HOW DIFFERENT SCREAM CHARACTERS WOULD CUDDLE WITH READER.

hi !!! since i haven't gotten any requests out this weekend due to schoolwork, i decided to make these short headcanons for the main friend group in scream 1 + mickey altieri. i'll soon start writing all your requests !!!

Sidney Prescott

listen i have the feeling that she's great at cuddles for some reason.

we know for a fact that after her mother she started rejecting sexual touches or advances, but she most definetely loves cuddles.

it would be so natural for her to start cuddling if you two are together.

and she truly does enjoy physical touch, especially as a form of intimacy.

i think physical touch might just be her love language.

so she's always touching you lightly, stroking your hair, idk she's always physically there.

sid also leans a lot into you, like she does with billy at the fountain when they're talking about casey and steve

it's just natural for her.

chilling in bed with her arm around you might just be her favorite activity.

Tatum Riley

LISTEN,,, she loves cuddling you !!

she's really cuddle

tatum is very keen to physical contact with everyone, even people she doesn't know that well

so people she loves or is close too??? they're so spoiled with her touch.

probably likes bring the big spoon but doesn't mind to be the center of attention from time to time.

please cuddle her during her vulnerable to moments, all queens break </3

teases you a lot about liking her cuddles, especially if you've told her you do like them.

but in like,,, a loving and fun way.

she always has the widest smile in her face when you two are together, especially if you're alone and cuddling. this girl loves you so much <3

she also looks like someone comfortable to cuddle with

like, the kind of person that is soft and it all feels cozy and right.

Randy Meeks

i love him so much i have to write more for him.

i feel like randy in scream 1 was a bit more shy than he was in scream 2

so like,,, he will not initiate physical contact with you under no circumstances, you're gonna have to be the one

especially if you're in a relationship with him, he's gonna take everything so painfully slow

but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you

heck, he's dying to cuddle you, he's just kind of waiting for the perfect moment to introduce it more and more. he's so silly i love him

once you do start cuddling he gets ADDICTED

please don't cuddle him while you guys are watching movies because he'll JUMP --- his body is in tension while watching movies, especially horror ones, so just... don't

but please come cuddle him while you're resting at the fountain with the others

and please come cuddle him when you stay for the night at his place

WILL get flustered if his little sister walks in on you two cuddling bc he just looks like the type

awkward moments are real with him. like, getting too hot because of the proximity and not bearing the heat, accidentally touching what's not to touch, all that stuff no one talks about when cuddling.

"randy, that's my butt."

"SORRY!"

or

"y/n, my arm is falling asleep, move"

Billy Loomis

he's touch starved, that's the starter

but also he's very picky about who he touches, when and how

assholy claims he doesn't cuddle like he's gonna get a fucking price or something

but he's actually a sucker for cuddles

the thing is he only ever cuddles with people he's known for a very very very very very very very long time

so there's that

please don't touch his hair while you guys cuddle, you'll get oil all over your hands

he's that motherfucker that will reject your touch and the next minute have his arm around your waist

because the fact is,,, billy is actually touchy

especially if he wants to get something

but anyways,,,

he'll cuddle you while you two watch movies, but eventually will stop since he'll rather put his whole attention in the movie

fortunately, billy is hyper aware while cuddling. no awkward moments will ever happen because he avoids touching what's not to touch every single time, and he'll do it so subtly too

he fell asleep in ten minutes the first time you guys cuddled.

that's a compliment since he almost never has his guard down, especially not during first times

please rub his back while cuddling !!!

Stu Macher

stu is probably the best one to cuddle

he's a very physical person and he loves cuddles

will beg for them if needed

but truth is, in your relationship cuddles came early and with the intention to stick around.

he just loves dropping anything he's doing to go cuddle you

will get bored soon, though, so shifting positions is a constant, and doing something else is a must.

please let him be the little spoon from time to time

he just wants to be held

please touch his hair while cuddling him !!!!!

whatever it is you're doing, come cuddle him !!!!!

"there's nothing a good cuddling session can't fix, babe"

will smile so brightly, too, because you just look so beautiful in his arms and all relaxed <3

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Mickey Altieri

he's so smooth about every single move he makes in your relationship duwhdooqiw

will introduce cuddles slowly, but truth is, he has always been touching you

like,,, reassurance touches during classes, or when you guys are out with the others

somehow, he was always touching you

which gives away the fact that he loves physical contact

will cuddle you while watching movies with you, and will end up forgetting about them to instead focus on you

he always feels so calm when he has his arms around you, pulling you closer to him

mickey closes his eyes and smells your scent softly

and the first time he did so he blushed because he had never realized how much he liked you until then

will play with your hands

i don't know how to explain it but fidgeting with each other's hands and fingers is the best feelings ever

especially when cuddling

he laughs a lot when he cuddles you. he's very happy that he gets to do that with you

GOD, HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

marry the damn killer already

Could you write Mickey and Ian not being able to sleep without each other? Thanks.

Mickey’s not even sure what they were fighting about. He barely remembers what started it, all he knows is that the passive aggressive comments turned into a screaming match and before he knew it, Mickey was telling Ian to sleep on the couch.

Good, he thinks, this is good. Now, he’ll have some alone time without Ian there to get on his nerves, right? Ian can just stay out there and think about what he's done, whatever that actually was, right? Yeah, this’ll be good.

He lays down on their king size mattress and pulls the covers over his body, prepared to get a nice full eight hours. He closes his eyes and sighs. Then-

Tick, tick, tick.

Mickey shifts, trying to block out the sound of the clock ticking.

Tick, tick, tick.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mickey pulls the pillow over his ears and lays on his side.

Tick, tick, tick.

Somehow, it’s fucking louder. He gets out of bed and walks over to the stupid clock on the wall. The design underneath the glass is horrendously stupid as it’s a badly drawn picture of a sunrise they found at a yard sale. He remembers Ian seeing it, his face lighting up and, even though he found the thing appalling, Mickey agreed that they should get it purely based on how excited Ian was about it.

“Fucking dork,” Mickey says fondly before realizing he’s still fully pissed at his admittedly dorky husband and taking the stupid thing off the wall, removing the batteries and tossing it to the floor.

He makes his way back to the bed, once again fully prepared to rest.

But for some reason as soon as he laid down, every position he took was off. Every which way he moved was just wrong in an unfix-able kind of punishment. He was simultaneously too hot and too cold while the bed was as hard as a rock despite being soft and comfortable the night before.

What the fuck changed?

He felt like he didn’t have any pillows either, like he had nothing to support his head. He shifts onto his side and leans over, slinging his arm across the bed into the empty space beside him. There’s a gaping spot where his husband normally resides, taking up most of the bed with his gangly limbs.

When they first started sleeping together - in the same bed, not just sex - they didn’t fit together perfectly. His presence was nice and comforting but it was always a surprise reaching over and suddenly finding Ian there, laying spread eagle in a place that used to be just Mickeys.

But as they grew and changed, they molded around each other. Mickey got used to laying his head on Ian’s chest and listening to his heartbeat pounding rhythmically against his ear which he’s sure is better than any lullaby or bedtime story. They fell into a rhythm, with Ian sleeping on his back and Mickey sleeping on his stomach, slotting together like puzzle pieces.

Now, he just feels space and air and no heart beating near his ear, lulling him to sleep.

“Fucking Gallagher,” Mickey sighs.

He gets up and walks out to the living room quietly where he sees Ian fitfully shifting around. He keeps changing positions and kicking the blanket off his body then covering himself again. A part of Mickey just wants to make Ian suffer for a little while longer but the other, stronger part of him feels bad and equally as restless

“Ian,” he whispers but Ian doesn’t hear him.

“Ian,” he says louder but still no response.

“Fucks sake,” he kicks the back of the couch hard.

“Jesus fuck!” Ian falls to the floor in surprise.

“Oh shit,” Mickey covers his mouth to stop the onslaught of laughter that ensues as he stares down at Ian with his ginger hair ruffled and the blanket he was wrestling with earlier tangled around his body.

“What the fuck, Mickey?” He rubs an eye clean of sleep and squints up at Mickey through the darkness.

“Uhh,” Mickey didn’t actually think this far, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say now, “You, um, you cold?” He crosses his arms and shifts awkwardly.

Ian tilts his head, “No.”

“Oh, um, is the couch comfortable?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Ian starts to get up.

Mickey doesn’t speak, he just leans against the wall and stares as Ian untangles himself from the blanket still coiled around his torso and legs.

He looks back up and for a moment, they just stare at each other, “Are you good?” Ian asks with uncertainty, like he doesn’t know if it’s the right question.

Mickey huffs, “The bed is, uh, cold without…” he trails off though they both know what he means.

“Is this you inviting me back in?” Ian starts to smile.

“Don’t get cocky. It’s just fucking easier to sleep when I have a giant radiator beside me.”

“Sure,” Ian grabs the blanket and tosses it back onto the couch.

Mickey spins and walks into the bedroom, knowing Ian’s following. They slide back into the routine they’ve established after years of sleeping in the same bed. Ian spreads out on his back and Mickey nuzzles into the space between Ian’s stretched out arm and torso, placing his head back onto Ian’s chest, hearing that heartbeat he had been missing.

He feels Ian slide a hand through his hair, “That’s better.”

Mickey snorts, “You miss me, Gallagher?”

“Yeah, you did too,” Ian says instead of defending himself, they’re both too tired for any kind of banter or playful arguments. They can only cuddle into each other and let the exhaustion and warmth from each other’s bodies strip them of any defense or guards.

They just slide together as puzzle pieces like they’ve done for what seems like forever as Mickey drifts into darkness with the sound of his husband’s heart beating in his ear.

“Hey, Mick,” Ian whispers sweetly.

“Yeah?”

“Why’s our clock on the floor?”

I get to love you, it's the best thing that I'll ever do

Summary: After the emotionally draining day, Ian shows Mickey just how much he means to him

Notes: HELLO so I cried the entire time I was writing this so if you don't then I have some serious problems lmaooo

This idea was from Andie, my darling friend, who made this tweet today:

Who's writing the one-shot for when Ian and Mickey went to bed and had a heartfelt conversation about what happened that day, how proud Ian is of Mickey, Mickey thanks him for being there for him and they end up the night making love and falling asleep holding each other. WHO!?

So I took it upon myself to write. Andie, I hope you like this ❤️

Title from I get to love you by Ruelle 🥺

Read here on AO3

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Mickey sighs when his body meets their old but still decently good mattress. Ian’s already lying in bed in his blue t-shirt and boxers, the blanket coming up just under his chest. Mickey has on his grey tank that he and Ian always seem to share and his boxers. He pulls the blanket up over his body, staying on his back, eyes closed. 

“Today was a long day,” he hears Ian say softly beside him. 

Mickey grunts, not even sure if he can speak anymore. He’s been up for what feels like two straight days, what with helping Lip and Brad with the bike heist in the middle of the night then not getting to sleep because they had shit to do all day. 

“You okay?” Ian says after a few minutes of silence. Mickey felt like he was going to maybe fall asleep but hearing his husband speaking so softly beside him, asking him how he’s doing, keeps him awake.

He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at Ian. He has these too big, too soft eyes just staring at him like if he moves he might break him. Mickey smiles at him softly before turning completely to face him. He says just as softly, “Not really, but I will be because I have you.”

Ian smiles so softly, his eyes getting impossibly softer too, “I’m so proud of you, Mick.”

Mickey feels the tears rush to his eyes hearing those words. He’s too exhausted to stop them so a couple fall down hitting the pillow beneath him. Ian’s hand comes up to caress his face, brushing the tears away with his thumb. “You’re the strongest and bravest man I’ve ever met,” Ian tells him with all the sincerity that he has. His green eyes are so dark as he looks into Mickey’s baby blue eyes filled with tears. “You could never be anything like him because you are good.” 

Mickey can’t stop the tears but he doesn’t feel like he has to. Ian is there to brush them away for him. “You’re a pain in my ass,” Ian adds and a laugh escapes Mickey making Ian smile that smile that made Mickey fall so deeply in love with all these years ago. “You’re snarky and you’re crude, but you’re thoughtful and caring, and I’ve never felt as loved and as safe as I do when I’m with you. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Mickey brings his hand to Ian’s chest and grabs onto his shirt, pulling him in. Ian goes willingly, pressing his lips to Mickey’s. It’s wet from their mixed tears but it’s filled with so much love and compassion and support. 

They pull back just enough to rest their foreheads together, letting their emotions settle before they wipe away their tears. Mickey looks into Ian’s eyes and tells him, “Thank you for being there for me.”

“I will always be there for you, Mick,” Ian tells him and Mickey knows this to be true. “Forever.”

Their mouths are instantly drawn back to each other, this time with more passion and heat to it. Mickey just wants to have his husband on him, let him wash away all of the raw emotions he’s feeling from the emotionally draining day, and just feel loved and wanted.

Ian knows his husband and doesn’t need to be told to know exactly what he wants. He rolls Mickey over so that he’s lying on his back as Ian settles on top of him, pressing him into the mattress, having his full weight pressing him down, making Mickey feel instantly better. 

Mickey’s hands move up Ian’s back, under his t-shirt, indicating he wants it off. Ian pulls back slightly, straddling Mickey so he could remove his shirt, giving Mickey the space to do the same with his own. Shirts thrown across the room, Ian gets back down on Mickey, pressing their bare chests together as he kisses Mickey softly. His tongue gently coaxes its way into Mickey’s mouth, teasing against his tongue in a gentle slide. 

Mickey can feel Ian’s hard cock against his through their thin boxers and he wants to feel it against him, skin on skin. He slips his hand between them to grab Ian’s dick through his boxers, eliciting a moan from him. Ian pulls back from the kiss to look into Mickey’s eyes. 

“I need you,” Mickey tells him softly, so much more vulnerable than he’s possibly ever been. 

Ian kisses him on the forehead then on the lips before he gets off of him so they can shed the last remaining article of clothing they have on. Ian grabs the lube before getting back in between Mickey’s spread legs. Their hard, leaking cocks now slide against each other and Mickey moans softly. Ian brings his lips to Mickey’s neck, kissing him softly before he starts sucking on his neck, leaving a mark on his pale, white skin, as he feels Mickey’s hands grabbing his ass, pulling him into him more. 

Mickey plants his feet on the mattress when he hears the click of the lube bottle being open then closed. He feels Ian’s finger circling him before being gently pushed inside of him. He moans softly at the feeling, having needed this so badly. He pulls Ian back into him, pressing their lips together, showing him how much he loves and appreciates him with his kisses. 

Ian fucks him open, slow and steady, until Mickey tells him, “Ian, please.”

Ian never tires of hearing Mickey say his first name. It’s been years but it makes his heart feel so absolutely full because it makes him think about all the years where he was just Gallagher or some dumb nickname Mickey thought of that week. He loved it though - being called Gallagher or any of the other nicknames he decided to call him, but hearing his name on Mickey’s lips, so soft and filled with love. It’s the best feeling in the world. 

Ian pushes himself inside of his husband slowly until he bottoms out. Mickey moans at the fullness of Ian inside of him, his hands gripping onto his lower back, his head thrown back against the pillow. Ian kisses his exposed neck, right on the mark that’s starting to bruise. Mickey wraps his legs around Ian so Ian starts to move, fucking him slow and deep. 

They don’t always fuck like this - they both love the hard and fast fucks - but when they do fuck like this - slow and deep and just filled with so many emotions, it’s always something very special to both of them. Mickey feels loved and cherished, and that he finally has a home because he has Ian. Mickey’s been in love with Ian for ten years, even when he didn’t want to admit it. Mickey knows that Ian’s been in love with him for ten years too. He feels it in the way Ian is making love to him now. He feels like in the way Ian was by his side all day, not pushing but wanting to just be there for him. He feels it in the way Ian makes him breakfast when he’s up earlier than him. He feels it in the way Ian cuddles up next to him on the sofa after a long day. He feels it in the way Ian looks into his eyes every single day. 

“I love you so much, Mickey,” Ian says, their eyes meeting, both with fresh new tears in them. 

He feels it in the way Ian tells him just how much he means to him. 

“I love you,” Mickey says, his hands pulling Ian’s face back to his, kissing him softly on the lips. 

They come together, with soft kisses and I love yous, before pulling the covers up around them. Ian says softly, “Come here.”

Mickey goes willingly, laying his head down on Ian’s chest as he feels Ian’s arms wrap around him, holding him close. Mickey lays his hand on Ian’s stomach, loving the way his husband looks and feels now that he’s bulked up and gained a bit of weight. He feels sturdy, steady, and that helps Mickey feel calm. 

Ian’s hand moves up and down Mickey’s back soothingly as the other comes to take Mickey’s hand. Mickey intertwines their fingers, needing the security that Ian is here with him and always will be.

Ian kisses the top of Mickey’s head and says, “I love you.”

Mickey smiles softly, snuggling closer to Ian even though there’s no more space between them. “I know. I love you too,” Mickey says softly before kissing his chest. He falls asleep instantly, wrapped up in his husband's arms, feeling loved, safe, and at home. 

wouldn’t trade it for the world

This short fic will fulfill the #3 request on @gallavichthings Gallavich Gift Giving Game. This was so fun to write, and I hope the requester likes it. 

original request: (from Sunny)  I would love a fic with Ian and Mickey (married). I would love for it to include Mpreg Mickey (if you write that) and Mickey is in labour. He and Ian are having a home birth just before Christmas. If you don’t write mpreg could you please write one about Mickey dealing with his and Ian’s adopted 12 year daughter getting her first period. Nothing is a trigger. 

Note: i wasn’t exactly sure how to incorporate the home birth into the fic, so instead i decided to combine both of the requester’s ideas into one fic! I hope you all enjoy :)

warnings: some swearing from mickey (i mean, duh) but mostly fluff

 tags: @gallavichthings , sunny (i don’t have their @ ) 

words: 2k+

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if you'd asked ian gallagher how he'd want to spend the holidays with his husband, this would probably be the last thing he could've imagined. sure, he loved mickey. he'd always loved mickey. from the very first time they fucked in his room whilst mickey's dad was just a door over. that seemed like so long ago. so much so, that to them it felt worlds away. they had come so far. i mean fuck, they were literally married now. they had a beautiful 12 year old daughter, lydia, that they'd adopted when she was just six years old. on top of that, mickey was nine months pregnant and due any time now. they were happy.

if you'd told either mickey or ian that they'd end up together and married with kids, they both would've punched you in the mouth. but, somehow, after it was all said and done, neither one of them would trade what they had for the world.

it was december 17th. a freezing cold night in the southside of chicago. the snow fell down and blanketed the city. it truly looked like something out of a christmas card. at least, that's what ian thought as he sat on their back porch, taking a long drag out of his cigarette. he rarely got a chance to smoke anymore. with mickey being pregnant, it wasn't healthy to smoke around him. plus, he would throw a hell of a tantrum if you even eyed a cigarette pack in his line of sight. even though ian loved mickey from the bottom of his heart, he really wished he would have this fucking baby already. pregnant mickey was ten times crazier than regular mickey. it wasn't long before the quiet of the house was disturbed by the drama king.

"IAN GALLAGHER GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" mickey shouted at the top of his lungs. he was in immense pain. his sides felt like they were being ripped out with kitchen tongs. his lower back had turned on him, leaving him pissed that he'd ever let the ginger headed fuck cum inside him in the first place. after all, this was all ian's fault. ian was the one who had the the dick of god himself. ian was the one who had proposed. he had also been the one to suggest having a second kid. and it was ian's sperm that got mickey pregnant. so, to mickey, it was perfectly okay to let ian know exactly how fucking badly he was hurting.

ian let out a long sigh before putting out the cigarette and throwing it into the yard. mickey would most likely give him hell about it tomorrow, but ian couldn't bring himself to care. he just wanted to do whatever mickey needed him to right now to avoid the billionth argument that was sure to happen anyway. he slowly dragged his feet through the house. he noticed lydia curled up on their busted couch. she was cuddled up in one of ian's work sweatshirts while reading a book.

lydia was a bookworm by definition. she loved all books; it didn't matter what they were about. if it had words, she would read it. her dads had no clue where she picked up the habit. they never really read, aside from the very occasional story before bedtime. lydia hadn't known how to read yet when they adopted her. but as soon as she learned, it was all she ever did. if she wasn't sleeping or showering, you would most likely find her curled up somewhere with a book. she even read while she ate at the table. ian and mickey didn't mind though. they would rather her be reading at home then out doing any of the shit they did when they were her age. it was comforting to them knowing she had no interest in going out whenever she wanted and doing whatever she pleased.

as ian walked by her, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. he noticed the young girl hadn't heard him walk in. she jumped slightly before recognizing who was beside her.

"what're you reading now, smart girl?" he asked.

not looking up from her book, she replied, "to kill a mockingbird. i'm almost finished."

ian vaguely remembered reading that back when he was in school, but he couldn't recall any details about it.

"when did you start it?"

"yesterday at lunch."

he let out a soft chuckle before picking himself up off the back of the couch and turning towards the stairs. he could hear mickey muttering to himself before he even made it all the way up. he felt a smile creep up at the thought of seeing his husband. ian walked into their bedroom and saw mickey on his knees, bent over and clutching his sides. the redhead immediately thought the worst and rushed to mickey's side, asking him what was wrong

"i'm in fucking labor; that's what's wrong! where the fuck have you been?" mickey yelled, swatting at ian's arm when he tried to help him up.

"i had to step outside for a minute. how far apart are your contractions?" while mickey had been the one who was reading all the parenting books (pregnancy had really brought out the daddy in him), ian knew some of the basics. he knew that mickey wasn't in actual labor unless his contractions were under at least four to five minutes apart and were lasting a minute at a time.

"who gives a shit? this fucking hurts! we need to go to the hospital now."

"no, mick. you're not supposed to go until they're under four minutes apart." ian knew mickey wouldn't like this logic, but he would stand his ground. he'd endured months of torment and now, he wouldn't let mickey push him. not on this.

"are you the one writhing in pain with a eight pound baby in your stomach? i didn't think so. we're going." the brunette tried his best to stand up, but he was in too much pain. he wondered how the fuck people before him had done this and survived.

ian grabbed ahold of mickey, settling him down on their bed.

"you're not driving like this, and i'm not going to take you. you're in early labor. the doctors will just tell us to wait until your contractions are closer together. i'll go start you a warm shower." mickey didn't have it in him to argue anymore. all he could think about was the pain in his abdomen. as ian walked out of the room, mickey glanced down at his stomach.

"listen here, motherfucker. i love you, but you gotta get your shit together."

once again, ian smiled hearing this, knowing his husband was talking to their unborn child.

he made his way to the bathroom, eager to get the water started for mickey. he always jumped at the chance to see mickey naked, although now that he was carrying their soon to be newborn, his excitement felt different. ian still got aroused at the sight of his husband's birthday suit, but now it was more than that. he loved seeing the way the baby had changed mickey's appearance. the older man was more muscular and filled out now, almost as much as ian. his ass was fuller, and his cock was slightly thicker. ian loved it all, and he would never get over it.

he pushed the door open and found lydia sitting on the toilet, staring down her herself. ian jumped and profusely apologized before shutting the bathroom door. just as he was about to go back into the bedroom, he heard her call out for mickey, fear evident in her voice.

"dad? can you please come help me?"

mickey softened at the sound of his daughter's voice and immediately stood up. he waddled through the hallway and into the bathroom, ian standing next to him, just in case something was wrong.

"what's the matter, kid?" mickey had his eyes closed out of respect for his daughter, so he couldn't see that she was on the verge of crying.

"i'm bleeding," she choked out. this made every hair on ian's body stand up. this would go in one of two ways. something was either really wrong, or she was getting her period. either way, he didn't like it.

"where, baby?"

"from- from my private part." to be fair, ian and mickey had not had very many discussions with lydia about her period. they both were uncomfortable with it and she'd never asked. she knew that at some point she would begin to bleed down there, but she didn't know what to do about it or what it would be like. she was scared, and hoped that mickey would be able to help.

ian's eyes went wide. he could handle blood when it came from anywhere but a vagina. he'd had very little experience with women's private parts, only having sex with a woman once in his life and it traumatized him. he vowed to never experience anything like that ever again.

obviously, this was a completely different situation. and even though he loved his daughter and would do anything for her, he was glad mickey was there to handle this. he didn't want to think of lydia as growing up and getting her period. the thought scared the shit out of him. he decided to head back downstairs to make mickey some tea while they occupied the bathroom.

mickey, was the complete opposite. he'd had way more experience with women's genitalia than ian (although he hated to admit it), and though he wasn't thrilled about the idea of their daughter getting her period, he would help her through it because he knew it was a part of life and that's what parents do.

mickey still stood in the bathroom doorway with his eyes closed. he wasn't sure if he should open them. i mean, he needed to assess the situation, but he didn't love the idea of seeing his daughter so vulnerable. he decided to just ask her.

"lydia? i'm gonna help you, but i'm gonna need to open my eyes. are you okay with that? you can say no."

"it's okay, dad. you can open them."

and so he did.

the first thing he noticed was the blood. it was hard not to. if he didn't understand how some girls can have very heavy flows, he probably would've thought something was wrong with her. she was wearing white underwear, and the blood almost completely covered the middle part of them.

mickey padded over to the toilet and crouched down, only looking at lydia's face. she was softly crying, so he put one had on her face and made her look at him.

"hey. it's okay. this is completely normal. daddy and i should've had more talks with you about it so you'd be ready. i'm sorry we didn't do that."

the young girl wiped her tears and gave her dad the best smile she could. she knew he could always make her feel better when she needed it.

"alright. this is what's gonna happen. you need to take your undies and pants off and give them to me. i'll wash them for you and get the blood out. they'll be as good as new. i'm gonna have daddy run to the store and get you some pads, and when he gets back i'll show you how to put it on properly. then you and i can talk about what this means and i'll tell you everything you need to know, okay?"

lydia nodded, and began to take off her lower garments. she passed them to her father, who tossed them into the washer and then told her to sit tight. he made his way down the stairs, to his surprise he wasn't in any more pain. he figured it was because of lydia. her presence was enough to make him forget the pain.

he found ian in their kitchen, on the phone. it sounded like lip on the other end. once they hung up, mickey padded over to ian and gave him a kiss. he felt bad now for snapping at him. he knew ian cared about him and their family.

"can you go to the store and get lydia some stuff? i'll text you a list." he asked his husband. ian nodded before grabbing the keys from the table, giving mickey another quick kiss, and then heading out.

mickey just sat at their table and thought about how even though there were times he questioned how the hell he'd come to have his wonderful family, he wouldn't trade them for the world. he loved ian and lydia, and he already loved their soon to be newborn. they would be happy, and that's mickey had ever really wanted.

USUK/UKUS survey by @americapersonified

Tagged by @hariible so here we go!

In what decade did they officially become involved?

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The fics have ruined me. So I'd probably say during or after WWII. Plus that's when the "Special Relationship" was coined.

Who tops? (USUK or UKUS?)

*Looks at the UKUS server I made* idk you tell me

Honestly though Arthur probably has more relationship experience, so he's more confident and willing to take the lead. Alfred is actually secretly shy and modest about this stuff! (I mean, I do think we Americans are more conservative and modest when it comes to romance?) Plus like, Alfred finally feels like he can trust someone and let them take care of him, that he's loved when the whole world mocks him... Whoops got a little angsty there

Was either of them a virgin before their first hookup?

It's time for me to unveil my demi!America headcanon that's just me projecting aw yeah

Alfred is. He actually thought he was ace before he met Arthur because he was never interested in that kind of stuff, preferring to cuddle instead. But once he met Arthur he trusted that he'd take care of him and stuff and wanted to try it.

If not, to whom did each lose his virginity?

Alfred to Arthur.

Arthur to? Idk Francis probably? I do see FrUk as like, a past thing. Along with SpUk and PortEng. So one of them probably.

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Are they more patient with each other in private, or do they bicker/tease each other all the time?

Haha projection time 2.0

Bro, like, a good relationship should have teasing anyway (unless your partner isn't ok with it!) so definitely. But Alfred actually gets self-conscious about the things that Arthur teases him about so he has to stop and tell him how much he loves him and stuff. But in general they're more patient because they've come to understand each other and love the other's quirks.

Will they ever get married?

Yeah but after a while. Alfred wants to do it right away but Arthur rejects him, saying that the don't need rings to prove that they love each other. He promises he will eventually. I like to think after gay marriage legalized in the States they celebrated by getting married.

If so, where will the wedding be held? (Add other details if you wish.)

Hopeless romantic Ame time!

Can you have more than one ceremony? No? Oh well. Summer wedding in America, Fall Wedding in England. I don't know much about wedding planning but I read a headcanon that was like "their vows were so beautiful it made everyone cry" and I support that. Both of them cry during the other's too. Lots of tears shed on both sides during everything. Lots of white and silver and gold because yeah. None of this stupid "one of them wears a dress" business. Like, it's ok for a relationship to be masc/masc and fem/fem like don't heteronormalize it. So two tuxes. Probably no "walking down the aisle?" Maybe they both come in from the sides idk. A cheer when they kiss. "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis is their first dance. Arthur probably sings "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" after their first dance. Wedding cupcakes is galaxy brain so wedding cupcakes. Multiple flavors.

At whose house do they most often stay together?

Alfred's. It's larger anyway.

Do they refer to each other by their nation names or human names?

Human names. Nation only for business.

What pet names do they have for each other?

Arthur: Love, (The most common one) Darling, Dearest, Dear, Poppet (2nd most common) Alfie (extremely rare, or when drunk. Alfred adores when he calls him this though.)

Alfred: Babe, Baby, Artie, Art, Honey, Sweetie, Sweetiepie, Sweetheart, Sweetcheeks.

Who drives?

Both, Alfred loves to drive! But Arthur gets nervous because Alfred can drive like a New Yorker, (that is, aggressively, quickly, a bit dangerously, lots of honking from him and others) especially when he's in a rush or late, and god help everyone when he has road rage.

So Arthur judges the mood and insits if he knows Alfred is probably gonna drive like that.

Is Alfred good at making Arthur’s tea?

Dude of course. It's never quite perfect of course, but you don't date someone for decades without learning how to make their lifeline. In this vein Arthur also knows how to make Alfred's coffee. (And since this isn't a question, Alfred likes it blacker than black in the mornings, and all sugared and creamered up after work and in the evenings.)

It’s universally accepted that Arthur sucks at cooking. Does Alfred enjoy cooking? Is he good at it? Or does he usually stick to McDonald’s and fast food?

Ok yeah but I headcanon Arthur can bake, like really well. Ok yeah I know about his scones but maybe he's just bad at making those specifically.

Alfred loves to cook. He loves to grill even more. But he likes to experiment and try new stuff and he's damn good at it (because cooking is just another science!) So his meals are like comfort food. Almost restaurant quality. Boy could be a chef. But he also loves his fast food and instants. (Kraft's Mac and Cheese is so good.) And yeah he loves Mickey D's but have y'all ever been to like, Noodles and Company or Sonic? Like, there are some GOOD fast food joints and I'm sure he loves them all. Arthur probably doesn't like burger joints but does like places like Panera.

Do they shower together? (Often; not specifically for sex.)

Sometimes? Idk man it's hard as shit to wash your back so yeah? Also the tenderness of giving your lover a bath? I'm🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Who smells better? (In your opinion.)

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People just smell like, people, and to the other they each smell like home.

How vocal are they in bed?

Alfred’s so LOUD lmao. But Arthur loves it. If he was more of a memelord he'd record and make a remix of his sounds.

Who has the more active libido?

Definitely Arthur.

Is spending time together easy, or are they forced apart for long periods at a time?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don't know how politics work? Do important government officials have to be there in person for meetings?

Let's have two senarios here:

Let's say they do, and they have to be apart for periods of time. Both the boys have separation anxiety and HATE being apart, so there's always the fear and the paronia and concern when they are apart, and they have almost daily video chats. It's really hard on both of them. They text and call often too. They miss the other dearly. When they reunite they kiss and cuddle like they need it to survive. They're much more affectionate with each other and spend every moment they can together to "recharge" before the "hyper-affectioness" goes down. Leaving is super difficult. Lots of tears and hugs, promises to be back asap, longful stares and apologies. Cursing their job and such. Desire to quit or face the consequences and just stay. (Which is completely blocked by the other.)

Let's say somehow they work something out and they can spend long amounts of time together with minimal travel. Sometimes they get into fights or just get on each other's nerves or just need some alone time. Alfred will go run or excercise while Arthur goes to a café until they're ready to make up/miss and want to see the other. Business trips help keep tensions low, but they're still painful.

Are they wealthy? Or do they live modestly?

I’d say like average people. Arthur probably likes it a bit more tasteful and stylish though, so little hints of wealth. Also, Arthur basically has a library for his book collection that acts as his study and Alfred has his own study and a gaming room. They have the prettiest garden you ever did see though. And a really nice patio. With a nice backyard and grill.

For Alfred specifically: Glasses on or glasses off?

On! Except in the bedroom.

How often do they break up?

Rarely if at all. They probably did once and missed the other so badly that they promised never to do it again, and always talk it out. Sure they get into fights and one of them will storm off, but they both understand that that usually means the other needs to cool down before they can talk.

Open relationship?

No.

Did Arthur actually care for Alfred before the American Revolution?

I really want to say yes, because of how it was portrayed, but honestly? I don't think the U.S. was any different from England's other colonies. He'd occasionally check up on all of them, but he was super surprised at how fast America grew.

Of course once the war happens he's riddled with regret. Maybe if he treated him better this wouldn't have happened. War with a colony for their independence is ugly anyway. Even after the war, I don't think England was as heartbroken as it was portrayed. I think he was depressed about it for a while, but eventually got over it. It still took him, like any colonizer, a while to see him as an equal though, which infuriated America. However they are both completely over it and don't talk much about it anymore. It's all in the past for them.

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‘you guys shouldn’t have worked out- nothing about the two of you make any fuckin’ sense and yet...it always comes back to you two.’

or, the one where mickey finally calls mandy and tells her about the wedding.

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Mickey sighs and stares at the scribbled numbers on the crumpled receipt in his hand. It's been sitting in the back of his wallet, untouched, for months.

His breath hitches, and he figures it’s finally time.

He dials the number hesitantly, his fingers trembling slightly with every touch to the screen. He didn’t think he’d find this so scary, which considering the amount of times he’s been at the receiving end of a gun, is bizarre to think about.

He gulps. He brings the phone up against his ear and leans back against the Gallagher’s kitchen counter. It’s a blissfully peaceful morning in the usually busy and somewhat manic Gallagher house, everyone else seems to be out - not that he’s keeping track of people’s schedules, he just lucked out. Ian’s at a meeting with his P.O, it was almost impossible to get him out of the house this morning - neither man wanting to move from their cuddled position in the middle of the bed. It had taken his alarm going off six times before Mickey had practically pushed him off the mattress and onto the floor, claiming he would pre-emptively divorce him if he doesn’t shut that fuckin’ thing up, already (there was a promise of a blowjob later, though.).

The call clicks through. There’s a rustle of noise and Mickey’s breath catches in his throat.

‘Mandy.’ Mickey says, it comes out gruff and low. They haven’t spoken to each other in years - he hasn’t even seen her since one of the first months the first time he was locked up. She didn’t try and reach him in Mexico, heck, he doesn’t even know which state she’s in. It’s been years since Ian saw her too, he claims. There’s a gulp on the other end.

‘You’re out.’ She states simply, skipping pointedly over the sentimentalities of two siblings that haven’t spoken nor seen each other in years. He could’ve probably expected it years ago, back when they were kids, but over the years they fell apart, no longer giving each other the support they probably should’ve. Her voice is held and tight, there’s an edge to it he can’t quite place, it’s unnerving.

He wonders what she looks like now, somewhat wracking his brain trying to place how much he remembers when he last saw her. He looks down at his left hand gripping the side of the sink, his engagement ring glinting in the light. It’s a stark contrast between the angry dark ink on his knuckles, the constant reminder of his roots and where he was grown from. The dark and hollow family tree he’ll never fully be able to escape from, no matter how much he’s tried. No matter how much either of them have tried. Being a Milkovich will always be there, following him closely behind like a shadow he can’t quite shake.

The silver band on his finger suddenly feels very heavy. The type of heavy that sits in your stomach warmly, grounding you to the floor. Mickey’s ridiculously fucking happy.

I’ll marry you, course I’ll fucking marry you.

Is she happy?

‘Yeah.’ He breathes into the receiver, it’s shaky and caught. ‘Got out, uh, month or so ago. Overcrowding or some shit.’ It’s a lie, but he doesn’t know how much Mandy knows about Mexico or rolling on the cartel. Heck, he doesn’t even know if she knows Ian got locked up too. The thought makes something in him shift, it’s uncomfortable and overwhelming, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

‘Congrats.’ She says, ‘I guess.’

It hangs awkwardly in the tinny silence between them. Mickey suddenly feels his cheeks flush and feels horribly, horribly vulnerable. He doesn’t even know why he fucking bothered to call, it was a dumb idea-

‘Last I heard you were in Mexico.’ She continues, and there’s a car honking loudly out in the background. It sounds like she might be on a balcony, perhaps in the middle of the city somewhere. Maybe, thousands of miles away. ‘How’d you swing that?’

Mickey lets out the breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding and it flows out broken through his teeth, his lungs deflating. ‘You know about Mexico?’

‘Dad.’ She replies, and it’s dull and heavy. This takes him sharply by surprise like a stab to the gut, they both fucking hate their father.

‘Didn’t realise you guys were still talkin’.’ He swallows, trying to conceal the heavy lump forming  in his throat. He always figured Mandy was like him, ready to cut off contact with their family as soon as she had the means to. It’s a shock to find out different.

‘We’re not.’ She replies firmly, and Mickey gets the clear message that she’s not going to give him any more details to play with. She exhales on the other end and Mickey pictures her blowing out smoke into the crisp air, watching it ascend up towards the sky as she so often did.

Fuck, he could use a cigarette.

‘Why’d you call?’

‘Can’t a guy call his sister? What’s with the 20 fuckin’ questions.’ Mickey gruffs, but he knows it’s not a ridiculous question. They don’t do this. They don’t keep up with each other’s lives. It makes something in Mickey’s chest ache dully, but he knows they could’ve probably gone the rest of their lives without exchanging another word. ‘You gave me your fuckin’ number.’

‘Yeah, and you’ve never fuckin’ used it.’ She snaps back, it’s exasperated and weighty. He can see her frustrated, twisted face, her hands clenched at her sides. It’s a sight he's seen so many times before.

‘Excuse me for being locked up and on the goddamn run.’ He bites back, ‘Not much time to chit chat between prison sentences and pushin’ coke for Mexicans...’ His fleeting anger trails off, and they breath slowly together, knowing they’ve both played an equally big part in neglecting the other.

Mandy lets out a thin, exhausted laugh, it comes through tinny and static. ‘You’re an asshole, you know that?’

He rolls his eyes, ‘I’m calling now, okay?’ Mickey sighs, his hand adjusting it’s tight grip on the phone. He feels like he might accidentally snap it in two. 'Not sure why it was left to me, but whatever.'

He feels like he might accidentally snap in two. He swallows.

Might as well get it over with.  

‘Ian and I-’ He starts, his left hand gripping the side even tighter, knuckles whitening against the silver band.

‘God, you really couldn’t keep away could you?’ Mandy interrupts, it’s airy and light yet coloured with something heavier. Something low and fiery sparks in his stomach. He knows Mandy’s never been entirely supportive of his relationship with Ian - not because she disapproves or anything, but because she knows how badly he fucked him up when they were kids, it’s hard to come back from that. He’ll always be her piece of shit brother that knocked up a whore, got married, and fucked around her best friend. He doesn’t even think she has a clue about what happened with Svetlana, not that she should, not that he'd ever tell her. He doubts that Ian’s ever crossed that line either.

‘Shut the fuck up-’ He bites back, teeth gritted, despite knowing it’s 100% true - he couldn’t keep away even if he tried. He doesn’t even know who he’s kidding, he got his ass thrown back into the joint purely so he could be with Ian. He never wants to stay away.

‘You whipped bastard.’ She says, and Mickey could put money on her smiling right now, a big toothy grin that she only wheels out for special occasions, he hears it in her voice. The pent up tension deflates ever so slightly, bringing him back down to earth.

‘Whatever.’ He grunts casually, though his cheeks flush with red hot embarrassment and he sends a quiet thanks out into the universe that there’s no one else here to witness this.

‘So...’ Mandy starts, her voice hanging expectedly. ‘You and Ian are what?’

He can’t help the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile, because of course he can’t stop himself from smiling when he thinks of Ian, he feels like a fucking teenage girl.  

‘We’re getting hitched.’ He says, his shoulders falling down in relief. He’ll never get tired of it.

Mandy makes a strangled noise from the other end. ‘No fuckin’ way, you’ve finally put your big boy pants on, huh?’ She quips humorously, but it stings, ever so slightly. ‘That divorce from your first wife finally roll through?’

He knows it’s supposed to be a joke, one of Mandy’s often ill thought out comments, but he can’t help the way his hand trembles.

‘Fuck off.’ He snaps because he’s not thinking about that period of his life today, no thank you, that is not the conversation they’re about to have. He hasn’t thought about Svetlana or the baby or the weird home that he and Ian crafted together for those few months, all those years ago. It hurts too much to think about, to think about how quickly it all came crashing down around him, burning and crumbling to the ground. Ian’s mania, getting locked up, that horrible, horrible day out in the front yard.

He used to think a lot about it when he was in Mexico, he’d see a young couple and it would hit him like a baseball bat to the skull that he would never get to have that again.

Maybe, just maybe, he gets to have Ian back for good now. Maybe the universe is done ripping the only good and solid thing in Mickey’s life away from him.

‘You gonna come?’ He grunts, shifting the subject away from the painful ache in his chest. It doesn’t work.

‘It gonna be in Chicago?’ Mandy sighs, and Mickey already knows the answer.

‘Yeah.’

‘Nah.’ Mandy breathes, ‘There’s nothing left for me there.’

It should hurt more, Mickey realises solemnly, but it doesn’t.

He understands, he gets it.

Lots of shit went down for Mandy in Chicago, lots of shit went down for him. He knows what it’s like to walk around with a name like Milkovich on your back, like a target, like a shadow. He doesn’t blame her for needing the space, the distance, a different air to breathe. He’d want the change too if his heart wasn’t so intrinsically rooted here, if he hadn’t spent years fighting just to get back to this point - the safety of Ian’s love and the solid walls of the Gallagher kitchen. He’d never thought he’d think of this house as some sort of paradise, but after years of struggling against the tide, it’s nice to be able to breathe again.

‘I’m real happy for you, Mick.’ Mandy says and Mickey can hear her swallow deeply though the receiver. ‘And Ian- fuck, I can’t believe you guys.’

‘What?’

‘You guys shouldn’t have worked out- nothing about the two of you make any fuckin’ sense and yet...it always comes back to you two.’ She says brokenly, her breath held and tight. She lets out a hollow, sad laugh. ‘Never actually thought you two were the real deal.’

Mickey doesn’t know what to say. He breathes, waiting.

‘Always figured Ian could’ve done better, especially when you got locked up...thought you’d just been, you know, fucking him around.’ She continues and Mickey has to swallow down a sharp, automatic response as she rallies through. ‘Guess I was wrong though… that asshole always was a little self destructive.’

‘Guess we both are.’ Mickey quietly but firmly and there’s a pause before they both let out broken and hesitant laughs. The moment is melancholic and filled with the knowing that they all deserved more out of life. ‘Just thought you should know.’

‘Thanks.’ Mandy says, after a moment. ‘I’m happy for you guys.’

It hangs there sadly, both of them aware of the struggle it’s been.

Mickey hums, unable to find the words, his thumb stroking the wedding band softly.

‘I’ve gotta go.’ Mandy sighs, and he can hear her rustling down the other end. ‘Thanks for calling, Mick.’

‘Yeah.’ He breathes, unsure whether he wants the conversation to end here or not, but pushing down the need to say anything else.

‘Congrats.’ Mandy swallows, there’s a beat and the line clicks off. He closes his eyes, and breathes.

He’s not sure how long he stands there, phone still pressed up against his ear, but he breaks when he hears the door rattle open moving quickly to wipe at his eyes. He opens the fridges and grabs a distracting beer, it’s cool against his skin. Someone trudges up the front staircase, their footsteps following all the way to the upstairs landing. A door slams. Carl, maybe?

He opens the beer and chugs it down in one go.

It stings.

Sirens(Onesided!Lip Gallagher x Reader)(Season 1)

This takes place during season 1.

Trigger warnings: Underage drinking, alcoholism,implied violence/physical abuse, slight mentions of sexual assault.

Pairings: onesided Lip x reader, platonic Ian x reader, mentions of Ian x Mickey, Ian x Kash, and Lip x Karen

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Your lips curled into a grimace as you pressed the cigarette to your lips. God, these things are fucking disgusting. How the fuck do the Gallagher’s do this shit? You thought to yourself as you spat onto the grass, trying to clean out the flavor. You weren’t completely sure why you smoked. After all, you hated cigarettes. They made your mouth taste bad and they made you feel shitty. But, of course, that wasn’t true; you knew why you smoked them. Cuz Lip does. That was your reasoning for almost every bad habit you had. Everything you did revolved around that big-nosed son of a bitch. He hadn’t spoken to you in months and yet he was still there.

Your depressing thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound; sirens. The blue and red lights flashed across your fave as an ambulance drove past you. Someone was hurt, badly. You liked sirens. They felt familiar. Comforting. In a dark way, they reminded you that things could be worse; you could be in an ambulance right now, crying and bleeding and in pain instead of in front of the grocery store that Ian worked at, smoking and freezing your ass off. Of course, you being there was your fault. You need alcohol and you needed it bad. You could have chosen to stay in your warm house and steal beer from your father, but then you would have risked being beaten had you been caught. You’d stick with the fake ID approach, thank you.

After another puff, you decided to stop stalling-the cigarette smoke was getting to you. You dropped the cigarette, crushed it under your shoe, and jogged across the street to Kash’s store. When you walked in, Ian’s voice called to you from behind the chip rack-“(Y/n)! Hey!” A smile spread over your face as he walked towards you. “Hey, Ian.” Ian was the only Gallagher who you still talked to after Lip stopped hanging out with you. Most likely because you were one of the only people who knew he was gay and who treated him like normal regardless. Of course, you’d found out his secret long before anyone else had, even Lip.

You and Ian had been friends longer than you and Lip had, and you had been Ian’s first girlfriend when he was in 6th and you were in 7th. You held hands and shared cookies and watched movies at his house while his mom and dad screamed at each other and then watched them as they went upstairs to have sex. A year later, when he was in 7th and you were in 8th, while in your secret spot(the swings behind your house), you asked him why he didn’t want to kiss you like the other boys kissed their girlfriends.

After a silent moment, Ian had admitted that he had thought about kissing another boy in your class, and not you. That he couldn’t imagine kissing a girl. And, after stunned silence, you had hugged him and stroked his hair while he cried and begged you not to tell anyone. After that, you and Ian broke up, pretending it was due to lame couple shit when in reality you didn’t want people asking why you and him didn’t kiss or fuck or do anything everyone else did. He was still your closest friend.

“So, what the hell are you doing here? It’s late. You usually pass out by 8.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “None of your business, dweeb.” You ruffled his hair and walked over to the beer aisle, scanning the various bottles on the shelves, looking for a 12 pack of the strongest beer available. “Um, okay? Since when do you drink?” Ian followed you over and crossed his arms. “Since I decided that sprite just wasn’t cutting it. What’s the strongest kind you got?” Ian stared at you for a moment, seeming to notice that something wasn’t right with you, but eventually averted his eyes and pointed to a particular beer. “That one.”

You grinned at him. “Thanks, babes.” You plucked the box of beer from the aisle and store over to the register. “Where’s Kash at, anyhow? Did you give him bad dick or something?” Ian grimaced. “Linda’s fertile right now.” “Ah. Say no more.” You nodded empathetically and let the ginger boy ring up your box before sliding him a $50. He spoke as he kept his eyes on the register. “Me and Mickey are still going on.” You raised a brow. “Ooo. Interesting. I should go for Mandy so we match.” He laughed and started to hand you the remaining money. “Keep the change, hun. Fiona and you guys probably needs it more than me, aye?”

He smiled half-heartedly. “That’s for sure. So, whats the beer for?” You blinked. “Uh, to drink?” He rolled his eyes. “You know what i mean.” “Nothing, Ian. Just need a stress reliever. That’s all.” “If you say so. Just, please, don’t pull a Frank on me. I know Lip’s being an ass but I can’t lose you. Who else will supply me with gay porn mags?” You grinned at him. “Aw. Glad I’m needed. And don’t ever compare me to that bastard. I love you, Ian. Give Lip a throat punch for me.” He smiled. “Sure thing. I love you too. Come by the house sometime and I’ll tell you about Mickey a little more, yeah? Lip will probably be out screwing Karen.” You nodded. “I will. Night, Ian.” And with that, you waved goodbye and started on your way home.

The next day, you woke up to someone pounding on your front door. Groaning, you started to sit up and then grabbed your head in pain as a glass bottle rolled off the bed and smashed on the floor. Shit. How much had you had to drink last night? You checked the floor. 7 bottles. Out of 12. Holy. Fucking. Shit. The pounding on the door resumed, and your head started pounding with it. You winced, swallowed down some Tylenol, and went for the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold your fucking horses, god damn it.” You swung the door open. “Hey, (Y/n). Been a while.”

You blinked. “What the hell are you doing here, Lip? Where’s that blonde bitch at? Screwing one of your friends or something?” “Karen’s not hanging out with me til later.” “Ah.” The two of you stared at each other in silence. “So, what the fuck do you want then?” Lip shuffled awkwardly for a second and then shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ian said you bought some beer yesterday.” You glared. “That little shit. Why the fuck would he tell you that?” “I asked him where he got the $40 from. He didn’t want to tell me but I forced it out. What was the beer for? Your dad? He doesn’t need anymore of that shit you know, he’s turning out like Frank-“ “Don’t ever compare my Dad to yours. Ever. Your dads a lazy drunk-ass fuck who couldn’t give a shit less about his kids. Mine just likes to beat me the shit outta me sometimes. It’s different. Don’t lecture me.”

Now Lip looked suspicious. “Then what was it for?” “Why do you care?” “Cuz I know you. Last time you drank beer, you overdid it and almost got fucking alcohol poisoning. You can’t handle beer.” “Yes I can. Don’t tell me what to do. And actually, I drank like 7 last night. Cuz I’m not your child. And I can do whatever the hell I want. Stop acting like a fucking Dad, you drink too.” “But I don’t over drink. I’m not like Frank. You are. You can’t handle it. Just because you’re jealous about Karen doesn’t mean you should cope with alcohol-“ “Oh my god, shut the fuck up, you narcissistic asshole! Shut up! I’m not fucking jealous of your whore! I’ll drink if I want and fuck if I want and smoke if I want and I don’t need your permission! You made your choice. You picked Karen. Leave, now! I’m coming by later to hang with Ian, so you and the whore better not be there. You’re lucky my dad left for work or he’d have kicked your ass for knocking so loud. Fuck you. Have a nice day.” And you shut the door in his face before he could reply.

Your face was now red from anger. Your hands shaking, you went upstairs, threw up in the bathroom, took some more Tylenol and then curled up on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Fuck him. God, he was so condescending. That was the first time he’d talked to you in a couple of months and it was to scold you like a child for drinking. He drank too. He did all of this shit too. He had done that shit with you so many times you couldn’t even count. What was his problem? Your lip quivered as you felt tears forming. You thought about how close the two of you used to be.

Swinging together behind your house, sneaking into each other’s rooms to cuddle and talk about your shitty lives, watching the stars and whispering to each other, sneaking into movies, shoplifting candy bars and fizzy drinks to eat as you sat in his car to watch the sunrise or the sunset. He was your best friend and your first love and your rock and he was everything. All you had besides Ian, except Ian didn’t kiss you or hold your hand like Lip did. Lip was a boyfriend without the commitment, a lover without the title. And you adored him. It had been this way for 2 years, since you were 14 and he was 15. And then, 3 months ago, just a month before he abandoned you, it all came to a peak. The most amazing moment of your life.

The two of you had snuck out at 3 in the morning on a warm, starry night, each armed with snacks and a flashlight, along with blankets and pillows. You met underneath the train tracks, and laid out the pillows and blankets into a small makeshift bed. Lip pulled you down onto the pallet, hugging you close and pulled the blanket over you, and you laid in his arms and watched the trains go by. During a quiet moment, he whispered that you were beautiful, and kissed you, and, after a few moments, you let him make love to you right there under the tracks as trains went by. He took your virginity and then held you as you fell asleep, stroking your hair and whispering to you as you dozed.

You started crying. It had been only 3 months ago. 3 months. And now things were so different. That had been the only time you had sex, but it was still fresh in your mind. You had been so sure that he would ask you out afterwards, but he never did. And it had stung a little. But you put up with it because you liked him. And then, a month later, he met Karen. He bragged to you about the hummer she gave him, and then had Ian go to get one too, even though Ian was gay. He started dropping plans to hang with Karen, and talked about how great of a fuck she was when he did make time for you, and eventually stopped coming to hang all together. And it hurt so fucking bad. Why weren’t you good enough? You lay on your bed, curled up in the fetal position, and cried. Just laid there and sobbed until your eyes were tired and your throat was sore.

You passed out for about 2 hours, woke up. showered off, changed clothes and went to go meet with Ian. Fiona opened the door, hugged you, and asked how you had been. After you caught up for a minute, you asked where Ian was and went up to his room. Sure enough, he was sprawled out on his bed with a magazine in his hand, which he tossed aside when he saw you. “H-hey. Listen, sorry I told Lip but he kept asking where I got the money and I’m not a great lier and-“ “it’s okay, dude, chill! All he did was try to lecture me anyway. Who does that little bitch think he is, telling me what to do? Screw him.” Ian grimaced. “He’s just worried. You used to have to be convinced to even take a sip of something and now you’re out buying 12-packs for yourself. He just doesn’t want you to turn out like-“ “Like Frank. I know, I know. But it’s none of his concern. He left me. He should focus on his bimbo and leave me alone.”

The conversation ended. You sat with Ian and ate cookies as he talked about Mickey and how he was going to Mandy’s to see him more often. Mandy had no qualms with kissing a gay man, so her and Ian were fake dating to have a beard for Ian. You made a sexual joke about taking it up the ass, and Ian laughed and shoved your arm. After a minute of silence when the laughter died down, Ian spoke up. “He misses you, you know.” “Mickey?” “No. Lip. He mentioned you a couple days ago.” Your heart dropped. “What’d he say?” “He said he took Karen to the train tracks like him and you used to do, and it wasn’t as fun. Just said he missed you. Oh, and yesterday Fiona said she missed your pot roast you used to make us on Friday’s and Lip said he did too, so that counts I guess.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll make you guys pot roast still. Just won’t eat with you guys.” Ian rolled over into his back and then sat up. “(Y/n). You and Lip need to sort this shit out. I miss you. Everyone misses you. He’s a dickhead and I know that and everyone else knows it. But you need to call him out for it. Make him apologize. Debbie and Carl and Fiona and I miss you a lot. And I’m sure Lip does too even if he acts like he doesn’t think about you. You were different than Karen. You were his best friend. Karen’s just a fuck buddy who he hangs out with sometimes. I’m not saying you should try to go out with him, you could fuck any guy you want really. But just talk it out. Please?”

You stared at the ground for a long minute. You thought it over. As bitter as you were, Ian was right. And you missed being with the Gallagher family. After a moment, you sighed, and relented. “Okay. I’ll confront him. But only for you and Fiona and them. Okay? Now shut up about it.” Ian half smiled and slung an arm around your shoulder. “Thank you. Good luck, yeah? He’ll be home in a few minutes, confront him then.” You agreed, and then the two of you listened to a CD as you waited for Lip to get home.

When the bedroom door swung open, you didn’t dare look. But you didn’t have to anyway. “(Y/n)?” You didn’t look up. Ian looked from you to Lip awkwardly and got up. “I have to go...Uh...do homework. Yeah.” He left the room, and neither you nor Lip moved. “What are you doing here?” You couldn’t answer. You just looked at the ground. “(Y/n), look. I get that you’re upset at me. But you need to let it go. You and I never dated. You’re being jealous over nothing. I’ll try to hang out with you more but you and I were just friends and I don’t know why you thought it was more than that.” Your head snapped up. “What the fuck did you just say?” Lip, sensing he had said the wrong thing, went silent. You slowly stood up.

“You don’t know why I thought it was more than that? Are you fucking serious? Do you actually not get it? Are you that fucking stupid?” Lip said nothing, and you stepped closer, voice rising. “I thought we were more because you acted like we were! You held my fucking hand and kissed me and told me I was beautiful and literally put your fucking dick inside me under the train you took that Karen bitch to! You took my fucking virginity! Of course I thought we were more! I was always there for you! Always! I listened to every single problem and massaged your shoulders when they tensed up and snuck around with you and risked being beaten for you! I was a part of this family! I helped out Fiona and played with Debbie and Carl and punched Frank when he hurt Ian and i loved your family so much and I was always there! And then you tossed me aside like I was a piece of garbage the second that Karen blew you!”

Lip looked remorseful. “(Y/n), I-“ “No! Shut up! It’s my turn to speak. I’m glad I didn’t try to ask what we were a few months ago, cuz I know exactly what you would have said.” Your voice took on a mocking tone as you continued. “You would have said that you liked me, really you did, but you just weren’t ready for a big experience like commitment! And you’d apologize condescendingly for leading me on like that. But you still would be down to fuck because of course you would! Cuz you’re Lip fucking Gallagher and you screw whoever you want, right? That’s all you’re in it for, right? Fuck you! Fuck you so fucking much! You lead me on and then kicked me aside for someone who’d be more open to fuck whenever you wanted, right? Screw you!”

Lip went to speak, but you had one more thing to say. “And by the way, Lip, I’m not letting your dickhead-ness stop me from hanging out with your family. I miss Ian and Fiona and Debbie and Carl. So I’ll still be here. For dinners and babysitting and for Ian. But you won’t be talking to me. Or sitting with me. Or even looking at me. You will leave me alone and let me be at peace without trying to toy with me again. I’m sick and tired of your shit. Be with your whore and leave me alone.” You turned to leave. “(Y/n).” You turned back to look at him. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry.” That was all he said. And it was all he needed to say. His eyes said it all. You nodded. “I know. Goodbye, Lip.” And with that, you turned and walked out of the room, and didn’t look back.

Remember to make requests. This was just an emotional piece, a vent piece. I take requests for one shots, headcanons, imagines, anything. Mostly x reader only, but I do angst fics exploring unrequited love and stuff like that. Like and reblog and send criticism!

♡ bts as boyfriends  [ hoseok ]

- pairing: hoseok x reader

- warnings: fluff with a bit of smut which has been made clear, please skip past if this makes u uncomfortable!

seokjin - yoongi - namjoon - hoseok - jimin - taehyung - jungkook

request/ask - masterlist

you’re the most iconic duo

sope who? taekook who? 

you are the most important thing in his life

always reminding you of that too

“you mean so much to me”

he can be quite cringey sometimes, probably wants to wear matching outfits

once he asked u if u could both wear those ‘im his/im hers’ shirts, you didnt talk to him for the next hour

loves to see u getting along with the boys

doesn’t get jealous when he sees u playing ovw with jungkook or cooking with seokjin because he knows your heart belongs to him

it makes him happy knowing ur comfortable around the other people who are important to him

constant kisses, no matter the time or the place

cheek kisses? yes. forehead kisses? yes. nose kisses? yes. head kisses? yes. any kind of kiss? YES.

he sends u endless selfies of him and mickey when he’s visiting his parents

‘we miss you!!! 😘❤’

when he’s sleepy he always whines at u to play with his hair

and if u stop he’ll whine even more

he’ll tell you he loves you at least 20 times a day

your opinion means a lot to him, whether its about a pair of shoes or a track off his mixtape he’ll value it a lot

he can be obnoxiously loud at the worst times

it’ll be 3am and you’ll both be wide awake and he’ll be screaming over something

u have to tell him to be quiet and remind him that u do actually have neighbours

“but i dont complain when its u being loud >:(” 

dont leave ur phone unlocked around him because he will leave 1000 photos behind

but you’ll upload the best (worst) to every social media u have as payback 

cuddles u whenever he has the chance

if he’s busy doing something he’ll drop everything so u two can cuddle and vice versa

dances around the house all the time

you’ll be cooking and he’ll come up behind u and start grinding on u whilst singing loudly and badly down your ear

makes you dance with him even if ur refusing

the dirty dancing jump has been attempted, and failed, many times

!! NSFW, SKIP IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE !!

hoseok a freak

don’t be fooled by his bright exterior, when its time to get down to business he’s a whole new man

very cliché but he’ll love fucking u in the practice room

especially against the mirrors so whenever he’s practising he’ll remember what you both got up to the night before

obsessed with ur body, especially ur boobs

leaves hickeys ALL over them

favourite way to fuck u is from behind

loves watching you grip the sheets and bury ur head into the pillow whilst he’s destroying u

also likes pulling you up to his chest and breathing down you ear

he can easily kiss you in this position too, lazily licking into ur waiting mouth

dirty talks u so much

“you like that? you like it when i’m this deep inside you huh baby??”

likes it when you’re loud but also likes to see how long you can stay quiet

fucks u when the boys are over, loves the thrill of possibly being caught

!! END OF NSFW SECTION !!

you’re always listening to music together

once u were both dancing to some kendrick on the sofa and you bumped heads so hard you swear u almost passed out

so many couple selfies

puts his camera on a timer and has a full on photoshoot with you

he likes attempting to do ur makeup

also lets u put makeup on him

once he liked it so much that he went out with it on

loves travelling together, u spend at least 2 weekends in the month away

he has all of ur fast food orders listed down in his notes on his phone for when you’re both craving mcdonalds at 12am

to summarise: jung hoseok = the perfect boyfriend

JUST LIKE HIM

Request: N/A, because no one would be cruel enough to request this

A/N: I… am so… SORRY.

Dad!Steve x reader

Word count: 1680

Summary: Your little girl is growing up to be a carbon copy of her father, you only wish he was around to see it.

Warnings: sadness, so much sadness, angst, nightmares, anxiety and PTSD, smidge of racism (it’s avenged though because racism is not cool) funerals, death

(GIFs not mine)

      It was nearly two in the morning, and, as usual, the bed felt grotesquely… empty. You missed him so much.  You missed him so much it hurt to say his name. You missed him so much, neither you nor your daughter, Deirdre, ever got a full night’s rest.   Deirdre was almost eight, but she still spent most nights sleeping in your bed because of nightmares.

Poor thing, ever since her father left, she’s struggled with terrible anxiety; no eight-year-old should have to deal with that! She was barely old enough to understand what was going on with her brain and she was already popping pills just to ease the pain.  It broke your heart every time you saw that obnoxiously orange prescription bottle in her room.  What made it even sadder, was that the bottle sat right next to a framed photo taken of your little family on your last trip to Disney World.  Everyone was smiling in that picture.  You had your flower mickey mouse ears on, your husband was wearing his Donald Duck baseball cap and was holding Deirdre as she wore her adorable Cinderella costume.

Oh, how Deirdre missed her father.  She may have only known him for six years, but she almost never stopped talking about her dad.  She always talked about the games he would play with her or the time he came to her school’s career day as Captain America; she would reminisce about the family outings in the city her dad always insisted that they have, she even had some framed drawings of his on her bedroom walls.

That was one thing she and her father had in common; they both loved art.  Deirdre always asked her dad when she would get as good as him.  He always responded in the cutest, most heartfelt way, “if you practice every day, create what’s on your heart, and love what you make, you’ll be ten times better than me,”.  That phrase always made you want to cry, more so now than ever.

Deirdre was always so courageous too, just like her father.  You were once called by the school because she punched a kid in the face.  When you and her father went to meet with the principle, you asked why she did such a thing.  Apparently, the kid she punched was making fun of an African-American boy for his skin color.  Deirdre didn’t like what the kid was doing, so he punched him in the nose and made friends with the African-American boy.  Her father was so proud of his little girl.  What was even cuter, was that the Deirdre and the boy she saved, Thomas, are now best friends.  Friends you can only compare to Steve and Bucky.

You smiled at the memory.  Deirdre was always like that, like her dad.  She was so smart and creative, a little reckless at times, but, her heart was always in the right place.  She had his smile, his eyes, his cute laugh, she was exactly like her father.

 Just then, you heard the creaking of your door opening.  You sat up to see Deirdre standing in the doorway, clutching her little, stuffed dog to her chest.  “Mommy… I had a nightmare…” she whimpered, sniffling a little bit, “can I sleep with you?”.

This reminded you so much of her father when you two were first dating.  With Steve’s vivid and often occurring nightmares, he often slept in your bed for comfort.  He would knock on your door, dragging either his pillow or his blanket behind him, and stand in your doorway with an innocent face.  Once you turned to look at his tired figure, he’d look at you and ask, “(Y/N)?  Can I sleep with you tonight?  I had another nightmare…” …. Just like Deirdre would.

 “Of course Deedee, come over here,” you cooed, reaching your arms out to welcome her.  She shuffled over, crawling under the big, white comforter, and cuddled up to you, tucking her head under your chin.  She always made the bed a lot less lonely.

“Mommy, I miss daddy,” Deirdre whimpered, fiddling with her stuffed dog’s ear, “I know Deedee, me too,” you replied.  The little girl shifted over to her back was now to your chest, letting you play with her hair and allowing her to speak more easily. “Do you remember the first time daddy tried to cook dinner while you were on vacation with Auntie Nat and Aunt Wanda?” she asked, sounding slightly happier, but dull at the same time.  You chuckled, “oh, I remember, your dad nearly set the apartment on fire,” you laughed as Deirdre laughed along with you. There it was, that beautiful smile. That beautiful smile that looked exactly like her dad's.

 “Or what about the time he got sprayed with a skunk on his morning run?” you reminded, hoping to keep Deirdre smiling; her smile was so rare these days, you wanted this moment to last as long as possible. “Yeah!” she agreed, giggling still, “he smelled like an old dumpster for hours until you could buy enough tomato juice to make the smell go away!”.

“Oh!  What about the time he bet Uncle Bucky he could do more push-ups than him?” she remembered excitedly, “and Uncle Buck cheated my using his metal arm?  That was pretty funny!”, “yeah, that was not the best idea your father has ever had,” you added.

 For the next half hour, you and your daughter reminisced on good memories you had shared about her father.  You brought up her fifth birthday- oh, her fifth birthday was the best!  She had asked for a Barbie doll that looked like you and a Captain America action figure to go with her baby Barbie, so she could have a doll version of your family.

Deirdre even remembered Georgia, her father’s service dog!  He had gotten Georgia as a S.H.I.E.L.D mandated service dog, to help with his PTSD and Depression.  Deirdre ended up falling in love with this Golden Retriever!  Nothing could separate them!  But, after he left, Georgia was one of the only things Deirdre had left of her father.  But, soon after, Georgia died due to the stress and grief of losing her master. Deirdre was in tears when Georgia left.

 Ugh!  Why did he have to leave on that stupid mission!?  If he had never gone to get that damn USB, he’d still be here!  Why did he have to leave you?!  You started crying at the memory of him, saying the last words you’d ever hear from him over the phone, gunshots and grenades going off in the background…

“(Y/N), baby, we’re outnumbered!” he yelled from the other line.  Your heart sunk.  You were always afraid of something like this happening… “I can’t fight back…” “no! No, Steve!  You always fight back!  Fight back!” you cried through tears of fear and stress.

 “(Y/N), listen to me,” you didn’t want to listen to him, you didn’t want to hear those dreadful words come from his mouth, “I won’t be coming home this time…”.  Those words echoed in your head over and over again.  You didn’t know it at the time, but that sentence would haunt you for the rest of your life.

“(Y/N)… if the rest of the team is going to make it out alive, I need to go ever there and distract the enemy, or else we're all going to die…” Steve sighed over the loud gunshots.  “Steve please…” you begged, nearly sobbing as tears streamed heavily down your cheeks.

“(Y/N)… I have to do this,” he said, right before an explosion went off in the background, “I love you doll, both you and Deirdre.  Tell her that I love her, will you do that for me, doll?”.  You swallowed the lump in your throat, “of course, baby, I’ll tell her that for you…”.  The words almost left a bad taste in your mouth.

“I love you both, and I’ll see you on the other side, okay?  I love you both so so much and I always will,”

“We love you too, St-“ you tried to finish, but a pained cry of agony interrupted you, followed by silence.  “Steve?” you called shakily, clutching the phone so tightly it was possible you could break it, “Steve?  Steve, please answer me!”.  Silence… then static…

He was gone.

Once the body was brought back, Steve was given the most honorable of funerals.  He was buried next to his mom and dad in Brooklyn.  Everyone close to him laid something in his coffin for him to be buried with.  Bucky gave him an old photo of them as kids, Sam left his dog tags from when he was in the Air Force, and Nat laid down the Avengers patch that she wore on the shoulder of her uniform.  You had found something extra special to be buried with Steve.  You gave him your wedding photo and the original ultrasound pictures taken of Deirdre.  You knew he would like to have these.

She didn’t tell you this until later, but Deirdre did lay something of her own in her father’s coffin when you weren’t looking. You asked her what she put in there and she said a copy of the photo taken in Disney World.  That nearly made you cry.  "I wanted daddy and me to be looking at the same picture," she said, wiping tears from her usually bright. blue eyes.

 You looked over at Deirdre, who was, thankfully, sleeping.  It pained you to look at her and see Steve’s image.  Why did he have to leave you two behind?!  He left you, a single mother with a six-year-old daughter, alone!  You were so mad at him!  You were mad but you wanted him back so badly!  You missed his boyish smile, you missed his soothing hugs, you missed his loving kisses, you missed his stories, you missed him biting his lip when he was concentrating; you missed HIM!  You missed Steve and it pained you to look at your daughter and see that she was just like… him.

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1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?- my mom? Yes lol. Romantically? Can't remember the last person to tell me they love me..2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?- maybe, it depends3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?- watching the last Warriors v Cavs game 😂4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?- yes when I'm in a good mood and don't give af :)5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?- nope nobody talks to me lol6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?- yes 7. What exactly are you wearing right now?- a Mickey Mouse onesie LOL8. How often do you listen to music?- pretty often, not as much as I used to9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?- pretty even given its winter; sweats at home jeans when I got out10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013?- LOL yeah it did11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?- Little bit of both, probably more antisocial12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?- lol yes13. What about ‘R’?- no14. Can you drive a stick shift?- You drive me crazy15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?- yes actually, I don't wanna be on bad terms with anybody if I can help it16. Are you going out of town soon?- To Florida in a couple months of that counts17. When was the last time you cried?- Tonight lol jk 18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?- yes unfortunately19. If you could change your eye color, would you?- hell yeah wtf my eyes are hella boring20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?- Yeah, my nephew21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.- having mixed feelings about some things22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?- Ooh yes pls 😘😂 lol jk23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?- nope24. What are you sitting on right now?- my ass25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?- nobody loves me haha26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?- yes, damn near all the time27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?- Nicole :)28. Do you get a lot of colds?- yes 29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?- H&M30. Does anyone hate you?- I think my ex does? 😂😂31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?- no lol 32. Do you like watching scary movies?- nah I'm a pussy with scary movies 😅33. Do you want your tongue pierced?- pierced skewered and bbqd34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?- Probably sounds mainstream but 2016 for sure!!!35. Did you have a dream last night?- I don't think so36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?- As a friend? Maybe last week. 37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?- can the love of my life quit playing games and show up first? Lol38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?- Maybe, I'm not entirely sure though..39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?- also a maybe, I hope she might be whoever she is 😌40. Did you have a good day yesterday?- yes, I finished a bucket of ice cream lol41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?- no42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?- yes, if I'm not busy 43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?- yes AND IT WAS A FUCKING LIE44. What’s the best part about school?- ummm meeting new people I guess??? 45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?- yes but don't look at those please46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?- nah we just snapchat each other sleeping in class hahaha47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?- yeah sometimes48. Were you single over the last summer?- Yeah 49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?- lol no50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?- taking my ass to sleep51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?- no, but I do feel bad I couldn't speak Tagalog with him52. Are you nice to everyone?- for the most part yes53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?- yes54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?- wtf of course55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?- To a certain extent. I can't hide when I'm angry though 56. Do you think you like someone?- lol yes57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?- Yes58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?- Girls, boys are fucking idiots 59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?- yes60. Do you hate anyone?- not anymore61. How’s your heart?- I think it's healed pretty well over the past year 😌62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?- nah I'm pretty open about things; embarrassing, sad, funny, they all make good stories63. Have you ever cried over a guy?- does my dad whooping my ass count? Lol64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?- Nicole lol jk65. Are your toenails painted pink?- nope66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?- No67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?- No68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?- yes lol fuck my uncles69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?- my pops70. How do you look right now?- comfortable haha71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?- nope, still waiting for that person72. Can you commit to one person?- easy73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?- ehh sorta kinda74. Have you ever felt replaced?- felt? More like happen all the damn time 75. Did you wake up cranky?- yeah if my sister wakes me up76. Are you a jealous person?- unfortunately yes, but I'm working on it77. Are relationships ever worth it?- they are if two people have a mutual agreement to work at it and communicate78. Anyone you’re giving up on?- yes79. Currently wanting to see anyone?- It would be nice to meet Nicole if she didn't live so far lol80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?- take a poop81. Last person you cried in front of?- I dunno maybe Tianna??82. Is there someone you will never forget?- yeah83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?- hmmmm 84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?- cuddling/spooning85. Are you over your past?- I'd say so86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?- Yes, either that or they turn into my best friends 87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?- didn't we already answer this??88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?- Yes, apology accepted, presents accepted, now go back home to your baby daddy *shuts door* LOOOL89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?- yeah, I'd assume she would need to talk about something and that's it90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?- lol yes 91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?- probably nor92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?- like 1593. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?- I think so LOL94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?- nope I was in shambles haha95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?- I had a thing for a chick but never said anythinf96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?- yes97. Who do you have texts from?- umm friends and family??98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?- Fuck you. Lol jk I'd probably just play it off and let them tell me about their crush since I still care99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?- No, didn't realize that until now100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?- nobody nobody but you101. Ever kissed under fireworks?- nope102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?- yeah but it's been awhile