet not part of it fully, only dancing one dance with Daniel Wallasin halfway through the night. Unnoticed.

But I watched him, every second I got that night, I watched him with a trembling sensation through my entire body. I couldn’t do anything about it, still couldn’t. So I sat there, not knowing what to do, not wanting to leave him despite some far-off thoughts about fetching someone to help. I grasped his chilly hand, gently tucking my fingers between his and squeezing a bit, while I remained on my knees by the sofa — just watching him breathe for long moments while feeling utterly stupified.

His eyebrows twitched, the cold fingers between my own tensing for a second before hardening around me. His chest rose and sank quicker, as if he were coming out of the unconscious state. “Severus?” I whispered, leaning in closer while rising from sitting on my haunches to kneeling. “You’re safe,” I continued and squeezed his hand tighter. “Save…her…” he murmured, his voice barely audible yet the pain within was palpable. It cut through me, hearing him speak of saving another woman, it shouldn't have mattered as I had no right to feel jealous yet it sliced right through me. “Save who?” I asked quietly, leaning in closer to hear but his hand softened and his breathing turned even once more before I even had a chance to help him. I knew I would, even if it felt like a centaur had kicked me in the chest, I would do anything for him despite receiving nothing in return. If he asked me to use my body as a shield against dragon fire for someone he loved, curse me, I would...

At some point I must have dosed off, the next thing I knew my head was slung off his soft chest and I toppled backwards with a shriek at the sudden motion — sending me flying into the coffee table behind me with a thud and leaving an instant pounding in the back of my head. By Merlin , I swore while trying to untangle my limbs from the half-curled-up state and getting my bearings again, not sure where I was for a moment.

I looked up, eyes clouded by tears from the sudden hurt while the holly I’d attached to each corner of the coffee table tugged at my hair — the little leaves and twigs it was made of snagging the strands. “Belinna?” His voice was gruff — rough and shallow. “You’re safe,” he exhaled a second later as I got myself up into a seated position on the cold floor only slightly softened by a rug beneath me.

I had no time to look up before I was crushed against him, his arms wrapped me up in the softest of strong embraces and my heart must have given out for a second. I couldn’t even hear the roaring of my pulse, everything just turned absolutely quiet at that moment when I, for the first time, felt his warmth. It was exquisite, beyond compare, far more wonderful than any of my imagines or dreams. He was just everything, perfection. I sighed deeply involuntarily as my heart warmed as if a flood wave had drowned it in him.

“I thought you to be dead,” he whispered by my ear and the world came crashing in at full speed and volume. “Dead? Why would I be dead?” I asked, my trembling fingers grasping at the cloak over his back while his fingers pressed into me harder. “He saw,” Severus whispered in a heart-wrenching tone. “He saw you in my mind.” “Who? What are you talking about?” “I have cursed you.” The words were darker, grimmer, than any I had ever heard. “Severus, what are you talking about?” “You must hide, leave, hide,” he said in a near rush of words so unlike his usual way of speaking. “Hide?” “The Dark Lord, he will stop at nothing to reach you now.” The urgency of his voice, the depth of something spine-stiffening dark, it clawed at my ears but confusion took the reins.

The Dark Lord? What does he want with me? And what’s this nonsense about seeing me in his mind? I don’t understand. But I couldn’t ask the questions when Severus held me so tight, seated atop the sofa with me between his legs while he nearly held me up off the floor, my knees just barely making contact with the rug's fibres. “Love, I have cursed you with torture,” he murmured in a broken voice while his entire body began to shake around me. "All this time, I failed..." “L-Love?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I couldn't comprehend the term coming from him. “I did all I could to keep you out, keep you away, but you never left… Why didn’t you just leave? ” he nearly snarled toward the end when I felt his nose bury itself in the crook of my neck. “I did all things possible to keep you away.” To keep me away? But, you haven't done anything to me? It’s like I don’t exist sometimes and it hurt— Oh…

...To Be Continued...

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A/N: It's getting a bit exciting, huh? 👀 Also, I can feel the Christmas stress now 😂 December is always a mess of too many things to do, yet I willingly and happily host a giant event that requires a minimum of 4 hours a day on average from me, let's hope this year has NO SURPRISES *knock on wood* I don't have the time or energy for any surprises of the negative or time-consuming kind this year. Last year was its own sort of personal hell toward the end - I want none of that this year (you hear me universe? I'll whoop your galaxy tush if you spring something on me this year too!) and I hope you'll all have a super nice, warm, calm and happy December too! ❤❤❤

Q: What Alan Rickman movie do you watch each Christmas? A: I always watch Die Hard around Christmas (IT'S A CHRISTMAS MOVIE, KAY?) and absolutely love it - the last few years I've also watched Sense & Sensibility (and Pride & Prejudice but that's not an Alan movie but it is my all-time fav movie even if it's lacking in the Alan department - same for The Holiday, Also a tradition for Christmas) and I've previously always watched Robin Hood too - I mean he's such an awesome sheriff and he plays that part perfectly 😂👏

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I HAVE A REQUEST!!! I’ve requested this to a few people but never got a response, but I’m in desperate need for a john x reader where they are childhood friends and slowly realize they like eachother 🙏🙏🙏 I also love a good bit of jealousy 🥰

Jealous Guy

John Lennon x Reader

•Warning: no warnings need. •Summary: John had been a childhood best friend of yours, over the years the two of your grow close, and one day someone decides to speak up. •Characters: 8,150 •Additional information: Sorry if this fanfic is a bit late, I have a lot of things to do, and school is starting up soon for me. Hopefully this is good and I didn’t disappoint you.

It feels as if it was just yesterday when you and John first met at a playground. At the moment there was a game of tiggy just starting out, you sat on the sidelines just watching as the boys ran around chasing each other, that was until one boy from that crowd ran up to you and tapped you on the shoulders, “You’re it.” The boy looked down at you, as your curious eyes looked up at him. “Oh— I’m not playing, sorry.” You raised up both of your hands in defense, “Well, you don’t look like you’re doing anything except watching us, so..I insist you get up and join.” The boy looked rather determined for you to join in on the fun, you couldn’t just say no and blow him off. You sighed, “Fine, alright, I’ll play.” The boy held out his hand for you to grab, and you gladly took it so you could lift yourself off of the ground. “Oh! I forgot to ask what your name was.” You took your hand away, wiping it on your dress. “My name is John, John Winston Lennon, and you?” He gave you a warm smile, “And my name is y/n, y/n l/n. I Must say your name has a ring to it, you’re rather lucky to have such a wonderful name.” You beamed, completely forgetting that you had been invited to a game of tiggy, that was until a boy who had been previously running away from everything piped up, “Oi! Are you going to play or what?!” The random boy said while peaking out of his hiding place which startled you. You tried reaching out for John, but he’d backin’ up, making it known he knew every trick in the book, before he started running away. 

From that day on you hold that memory dear to your heart, knowing not long after that you two both had bumped into one another at school, slowly building up a friendship from there, and maybe something more deeper than you expected. 

Currently you were seated at the dinner table, eating the meal in front of you with your mother and father, of course your father didn’t pay much attention, and kept his face buried into the newspaper. The silence between you three was rather deafening, until—

Ring, Ring, Ring

Your father looked up from the paper which was held by his one hand, while your mother had gotten up to see who was calling at this hour. She grabbed the phone, pulled it up to her ear, and spoke. “To whom am I speaking?” Waiting for a response, your mother turned her body, now facing the two of you still at the table. “John, John Lennon, y/n’s friend.” She pulled the phone away from her face, now covering the bottom part of the telephone, as she held it out. “Y/n it’s for you, dear.” You were a bit confused on who would be calling you, but you didn’t think it through that much. You’d gotten up and walked towards the telephone, grabbing it gently from your mothers grasp. “Thank you, mother.” You dismissed her, before pulling up the receiver to your ear. “Y/n speaking, who is it?” You started playing with the plastic covered wire while you waited for a response. “Y/n! It’s John, I just need to ask you something, I promise you it won’t take long.” Hearing johns voice felt like a relief wash over you, his voice always sounded so sweet and comfortingly to listen to, “Well, go ahead then, ask away.” John shifted on the other end, his talking so far seemed rather rushed and it made you raise an eyebrow, “Could you meet me at that coffee shop you’ve been dying to go to? I need to speak to you in private about something.” John didn’t give you much time to respond or think, before he had hung up leaving you with the sound of static on the other end. 

You pulled the phone away, placed it back down, then gave your parents a rather confused look. You must’ve seemed so lost in your thoughts, I mean who wouldn’t be? Your best friend had just asked you something rather weird without a proper explanation. In private? Well, for starters a coffee shop isn’t that private, but you’ve been dying to go there anyway you never could find the time to go and just enjoy yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to find out what John really wanted to tell you, so you decided to go.

It was the next morning, you had just reminded yourself halfway through brushing your teeth that you had to get ready to go to that coffee shop, so you started getting dressed in a causal outfit and got your hair done to look presentable. 

You loved John, John was such a big teddy bear and always got on your good side, thought Highschool you started to fall in love with him, but you always had a feeling that it was a bit strange to like someone you grew up with, I mean people called you siblings for Christ sakes! It just felt wrong. Yet you couldn’t help but twirl you hair and giggle thinking about him at night when you should be asleep, god, he was just so dreamy, you loved every second you spent with him, and you just hoped he felt the same.

It didn’t take you that long to get dressed and headed out the door as you might’ve thought, but you knew walking would be longer. You didn’t mind walking though, it gave you a second to appreciate everything around you and also on a good note it was a pretty nice day outside. 

When you got to the shop, you looked around and found John, sitting at a table fiddling with his hands, looking a John a bit more he looked a bit over dressed for the place and stuck out like a sore thumb. He was dressed in a rather flattering black suit, his hair looked perfect, and everything else looked in place on him. You walked up to John, who looked as if he was lost in his thoughts, “John?” He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and looked up at you, you couldn’t help but smile. “Oh- Oh, hello y/n, sorry about the call, I didn’t mean to seem a bit—“ John stood up from his seat, trying to find the word he was thinking of, “weird? John, you sounded so stressed out I thought something was actually wrong.” He laughed, “Well, I just felt like now was the right time I must tell you somethi—“ John had been cut short by someone behind you call your name, it was another boy from school who often flirted with you and tried to get a bite of you. You turned your head to look at who was calling you. “I didn’t think I’d see a bird like yourself here.” The boy walked up to you, placing his hands on your waist almost immediately as if you two were actually together. John was fuming, he absolutely despised the boy since day one, at first he thought you two were together when he saw you two at school being all close, surely then he thought it was over between him and you, thinking it should’ve been him that talked to you that way and held you like that. He was already one step closer to punching that smirk off of the boys face in just one clean swing. “Oh! I was just here to see John” You tried pulling his hands off of your waist, but they wouldn’t budge. The boy looked up at John, seeing at how nicely dressed he was, “Looks as if he’s trying a bit too hard than one should to get a girls attention.” He leaned closer to you, making you just feel uncomfortable in the slightest. John had just enough as soon as that pip squeak opened his mouth, “How about you take your hands off of her and run along now, before it gets ugly?” John stepped forward, grabbing you and pulling you away from the boys grasp. “Whatever, you’ll never get that bird anyway.” He looked up and down at the two, then headed off. 

You looked at John confused, that was until you connected the dots and everything seemed so much more clearer now. “You’re trying to ask me out aren’t ya?” John looked startled when you asked that, “How-“ you grabbed him by the collar, now looking into his eyes, “Let’s just say you made it a bit obvious with that suit, mister.” You kissed him on the lips, pushing yourself away so you could sit down and see what you wanted to drink. Johns face went red, he was stunned to say the very least, before he quickly sat down as well, trying to keep himself together before spilling his guts out, “So, is that a yes?” John asked nervously. “I think I’ll say yes to that, I’ve been waiting forever for you to ask me that.” You looked up at him from your menu, on the inside you were screaming and giggling, you were just happy that you could finally call John yours after all these years.

#The Beatles #the beatles x reader #john Lennon #John Lennon x Reader

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Making memories together (Leon Goretzka x Reader)

**Got this little request and took it as an opportunity to test writing about topics I’m not neccessarily as comfortable with. I hope you enjoy the result. I think it’s pretty cute 🥰**

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“Is she sleeping?”, Leon nodded when he got inside the room but you couldn’t help but notice he seemed worried. “You ok?”

“Not really”, he said, sitting down next to you. “I found out today that our match has been moved to another day”.

“Why is that an issue?”

“It’s now on Sunday”.

You frowned wondering why that was an issue until you realised what Leon meant. Sunday was your little baby’s first birthday.

“Honey, it’s okay. We can move the party to another day”.

“But her birthday is on Sunday, not another day”.

“Yes, and she’s also turning one. That party is for us and our friends, not so much for her. She’ll be sleeping most of the time and won’t remember it”.

You tried to laugh and joke about it but weren’t getting the reaction you hoped from your partner.

A little cry saved you from dealing with this for now since it was now your turn to go see what happened to little Sophia.

When you got to her room, she was still sleeping. Probably just had a dream that made her cry for a couple of seconds. Looking at her, you couldn’t believe she would be turning one in just a couple of days. It seemed like it was only yesterday when you were coming back home from the hospital with her in your arms, looking so small and fragile.

Kissing her head softly enough so as to not disturb her, you went back to your room and found Leon staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, stop feeling guilty, ok?”

“How? I’m always missing big moments because of my job. It’s really annoying”.

You put your head on his chest, cuddling to his side to give him some comfort. “That happens to a lot of people. But your job just makes that a bit worse. It also means your daughter will have everything she could ever ask for so you know, there are positives and negatives”.

“I just don’t want her to grow up feeling like I’m never there for her. Money can’t buy those special memories for her”.

“She won’t. We’ll do everything possible so she doesn’t, ok?”

He nodded, still not looking so sure. And you were now thinking about how you could show him you meant your words.

                                            **

“Come in, they should be home already”, you told your mum, who was going to stay with you on Saturday night to get everything ready for Sophia’s birthday. “Where are my favourite people?”

“Living room!”

When you got there, you found Leon on the floor with Sophia crawling around him and hitting him with a toy.

“Having a good time?”, you laughed.

“The best”.

You sat down next to them, trying to kiss your little daughter but she was too busy crawling. So you kissed her father instead.

“I have to leave in half an hour”.

“We’ll Facetime you tomorrow after the match, ok? So you can wish Soph a happy birthday at the time she was born. You’d be done playing then”.

“I’ll be waiting for the call”.

Before leaving, Leon showered you and little Sophia with kisses. And you couldn’t help but smile knowingly. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

                                       **

When you woke up on Sunday, you ran to see your baby and sang happy birthday to her. It really was silly to make such a fuzz…she just wanted to eat. But you still gave her a new toy, not being able to wait for the party to give her some of the gifts.

“Go get ready, honey. I’ll get her dressed”, told you your mum.

“You sure?”

“Yes, that way we can leave as soon as possible. Go now. I have this under control”.

A quick shower later, you put on your Bayern shirt and got all the baby stuff you could need, and then some, before heading to where your mum was taking photos of her granddaughter.

“You two done taking selfies?”

“Yes”, she laughed, “let’s go surprise your daddy, Sophia”.

The match was going to start at 5 pm, which meant it would be definitely finished by 8 pm, the time when Sophia was born one year ago. You always joked saying she had waited until that time because that was her dad’s number. It really felt like a very special coincidence.

“He’s really trying to get that goal, huh?”

You laughed at your mum’s comment because she was so right. Leon was desperate to score so he could dedicate it to his daughter. And that melted your heart. So when he finally scored, you screamed so loud that a lot of people around you turned to look at you.

Leon ran to the camera to do a little celebration for Sophia, not knowing his daughter was closer to him than he expected.

When the match ended, your mum, Sophia and you made your way to the dressing room area. The team knew about you being there so you didn’t need to worry about how to get there.

After the interviews and the shower, Leon was sitting down with his phone in his hand, waiting for you to call him.

“Bro, go outside for a second”, said one of his teammates.

“I can’t, I’m waiting to Facetime with my daughter”.

“I know, just go outside. Trust me”.

He got up and left the dressing room, curious but also worried he’d miss the call somehow. But when he was outside, he realised he didn’t need to worry about his phone anymore.

“What are you doing here?”

“Sophia didn’t want to miss seeing her daddy score on her birthday”.

Leon finally remembered how to walk and moved towards you, giving you a quick kiss and taking Sophia in his arms. He always felt so much pride and love seeing her wear her little Bayern kit with “Papa” on the back.

“Happy birthday, my love. I’m so happy I can be with you today”.

“And at the right time”, you said to him, showing him your phone. It was 8 pm.

“Thank you for making this possible. It means the world to me”.

“I know”, you said, putting your arms around his waist. “You might miss some moments of Sophia’s life and I’ll miss others. But we’ll make enough memories together for her. Don’t worry about that”.

#leon goretzka #leon goretzka imagine #leon goretzka one shot #leon goretzka fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff

[good-enemy]

list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers 💖

Aw thank you for sending this lovely 💜 you actually sent this to 2 of my blogs so I guess I get to do it twice! 😊💓

1. Music ❤ listening to it, making playlists, buying CDs, obsessing over it with other people who like the same music, waiting for new releases, going to concerts and everyone screaming along, just music music music msusicmuismsucic ❤❤❤

2. I passed my driving test yesterday and that has made me pretty happy! Finally I can crack out the P plates (they came in a pack with the L plates so they've been sat in a drawer for about a year and a half 😭)

3. Games or apps where u get to dress up a little character that looks like u 🥰 I literally change my bitmojis outfit like once a week on snapchat LOL I just love dressing things up 😆

4. Reading & writing! 📚✍ I can't wait until summer I'll have so much more time for it <3 every time I go into my bedroom my kindle is sat there staring at me like read me read me read me 😅

5. As much stress as it causes me my university course really does make me happy 💓 it's super interesting, I just love learning especially about psychology, all the projects I've been able to work on this year have been really fun, all my coursemates are lovely and there's only 5 of us so there's no drama 😅 also i think the course that I'm on has only been running for 3 or 4 years and this is the last year they're running it bc it's not popular enough for the university to justify it :( so I feel really lucky that i got to do it bc it really is the perfect course for me lol - also not to be a massive sap but I really love my university as well, everyone is so lovely and the campus is so lovely and I'm lowkey sad that I have to leave but I know I'll be welcome back anytime ☺

#aw this was really nice to think about thank you for sending it 💗 #magicasklin

[jeonqkooks]

jen dearest 🤍 i got myself some time during my lunch break to reply to you ; u ; but how exciting that you had a great time back at home and seeing all the people you missed the last little while. i know the feeling you described, almost... a mix of guilt and grief for "visiting" home and not staying home, for "leaving behind" the ones who probably want you by their side the most. i feel that way every time i see my grandparents, and they are only a couple cities over from me... i cannot imagine that sort of strain on your heartstrings after hopping on the plane 🥺 but although that feeling doesn't really get any better, life does get bigger — so in comparison to the last time, hopefully your visits home become easier to carry with experience. (did you try bánh canh like we last discussed 😂?)

those resolutions — or at least, aspirations to set forth this year! — sound perfectly reasonable to me ☺️ i hope you get to achieve them, or even an inkling of all, so you can full power experience them later! as for me — i may tap back into writing, but for original characters of my own; maybe even poetry? how fun would that be hehe i'm also looking to move along with work — things have been going well in my role, and my team definitely trusts me with managing the office — but the company itself and the compensation is next to nothing, sadly. but cheers to see where our professional roads lead ^^~ any new country in particular you're looking to come to?

my love and i are still going strong 🥰 it will be 7 years together in february! things have been sort of picking up a notch — we've discussed engagement/marriage to our families and it makes me feel so funny because!!! i!!! am!!! baby!!! (see: turning 28 later this year, my goodness 😨) who knows what will happen by this year but if things happen... i'll be sure to tell you 🤍

i'm so dearly content that you found that passion and rhythm again to write; especially almost every day! how absolutely exciting ; u ; ! when the muse has been locked in, it's hard to let go in the original rush of it all... may you enjoy the ride as it continues on hehe either way, i certainly hope the stay fandom has been treating you kindly and have become a safe place for you to travel to often. you only deserve the utmost best, after all.

until next time, sweetheart~

write soon. thương thương with all my heart,

cee 🤍

yeah it’s very bittersweet 🫠 i do still get emo sometimes thinking about it. yesterday i just sat down on the couch and stared at nothing for like 15 minutes after i looked at something i brought back from home. but yeah since i’m gonna try to come visit more often, hopefully the withdrawal won’t be as bad as this time 😔

bánh canh completely slipped my mind !! 😭 there’s actually quite a few things that i didn’t get to eat even though i was trying to tick everything off my list lol. from now on i’ll have to try and be more productive whenever i go back 😂

oh writing !! i hope you find the time and enjoyment in writing again. i miss your writing (and maybe!jk) sm :(( but i know that whatever it may be, poetry or your own oc’s, you’re gonna be amazing

i’m so glad that work is going well for you. and love !! that’s exciting news !! for now i can only hope that you two are as happy as can be. but fingers crossed for more wonderful news in the future <3 :’)

i’m planning to go to nyc later this year for a trip - maybe september, we’re still thinking - so i might be in the same timezone as you !!

thank you !! day by day i feel better about writing since the new muse has come into my life. getting back in touch with creativity again has really brightened up my life and it’s honestly kinda silly how much a good fandom experience can make me so happy lol. i hope that side of tumblr will continue to be as good as now for as long as possible bc it’s really been bringing me so much joy :’)

i always look forward to your messages. thank you for checking in, boo <3 happy tết in advance !! love you always, thương thương 🤍

#cee 💌 #answered

[navalcriminalimagines]

Alright hear me out. How bout a fic where Alden brings his and y/n's daughter to work as part of take your child to work day.

I think your request is a good starting point to something I keep thinking about… 👀❤️ I’m considering making this a series if my Parker fans want it? 😘

This is pure fluff 🥰

Warnings: age gap, taboo relationship (kinda?)

Parker’s other life

Alden Parker kept his private life…private. It was the case at the FBI, and it didn’t change when he joined NCIS.

However, the team here was different. The more he spent time with them, the more they became like family. Maybe he could introduce to the loves of his life to them?

And why not start by taking one of your kids to work, for the ‘take your child to work’ day. “Which one should I take?” He asked as you were getting ready to go to bed. “I can’t take the four of them.” He chuckled.

“Four? I feel like we have six of them now.” You said, getting under the covers. Alden followed your lead, immediately finding his spot against your body.

“Tell me about it. There was some female underwear in the laundry yesterday and I know it wasn’t yours or Wren’s.”

Alden softly kissed your neck, inhaling deeply your vanilla scent. “I can’t wait for the day it will be Wren’s,” you laughed, fingers tangled in his hair. You knew how sensitive this subject was for your husband.

He growled against you, “stop it.” He muttered.

You turned a little more to the side to face him. “So Matteo can have a girlfriend,” you kissed his cheek. “Austin can have a boyfriend.” You kissed his other cheek, “pretty sure that when AJ will have his first date, you’ll be fine.” You kissed his nose. “But Wren can’t have any of that?” You smirked.

“Yes. Until she’s at least forty.”

You laughed a little more. Alden has always be overprotective with your children but with your daughter, he took it to another level. She’s his little princess - well to be honest, she’s everyone’s princess - and you’ve been teasing him with her growing up to date since she first got along with a boy from her class.

“The day she’ll bring her first boyfriend —“

“Stop.” He growled, and got on top of you.

When you thought about it, you felt incredibly lucky to still be married to your first love, the father of your four children and that after almost twenty years, you were still as in love as you were in the beginning, maybe even more.

After making love to you, your husband spooned you to sleep. “I’ll take Wren.” He told you before you fell asleep.

The mornings at the Parker’s household were busy. It was an organization; you and Alden woke up before everyone else, getting ready before even having coffee. Then you got down to prepare breakfast and lunches. Matteo - and his girlfriend Lola when she’s here - wake up by themselves and used the bathroom. Same for Austin a little later - as being a little younger than Matteo, his boyfriend was allowed to stay over only on weekends. Then you or Alden woke up AJ and Wren.

You made sure to all have breakfast together. Sometimes moods or fights got in the way, but it was mostly always a happy cacophony.

Drinking his coffee, Alden sat next to Wren and kissed her forehead. “Babygirl, what do you think about spending the day with me at the office?”

Your six years old daughter Wren looked at her father with big round eyes, surprised by what he just asked.

“Really?” Wren asked.

The three boys were as surprised as Wren was. “Really?” They asked too.

“How come does she get to?” Matteo asked. “I’m seventeen and that never happened.” Your son wasn’t offended or hurt, just surprised.

“Let’s say that things change now that I’m working at NCIS.” He told everyone. “I can’t take the four of you today but I’d love for you to come and meet my new team.”

“They aren’t like your other teams?” Austin asked.

“Nope. I know that they won’t judge me and mum.”

You’ve always been honest with your kids. They know that people has been judging your couple since you got together because of the age difference and how you guys met; Alden being your older brother’s best friend, you having a crush on him since a young age. You were eight years old when you told Alden you’d marry him.

The kids love your story. They love the happy family you all are and they don’t understand why people keep judging you, even though you’ve been together for almost twenty years.

“I’m gonna put on a dress!” Wren kissed her father’s cheek before jumping off her chair and running to her bedroom. Alden chuckled at her excitement, and looked at the rest of his family.

“It’s okay for you guys that I’m taking her, right?”

“Yeah, I have practice anyway.” Matteo answered.

“I have rehearsal.” Austin added.

“And I don’t like meeting new people.” AJ ended.

You chuckled softly, knowing how true it was. For a young age, you and Alden knew that AJ was on the autism spectrum. You made sure to make life as easy as possible for him, so did his siblings.

“Gonna go check on Wren.” You kissed your husband, and joined your daughter. You knocked at her door and got in when she told you to.

“Have you picked up a dress yet?”

“I changed my mind. Can I wear this?” She asked, holding her overall Austin brought for her a month ago.

“You can wear anything you want.”

You helped her changing her clothes and did her hair. She chose some boots to put on and rushed downstairs to her father and brothers. She showed her look to them and they all complimented their princess. “Are we going, daddy?” She asked, practically dragging him out of the door.

You made sure everyone had their lunch, you all wished one another a good day, and everyone left for their day. Matteo drove Austin - while picking up their lovers - you took care of AJ and Alden was off for the NCIS headquarters with Wren.

Alden and his daughter stopped to get some pastries - Wren’s favorite of course. “Hi Miss Bray!” Wren cheerfully greeted the owner.

“Hello Wren!” She smiled at her, “I’m happy to see you! - Alden.” She nodded at him.

“Morning,” he smiled, “the usual, but ten of them.”

“Oh! Are you guys throwing a party?”

“I’m going to daddy’s work!” Wren was basically jumping on the spot.

“That’s great! You’re gonna have an amazing day!”

“Yes!”

“And is daddy as happy as the daughter?”

“Maybe more. He’s just good at hiding it.” He joked and the owner laughed a little too loud.

Alden noticed that the owner had been flirting with him for a while now, even though she knows he’s married and has four kids. The last time he came here with Austin, your son literally gave him a lecture, ‘if mum had been here, she’d have jumped over the counter. I know you’re not interested but still, stop being so nice to her.’

Despite her excitement, Wren got shy when they reached the headquarters. She held onto her father’s hand, walking close to his leg. In the elevator, Alden crouched down to be at her level, “We’re going to have a great day, right? You’re gonna love my team, and they are going to love you, just like everyone.” He told his daughter, before kissing his cheek and the little girl wrapped her arms around her father’s neck.

“Pick me up.” She said.

He would pick her up until his body wouldn’t allowed him anymore.

One arm holding his daughter and the other holding the pastries, Alden walked up to the bullpen where his new team was already there.

Tim, Nick and Jessica looked up to their team leader, confused. Tim was the first to speak up, “Morning Parker, and—?”

Alden handed him the white box, “Another Parker. Wren.” He smiled, and looked to his daughter, “Can you say hello to Tim, Nick and Jess?”

Shyly, the little girl waved at them. They waved back, still surprised. They had no idea Alden Parker had a daughter. They had a lot of questions now.

Wren agreed to let go of her father and sat at his desk. He grabbed one of the pastries and gave it to her.

“Aren’t the twins here?” He asked Tim.

“No, I thought they are too young. But if I had known you had a daughter— how old is Wren?”

“I’m six.” Wren answered. “Teo is seventeen, Austin is almost sixteen and AJ is twelve.”

Alden laughed at his team’s faces. He nodded when Nick held four fingers up, clear shock on his face. “You’ll meet them another day.” He said.

Wren started to relax as she talked with the team. Her eyes always made sure to find her father, making sure he wasn’t disappearing. They ate the pastries together and then Alden gave his daughter a tour of the office. They met several coworkers with their kids, and Wren’s excitement came back upfront.

He didn’t want to take her to Autopsy but he wanted her to meet Jimmy and Victoria so he texted him to meet him in Kasie’s lab.

“Okay, I excepted a lot of kids in my lab, but not one with you.” Kasie smiled at Alden.

“Wren, this is Kasie. Kas, this is my princess, Wren.”

“You’re pretty.” Wren immediately said to the woman in front of her.

“So are you, girl!”

“Daddy says I’m beautiful like mummy.”

“Then I can’t wait to see the beauty that is your mummy.”

Wren grinned at her, and Alden gave the pastries he saved. Kasie looked at her coworker with a new found admiration; she appreciated Alden from the moment they made things clear, she respected and thought he was great man. Seeing him as a dad just confirmed what she thought of him.

Knowing about today, Kasie had planned some science experiments to show the kids. Wren noticed the stuff on the table and got interested in them. The lab tech was about to explain her everything when Jimmy walked in with Victoria.

Alden greeted his coworker - maybe he should call him a friend? - and his daughter. But he saw Wren’s face closing off. She couldn’t look at Victoria. “Princess, this is Jimmy and his daughter, Victoria.”

“Hi.” Wren said, not looking at them.

“Hello Wren,” Jimmy warmly smiled at the little girl. Victoria greeted her too.

Alden grabbed his daughter’s hand and took her aside, “What’s wrong, princess?” He asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I want to be friend with Victoria.”

“Well, that’s good. Let’s go talk to her?”

“She doesn’t want to be my friend. Her other friends say I’m not cool.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Alden hugged his daughter and comforted her for a moment. “Look, her friends aren’t here today. Victoria may think you’re cool, because you are. You’re the coolest!” He pampered her face with kisses until she giggled.

She agreed to come back next to Victoria and the girls listened to Kasie and got invested in the experiment. “I think the girls go to the same school.”

“Yup. How come we never run into each other?” Jimmy laughed.

“With this job, we don’t get to drive them to or from school, right?”

“Unfortunately. But man, why did you hide this for us? Are you married? Is Wren your only kid?”

“It’s a long story, but Y/N had been together for almost twenty years. Wren is our youngest, we have three older boys.”

“Four kids? Seriously? Would’ve never guessed.”

“That was the point.”

Jimmy and Alden stayed in the lab to look at the girls and they were happy to see them interacting with each other. Kasie transformed the girls into little lab techs, and Alden took a picture to send it to the family group chat.

YOU: Look at her!!! 😍❤️ are you guys having fun?

MATTEO: Future scientist?

AUSTIN: So pretty my sis ❤️

ALDEN: She’s getting along really well with Victoria! They actually go to the same school, I’ll explain tonight.

YOU: Please, don’t make her want to be a fed.

AUSTIN: I second that

MATTEO: third

AJ: fourth. But am I the only one who actually getting some work done?

MATTEO: always 🤓

MATTEO: mother, father. AJ sent me a middle finger emoji on a private convo.

Alden couldn’t help but laugh. “Being harassed, Parker?” Nick joked.

Wren agreed to stay in the lab with Kasie and Vic while Alden needed to get some work done - stuff she couldn’t really know about.

“My boys being siblings.” He smiled.

“Parker, we need to know.” Jessica spoke. “Why didn’t you tell us you were married and had four kids? You don’t even wear a wedding ring?”

Alden undone one button of his shirt and reached for his necklace, which held his wedding ring, showing it to Knight. He realized that he didn’t need to keep there anymore, so he took the necklace off and put the ring right where it belonged. “It’s just that— our story with my wife isn’t usual. We got judge, we heard many hurtful things— my kids don’t even know my family because they never accepted our—age difference.” Alden sighed. He always avoided talking about his family as he hasn’t heard about them in years. His parents never met his children, they never wanted to.

“Who gives a shit about age difference? As long as neither was underage.” Jessica answered.

Alden didn’t say anything more. You weren’t underage when you and Alden got together, but people still had something to say about the fact that you were seven years old when Alden first met you.

Nick and Tim agreed with Jessica, and Alden felt relieved. Maybe this would go very well.

He checked his phone again; the boys were fighting on the groupchat, and he had a text from you.

YOU: Love you hubby ❤️ Can’t wait for our date night this weekend 😍

ALDEN: Me too! Got something amazing plan for us, gotta to celebrate our first kiss properly 😘 I love you more ❤️

YOU: Nineteen years 🤩

YOU: Tell your minis to stop 🤣

ALDEN: Why are they MY minis when they fight?

YOU: They always are. I cloned you.

ALDEN: You sure did 🫶🏻😝

Jimmy and Kasie appeared at lunch time with the girls. Wren ran to her father and started to tell him everything she did in the lab. She was talking so fast, Alden couldn’t say a word. He loved seeing her this happy and excited. “Can we call mummy? And my brothers?”

“How about we eat lunch? We still have the afternoon, so you tell them everything tonight during dinner?”

“Yes, you’re right. I’ll wait tonight.”

Alden and Wren ate lunch in the break room with Jimmy and Victoria. The girls were really getting along, Vic actually apologized for her friends behavior and she admitted that Wren was cool. Then your daughter asked Vic if she had brothers and Wren went on and on about hers.

“I feel bad for the first boy she’ll bring home,” Jimmy joked, as he was sure the girls wouldn’t hear.

“Dear god, Jim. Not you too,” Alden rubbed his temple, and his coworker laughed more.

“Yup. Really bad,”

“Like you won’t freak out when it’ll happen with Victoria?”

“Probably, but I feel like I’m more reasonable than you on this.”

“You are. I want her to stay my baby forever.”

“Don’t we all?”

Wren stayed close to her father the entire afternoon. She helped him with some non important paperwork, then they showed MTAC to the kids, and they were all amazed. Victoria kept bugging Nick as they got back to the bullpen and it didn’t take long for Wren to join her. “Great, now I got two of them!” He exclaimed as both girls were climbing his back.

The team was great with his daughter, and he couldn’t wait for them to meet the love of his life and his three boys.

At dinner time, Wren didn’t stop talking about her day at work with daddy. As always, she was the center of the attention of her father, mother and brothers. But before dinner, she got your lap. “You’re not going to die, mummy, right?” She asked, taking you by surprise.

“What? No! Why are you asking me that, honey?”

“Victoria’s mum died. I don’t want you to die.”

You hugged her close to her chest, “Baby, don’t worry about that. I’m okay,” you kissed her hair, “we all are.” You felt Alden’s body behind you, as he kissed her too.

“Everyone is okay, princess. No one is going anywhere.”

Your husband mentioned your boys to join in for a family hug, making Wren smile and forget her worries.

#ncis #ncis season 19 #alden parker #ncis imagine #ncis reader insert #alden parker fanfic #alden parker x reader #alden parker imagine #alden parker fic #Alden Parker fluff

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi! I just saw your request where Nozel comforts the reader after a break-up and I really loved it! Can I request a similar scenario with William? Thanks so much 🥰

Ahh, I remember this request! Requested by my bby Rin. You guys can read it HERE

William Vangeance x f! reader

TW: profanities,

h/n: Her name

"Tell me!" you raised your voice at the man in front of you, "there's nothing between you and her!?"

"There's really nothing between us," your boyfriend of 2 years pleaded.

"You know how she treated me in the past, and now you're staying over at her place?!"

"She said she needed help, she was injured and when I went over, she was in pain so I stayed to make sure she was okay."

"What the fuck," you rolled your eyes at the story you heard, "and you just left me at home? Thinking you were at some business meeting? huh?"

"I was at the meeting until she called for an emergency"

"How about the other times huh?" you glared at him, "when you said you were working, or at dinner with Jimmy and the other guys!?"

"Stop shouting and swearing at me, y/n." he looked at you with steel cold eyes.

"You absolutely deserved it, cheater. That vixen has the audacity to to tell me she just wants everything I have,"

"Stop it y/n, h/n is not like that, she's really nice. She even told me she didn't want you to misunderstand..."

"Get out!" you were quiet all of a sudden, "this is it. We're over."

"Babe, don't do this,"

"The two of you really belong together, trash and a bin." you rolled your eyes at him.

"Enough of your nonsense, y/n." he scowled, "h/n is always understanding but here you are, always misunderstanding me and not trusting me."

"You won't shut your mouth and leave will you? I will." you grabbed your bag and left.

---

You found yourself at a bar that you flew far enough away from home. You got yourself a seat and ordered a jug of beer for yourself.

After 1 hours, you were already buzzed, you drank almost 2 jugs, your vision was already blurry and you couldn't walk straight. You tried to head to the washroom.

"Y/n!" someone caught you as you staggered to the toilet.

You looked up and tried to focus. It was William Vangeance from the Golden Dawn. You both were good friends, and often went on co-missions together.

"Hey Wil! Whatcha doing here?" you asked.

"Just here with Yami and Fuegoleon," he held on you, "What are you doing here alone?"

"I need to pee!" You tried to talk over the loud music, you weren't really sure of what he just said.

He wanted for you right outside the toilet and he helped you outside for some fresh air.

You both sat at some bench outside.

"Wait, I haven't paid!" you exclaimed and wanted to go back, but William stopped you.

"I already paid, y/n." he made you sit down again, and opened a fresh bottle of water for you to drink, "Here, drink some water."

As you gulped down the water, William asked again, "so what are you doing here all alone y/n?"

"I..." you paused for awhile before looking up at the skies, "I broke up with my boyfriend. I had enough of him always running to h/n."

"h/n? your cousin?"

"yeah, she's a vixen that wants everything I have. She's even jealous of my position as a magic knights and tried to sabotage me many times,"

"Which was why you were promoted after taking that long and dangerous mission last year?" William recalled.

"yeah, she complained to Captain Kaiser and made a big hooha about it." You rolled your eyes at the thought of her, "Captain Kaiser didn't have a choice.. He told me he had to hold back my promotion."

"But why does your boyfriend always go over to her?"

You sighed, "They met at a family gathering and she kept trying to get close to him. She kept calling him her brother, and subsequently they contacted privately and he meets her privately. I don't mind him having female friends, but yesterday, he stayed the night over at her place."

You sighed again, thinking about the whole ordeal again.

"That's.. not very nice.." William tried to find the right words to say.

"that's disgusting," you corrected him. "And he said she was very understanding while I'm unreasonable. Good lord!"

Your nose felt a little pinch and you found your eyes clouded with tears again.

William handed you a handkerchief.

"Who brings around a handkerchief these days Wil!" you took it from him and wiped your tears, "chivalry is dead nowadays."

"Not to me," William said with a gentle smile.

"Anyway, I'm done with that man."

"Okay y/n, but I'll send you home.

"No.. I don't want to go home.." You felt so sleepy even though you didn't want to head home, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

---

Morning came and the first thing that woke you up was a loud boom. It was the slam of your bedroom door against the walls, your boyfriend had just came home and flung open the door.

"How dare you bring another man home?!" he shouted.

"What the fuck are you talking about early in the morning?"

"William Vangeance was sleeping on the living room sofa when I got home! You little wench, don't try to act all innocent and accuse me of cheating with h/n when you're just the same."

"I believe there's a misunderstanding here," William calmly walked into the room, his purple orbs were now a shade darker than it's usual, "I sent y/n home because she was a little tipsy and I crashed on your sofa because it was too late. y/n is still in her clothes from yesterday."

"Who knows what the fuck you both did before I came back!" your ex boyfriend shouted.

"Oh? So where did you go last night, huh?" you questioned, "I may reek of alcohol, but you reek of another woman's perfume."

"I-I tried looking for you last night, and went over to h/n's place because she could lend me a listening ear." he explained.

"oh? And as she listened, she had to throw herself all over you? Are you two drunk like me?"

"Listen bitch, you're the one at fault here," he pointed a finger at you, "how dare you bring another man home! And you," he turned to William, "how dare you touch another man's woman?"

Your ex pulled at William's collar and punched Willam in the face.

Vine wrapped around your ex in an instant and he was lifted off the ground. He tried to should for help but branches were also covered his mouth.

"Are you okay Will?" you went over to check on him, "I'm very sorry to pull you into our affairs.."

Wiliam hung your ex out of the window, leaving him 5 storeys off the ground. Your ex was so scared he peed his pants.

William stood at the window, facing him, "Leave y/n alone from now onwards. You both have broken up, you don't deserve her."

He run away the moment he was let down the ground.

---

You sat no the bed with your hands in your head, "I'm so sorry Will. Why did everything turn out this way?"

You felt the bed sink down beside you as a hand patted your head gently.

"y/n," William's voice echoed the room, "if that man cannot appreciate you, then I will. If he can't take care of you, then I will."

"what are you saying William..." you understood but you just couldn't believe your ears.

"I like you y/n. It pains me to see you crying over someone that's not worth. Nobody should make you feel like secondary.."

"Will, that's enough," you stopped him from confessing further, "I-I don't think I can start another relationship right now, I just ended my relationship less than 24 hours ago.."

"I've never said to start anything right now, but now that you're single, I will do everything in my power to pursue you."

You remained silent.

"You have a good rest, I'll leave you alone for now." he patted your head again as he left.

He didn't go home though. The captain of the Golden dawn went out to the market to get some ingredients to cook for you for lunch and dinner.

-end-

#black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover x y/n #black clover x you #black clover fanfiction #william vangeance x reader #william vangeance #black clover william

[gardenerian]

hello hi i binged your other 5+1s the other day when i saw them on ao3 and im once again reminded how much i absolutely love love love your writing 😊 for a prompt if u don't mind something of the gallaghers + kev and v reuniting with mickey s10? how do they react to seeing him again after so long? i was always sad that through canon we never got any sort of welcome back mickey party reaction type thingie u know? thank u and take care <3

oh wow oh jeez oh goodness! i am posting this very late! but thank you so very much. i loved writing this prompt and i hope you enjoy reading it 🥰 you can also find it here on ao3.

1.

Ian’s gone before Lip can process the fact that there was just a fucking gun in his face, pointed at him by some wild-eyed bitch while his son cried just across the room.

He holds Fred against his chest, bouncing him as his cries peter out. A hoard of Carl’s squatters poke their heads around kitchen appliances.

Mickey Milkovich is standing in the entryway.

And he looks much the same as he did the last time Lip saw him: tense, bruised, crawling out of his skin with fear. It’s a fear Lip knows intimately. It prickles at the base of his skull even now. This icy fear over Ian, pulled off in a direction they can’t follow.

Lip hasn’t been to Ian’s rescue in a long time.

For years, one brother carried the other - often kicking and screaming - headlong into the next phase of life. It was Lip’s natural impulse to look out for Ian, never truly breathing easily until he had eyes on him. Until he felt him, warm and solid beneath his hands.

It was one of the few things in his life that Lip never came to resent. Unlike his parents, his genes, his own fucking intelligence - holding onto Ian felt more like a privilege.

And for a while there, Ian shouldered the weight of the two of them as they drifted through the world. Lip grew used to Ian’s steadiness, the surety with which he carried himself.

But by the time Lip righted himself, by the time his awareness extended beyond his own fucking misery, Ian had spun off again. And they’d all missed it.

Lip shed hot, bitter tears after they dropped Ian off at the prison gate. He sat in the back of Kev’s truck, crying into Debbie’s hair where she sat halfway in his lap. He’ll be okay, she’d murmured. He’s gonna be okay.

That familiar rigidity of Ian’s spine as he walked into the prison - fucking prison - haunted Lip for days after. He’d seen it in Fiona, in his mother. He felt the ghost of it in his own bones. That stiffness keeping him upright; as if any slip would send him careening to the ground, buckled under the weight of all his fucking agony.

Lip wondered, in those days before Ian was able to call, how long it took him to fall apart once inside those walls.

But then he called.

He called, and Lip was blindsided by the peace in Ian’s voice. How at ease he sounded, how he laughed when Lip asked how he was doing.

You’ll never believe who’s here, he’d said.

The thing is, though - Lip did believe it. As soon as Ian announced that Mickey Milkovich was his cellmate, it felt like a puzzle piece pressing into place. Some kind of logic equation, lit up in neon: Ian’s in trouble, Mickey is there.

And Lip felt that cold prickle of fear settle for a while. It never really abated, not until Ian walked into his arms just a few days ago. But it allowed him to focus on his family, on the son he didn’t then know was coming.

Lip holds him now and watches as Mickey moves away from the front door, looking a little lost.

They greet each other quietly, nodding like they saw each other only yesterday. As if that common denominator of Ian could brush away years of hurt and loss and regret.

And, honestly, of course it could. It does, really. That’s what the love of Ian Gallagher can do.

Lip sits down, cradling a sleeping Fred to his chest. Mickey stands by the stairs, peering at them curiously. How strange it must be for him, coming back to this house to find them all so changed. Or startlingly the same.

He pats the seat next to him on the worn couch, tilting his head in invitation for Mickey to take a seat. They’re in this together, this watchful worry over Ian.

And if Lip knows anything, he knows they always will be.

2.

The house is quiet when she gets home, pushing through the creaking front door with a sigh. She did what she had to do for Franny, but when all is said and done, Debbie just left a random kid with a total stranger.

And she just hopes it doesn’t come back to bite her in the ass.

She heaves another sigh as she kicks her shoes off, but before she can stomp up the stairs to bed, a hissed ‘ey, will you shut the fuck up? startles her from thought.

Debbie feels her heart leap into her throat, and she whirls around to see the back of a once-familiar head poking up from the sofa.

Mickey cranes his neck, just catching her eye in the dark.

“Either shut up or get out, Red,” he whispers, arching an eyebrow.

And she could be fifteen again, finding Mickey Milkovich sitting in the dark, alert and watchful over her sleeping brother. Threatening anyone that would disturb him.

Ian is fast asleep, his lanky body looking impossibly small where he’s curled up on the sofa. His head is in Mickey’s lap, mouth frowning in sleep. Mickey runs a hand through limp red hair and Debbie watches Ian’s face relax.

She tiptoes to the recliner and sits gingerly on the armrest, eyeing Ian closely.

“The fuck happened?” she asks softly.

“Some shit with his PO,” Mickey sighs. “I’d probably kill her if I didn’t think it’d start this shit all over again.”

Debbie stills, blood running cold. Memory upon memory unfurling.

Mickey, threatening to fuck up some other evil bitch that ruined Ian.

The two of them acting in the cover of night, young and terrified.

Herself, her rage laced with grief. Letting Mickey take the fall for it. Not saying anything. Not to Fiona, not to Ian. Not to Mickey, even.

Until now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice thin and shaking.

Mickey finally looks up from Ian. “The fuck for?”

“You went to prison,” Debbie says, and Mickey’s eyes bug out of his head.

“I know I did,” he scoffs. “What’s it to do with you?”

“I didn’t do anything,” she answers. “I never even said anything to Ian.”

Mickey rolls his eyes.

“You Gallaghers are always taking credit for shit that’s way bigger than you. Think anything would’ve been different if you had said shit? No way, kid.”

He’s agitated now, and Debbie watches in fascination as he curls one hand into a fist even as the other strokes lightly over Ian’s face.

“Ian knows, anyways,” he adds, and her eyes widen and fill at the thought.

“He does?”

She can’t stand it. She can’t stand the thought of Ian in those days, hurting and tired, knowing what she did. Knowing what she did and keeping it to himself, swallowing it down with all those pills. Grieving alone because she was too scared to speak up.

“‘Course,” Mickey says simply. “But no one thinks it was your fault, Red. Come on. You think any of us would have wanted you to risk yourself? I was fucked from the start, with or without you.”

“That’s so unfair,” Debbie breathes. Ian had them, at least, when he was ready for them. Who did Mickey have?

Mickey shrugs.

“It was what it was.” A beat. Then, softly, “And it’s over now.”

Debbie nods. Maybe it is over. Maybe they’re all home to stay. She thinks of Franny, sleeping upstairs. She stands and moves quietly across the living room.

One hand on the railing, she turns back to Mickey.

“Glad you’re home,” she whispers.

Mickey nods once in response, not even bothering to grunt back at her. He looks down at Ian and smiles.

3.

Carl’s brushing his teeth when Mickey Milkovich hurdles into the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat and whipping his dick out.

“Jesus,” he snaps around a mouthful of fluoride. “The fuck, Mickey?”

“Takin’ way too long in here, man,” Mickey groans. “Gotta get in here before the rest of you fuckers get up.”

“You couldn’t let me spit first?”

“Man, I spent the last year pissin’ in front of other people,'' Mickey laughs, flushing the toilet and shouldering Carl out of the way to wash his hands. “Why you acting like you didn’t spend all that time in juvie, wipin’ your ass in front of the whole cell block?”

“‘Cause it fucking sucked,” Carl answers, incredulous. “Just ‘cause Ian didn’t mind you pulling it out while he was trying to brush his fucking teeth doesn’t mean I have to deal with it.”

“Alright, champ, calm down,” Mickey says, holding his wet hands up in surrender. “The fuck’s up with you, anyways?”

Carl deflates, remembering what happened to Esther at that bus stop, and Mickey’s eyebrows shoot up. “Do I need to go get Ian or somethin’?”

He thinks about it. Thinks about Ian, clambering out of bed in concern, face open and sad as he puts a warm, solid hand on Carl’s shoulder. Ian would get this. Ian would get how it feels to mourn an injustice like that.

But Ian just got home, and Ian needs to be careful. The last thing he needs to do is pull on the cape for another crusade.

Carl shakes his head.

“Nah, man. Sorry. Saw some shit last night and it just - it, I dunno, kinda fucked with my head.”

“You in trouble?”

“No. Not shit like that. Worse than that. This fuckin’ neighborhood - ”

He bites down on his lip. Fuck this neighborhood.

Mickey nods. He gets it, too.

“Yeah. Fuckin’ wild to be back in this shit hole.” He leans over the sink, eyeing his own reflection. “It’s our shit hole though, ya know. Where else would you wanna be?”

West Point, Carl had thought. Somewhere he could earn the credit and respect to fix shit like what he saw last night.

But, like Ian before him, he’s come to calm that itch of restlessness in his bones. He’s here. And he’s gonna be here until some unforeseen wind pushes him onward.

He blinks and turns back to Mickey, who smirks at him in the mirror.

Carl slaps Mickey’s arm in thanks, bounding down the stairs past Lip and Debbie, calling over his shoulder about making change.

He’s down the block before he realizes that was his first conversation with Mickey in half a decade.

4.

Mickey’s not sure he’s ever seen a place so untouched by time as The Alibi. He stands in the doorway, Ian crowding close behind him, staring out over a place he used to frequent every goddamn day.

That stool, his stool. Where he sat and counted cash, dodging his wife’s scornful eye and trying to drink the memory of Ian away.

The pool table, lined with that same dingy green felt he leaned over with his brothers. A grimy bathroom he doesn’t want to think about. The stairs to that dusty room above the bar, that room where he’d tried to make something work.

He haunts this place. He’s just not sure anybody knows it.

His eyes drift to that spot at the center of the room; where he’d stripped himself bare and tasted his own blood. Ian’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder, and Mickey knows he’s looking there, too.

Everything feels the same, except him. Everything, including -

“Jesus fucking Christ, is that Mickey?”

Kevin Ball gapes at him from behind the bar, rubbing at his eyes in surprise. Ian breathes a laugh and pushes Mickey lightly into the room. His legs shake a little as he makes his way over, but he lifts his chin as he settles onto his old stool.

Kermit and Tommy nod at him over their drinks; Mickey flips them off in return.

Everything’s the same.

Except tonight, Ian sits on the stool next to him.

“Holy shit, man,” Kevin laughs, “look at you two just waltzing back in here. Didn’t know you were out, Mick.”

“Yeah, hey,” he says distractedly, eyes roaming of their own accord. Ian nudges him a little, and he looks back to see Kev placing a beer and a shot in front of him. “Thanks,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Been home long?” Kevin asks, cracking open a pop for Ian.

“Uh, no,” Mickey answers, picking up his beer and taking a long sip. He looks around again as he swallows, as if Terry could just appear from within the walls.

“Just a couple of days,” Ian adds.

Kevin nods, looking shockingly pensive before speaking again: “Well, hey, I don’t know what you guys are doin’ for work right now, but we could always get the old rub and t-”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Veronica snaps, coming around the bar with a crate of pint glasses. She shoves them at Kevin before reaching out an elegant hand to cup Ian’s face. Mickey tries to dodge her when she moves for him, but she’s too damn quick. Her skin is soft against his cheek.

“Good to see you, Mickey,” she says. “I was getting worried about Ian over there, moping around at home without you.”

And maybe everything’s not the same.

Ian blushes next to him, grumbling down into his glass of pop. He’s loose tonight, at ease and comfortable. He’s not tearing himself apart at the seams, begging Mickey for anything he can’t give.

Kevin and Veronica smile at him from behind the bar, glad to see him. It steals his breath away for a moment. People who knew him then - glad to see him. Glad to have him around again.

Mickey used to hide here. He hid from Svetlana on this stool, asking Kev for any hint of Ian. He hid from his father here in a room full of sharks, baring his own teeth while Ian sulked in the corner.

He hid here, bending girls over the bathroom sink, until he couldn’t hide anymore.

And it was here that he was the most honest he’s ever been.

No, I don’t want you to go.

What you and I have makes me free.

I’m fucking gay.

Just thought everybody should know that.

And though he hid here in plain sight, Mickey never really felt safe here until tonight. Until right now. He grins down at his beer, then looks up at Kev and V.

“S’good to see you, too.”

5.

It’s become kind of a thing since Ian got home.

Fiona calls while the rest of the world is still blinking awake, while the sun is still pale in the early morning sky. Just as Ian finishes his run.

He’s usually sitting on the front steps; sometimes he’s in the kitchen gulping down a glass of water. Fiona just likes to look at him, study him after months of hearing his tinny voice on the phone for ten minutes at a time.

She sits at her little dining table with a coffee and they chat - about how he’s adjusting to being home, about Lip and the baby, about missing Mickey. Ian’s quiet about work, and Fiona knows there’s something he’s not telling her, but there’s nothing she can do but trust him.

It’s there behind his eyes, that plea for her to just trust him.

But when Ian picks up her call, coming into focus while clearly still in bed, Fiona bites down on her worry.

Or tries to, anyways.

“What’re you doin’ still in bed?” she blurts out.

Ian holds a finger to his lips. “Hey, Fi,” he whispers.

He looks good, she notes, scanning his face for any sign of trouble. Ian’s skin is flushed and pink, eyes bright and clear. He’s smiling up at her, wide and easy.

“What’s going on,” she whispers back, “you got a visitor in there or somethin’?”

“I might,” he laughs, and Fiona is honestly shocked at the confirmation.

“Ian,” she hisses. “What about Mickey? You really been that lonely?”

Her brother huffs, chin jutting forward. He opens his mouth for a retort but is quickly cut off by a rough, sleepy voice.

“Yeah, what about me, huh?”

A tattooed hand lands on Ian’s face, patting at his cheek roughly. Ian snorts and pushes it away, rolling his eyes fondly.

“Wait - is that Mickey?” Fiona splutters. “I thought he still had months left!”

“You and me both,” Ian chuckles.

“How is he - did he - ”

“Gimme that,” Mickey snaps, and his face soon appears, tired and indignant. “I did not bust out again, if that’s what you’re thinkin’. I could have, but I walked outta there a free man, thank you.”

And Fiona can’t help it; she grins.

Because there is Mickey, who used an iron as a weapon, who kicked the shit out of a guy on his errands, who busted into her kitchen looking to kill Frank. There’s Mickey, who moved heaven and earth to find Ian over and over again, who looked after him when the rest of them weren’t sure how.

There he is, cuddled up to Ian’s side and snapping at her like he never left. As if he’d been there the whole time, right where he belongs.

“The fuck you smilin’ at?” he snaps again, but she knows it’s heatless. Ian squishes his face into the frame, still grinning.

“You,” Fiona answers easily. “M’just smilin’ at you.”

#i kinda like the idea of mickey just blending back into their lives #he's right where he should be #thank you for this! #it's nice to get back into the swing of this #i was gonna do liam but i had trouble with what they would talk about asjfh #if you have any thoughts please chime in! #also i am sleepy so apologies for any errors! #tumblr writing