#×I hate you for what you did but i miss you like a little kid×

[tgmsunmontue]

Never knew I was missing you 1/? WIP

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

PART ONE

                Bradley hadn’t ever meant to become famous. He’d just been minding his own business, doing his own thing and adding some extra curriculars to his schedule to pad his USNA application when someone had sidled up to him after the school production and asked him if he’d ever considered doing it professionally.

                He’d been so confused he’d had to ask do what professionally?

                Act.

                Apparently, he has a flair for the dramatic.

                When he’d relayed this, Ice had rolled his eyes and looked at Mav and muttered I wonder where he gets that from and Mav had, for some reason, just snapped his teeth and then said truly a mystery.

                Bradley had just decided it was safer to ignore them and leave them to their dramatics, because who did they think they were kidding if they weren’t equally dramatic? So he figured he’d give it a shot. He had a year left of high school, and he could delay joining the Navy. Weirdly Maverick had been incredibly supportive, almost pushing him toward it, but he had left all his options open, and then… Well, he’d been asked to do a screen test, and then he’d done an audition and reading, which had then spiraled into being the previously unknown but now new-and-upcoming-star of Hollywood.

                All that is over ten years ago now, he’s closing in on thirty, regularly on the most eligible bachelor and sexiest men lists to his mortification, and he’s also considered one of the most billable actors. He was open about his sexuality from the start, despite his agent advising him against it. So he’d found a new agent, who had crafted a very well worded statement which meant that Bradley has remained scandal free because he’s… Well, he’s pretty boring really. When he takes people out on dates they seem to think he’s going to be like one the characters he plays, and are always a little (or a lot) disappointed when they realize that Bradley is just… well, Bradley.

                “I made you a dating profile,” Callie says, slapping his phone onto his chest and Bradley grabs for it before it can slide down and hit the floor.

                “You did what now?”

                “A dating profile.”

                “Yeah. Sorry, I got that part. I meant why?”

                “Because you haven’t left the house for anything other than work in three weeks.”

                “So? I’ve been keeping busy. Plus I don’t have trouble finding someone to date. When I actually want to go on a date.”

                “Uh…”

                “What?”

                “I’d like to hold up exhibits A through D. Your last relationship and the last three dates you went on. All fucking disasters. If not PR wise, then romantically and-or sexually. Disasters. With a capital D.”

                “And he wants another type of D!” Neil calls out and Bradley rolls his eyes, because of course Neil is chipping in.

                “Do I have an HR department? Can I report you both to HR?”

                “Nope. You’re stuck with us. Your fault for hiring people who know you’re just a giant nerd with no game whatsoever,” Callie says with a grin as she settles on the sofa beside him and shoves her cold feet under his thighs.

                Bradley groans, he hates it when they’re right.

…            …            …

                Jake flicks through the profiles, looking for something to catch his attention. He doesn’t need perfect looking bodies, or dick-pics, he sees enough of both in the locker room. Plus he gets plenty of unsolicited dick-pics whenever he’s horny enough to reinstall Tinder and got looking for something uncomplicated. Of course, as he’s gotten older he wouldn’t mind something a bit more complicated, but some people like having a partner or boyfriend that is around, and Jake isn’t a lot of the time. So his job can be somewhat of a deal breaker, has been in nearly all his past relationships. He reads over his profile and he should probably take out GGG if he wants to be serious about something more but… It’s still true.

GGG Flyboy looking for something a little more heavy duty than a ONS but only in town for six weeks.

                He keeps scrolling and then there’s a picture of A-list actor Bradley Bradshaw and he snorts in amusement. He sure as fuck wouldn’t be on a fucking dating app if he was Bradley Bradshaw. He reads the profile and laughs again.

Half-decent actor, boring AF human. Hobbies include avoiding social interactions with people I don’t know, pinball machine restoration and building model planes. WLTM genuine M or F for dating to something more serious.

                He’s got nothing better to do, so he fires off a message.

>>No way you’re actually Bradley Bradshaw. Catfishing is illegal you know.

>>But I am actually Bradley Bradshaw.

>>Yeah, and I’m a veterinarian and part-time fire fighter.

>>Pretty sure Bradley Bradshaw wouldn’t be admitting to the world that his favorite past times are building model airplanes and restoring pinball machines.

>>Also if you don’t like social interactions with people you don’t know then a dating app is NOT the place for you.

>>I like pinball machines.

>>Well. I like playing pinball. The machines are just kind of necessary for that and sometimes I need some quiet time.

>>Plus this app wasn’t my idea. My friend made my profile.

>>Sure buddy.

>>Your ‘friend’ has some mad photoshop skills though.

>>Legit looks like Bradshaw is working on that pinball machine.

>>That’s an original Lumet. And I am working on it.

>>Not the oldest one I have, but the one that needs the most work.

>>Sure. Okay.

>>So what do you do?

>>I’m in the Navy.

                Jake settles back, wonders if the guy has even bothered reading his profile.

>>Huh. Flyboy. Aviator then?

                There’s his answer.

>>Yep. What do you do?

>>Restore pinball machines and lie about my identity on dating apps apparently.

                Jake laughs, and at least the guy has got a good sense of humor, even if what he’s doing is illegal. Jake’s never been that much of a stickler and he’s not hurting anyone.

>>Also said you build model planes. What kind? Vested interest and legit first hand knowledge….

>>Wait, your username is Brad2lover? You’re a fan?

>>Yeah, hello, I’m not blind. Guy’s scorching hot. And yeah, I guess I’m a fan. But he can do whatever the fuck he wants when he’s not working.

>>Except restore pinball machines. That’s the step too far?

>>He wouldn’t be using a dating app to hook up.

>>Wouldn’t need to.

>>You’d think that wouldn’t you.

>>And not looking to just hook up.

                Jake rolls his eyes. He could fucking start be being honest with who he is, but he feels like he might as well be talking to a brick wall with as far as he’s been getting there. So he’ll talk.

>>Well, I am and I am not…

>>?

>>Vague.

>>Well. I’ve got six weeks leave. I’d like to find something more than hooking up, but most people need more than six weeks to want a relationship, so I’m…

>>In a catch-22 situation.

>>So going to try meeting someone on this app and get to know them and then… what?

>>You’re still going to be deployed again for months on end.

>>Yeah, no shit. Got to at least try though right?

>>Might get lucky.

[calummss]

gallavich as girl!dads headcanon

masterlist

making her lunchboxes for kindergarten/school. mickey disliked it at first and thought it was a waste of time but over time he started to pride himself on the food he makes and even decorates it

their daughter running into their arms after kindergarten (bawling)

when she’s sassy she calls them by their names: “mickey […]”, “excuse me?”, “you heard me”

he was gagged!!

ian teaching her how to swim in the pool

mickey telling her bedtime stories about him in prison and she is invested (he leaves out too gore-y stuff)

putting her drawings on the fridge even if they don’t know wtf she drew

mickey listens to a lot of eminem so by the time she’s 5/6 she starts rapping along with him (he gets emotional listening to mockingbird and needs looks at her face once the song ends)

both of them learn how to style her hair. ian’s go to are braids whilst mickey loves simple pigtails

“some kid at school told me i was weird for having two dads”

“who?”

“someone in my class”

“what did you do?”

“i punched them”

“thats my girl” *high fives her*

their daughter asking for the meaning of their tattoos which lead to some pretty awkward conversations

“why do you have boobs on your back?”

ian’s voice shaking: “because i- i…love women”

“but you’re married to daddy”

he was silenced.

mickey also swears that you can tell she’s being raised by gay dads; his proof is that she says “come on girls” when talking to them. mickey absolutely hates it and tries to stop her from saying it

i just know lip teases the shit out of them for it!! he is amused as hell

ian and mickey were honestly not ready to have such a diva in their house. they love it but at the same time it tests them on so many levels

they 100% get tattoos dedicated to her!!

dance parties!! i just know ian and mickey blast lady gaga, katy perry, eminem etc. and dance whilst cleaning or cooking, hyping up their little girl

their daughter crawling into their bed at night/in the morning and they wrap their arms around her, cuddling themselves back to sleep

when she starts asking about boobs, female body etc. they get overwhelmed and call debbie or sandy to deal with it

she thinks the world of her fathers and loves them so much

mickey felt disconnected from her for the first few months of her life as he was unsure how to love and take care of a baby but now he would die for her. he would kill for her. he would to anything to make sure she is happy and safe (he made a promise to himself to never be like terry)

no one knows how she did it but somehow she convinced ian and mickey to let her paint their nails

i have a nagging feeling that someone in the family (gallagher) calls her miss gallavich if she doesn’t answer to her name the first few times

[megatron-is-a-mattereel-gurl]

I have this really ridiculous idea for both my Cyberverse AU and My Fan Contunity.

Okay not all that ridiculous but it's still embarrassing to me.

But basically the concept is that Septimus Prime(who's basically a 14th prime from the idw comics, idw is very different with how the primes work)

Becomes the Crystalline King

It makes no sense whatsoever, but i love it. I mean, kind of, actually. Septimus was rejected by the other 13 as being a prime, so he creates crystal city to get revenge and has a "Let it go" from frozen moment. (I made @kelthebookdragon laugh when I mentioned that irl)

[daystarpoet]

can we talk about "i hate you for what you did, AND i miss you like a little kid." not "but". "and."

one thing does not cancel out the other, she hates the person but that doesn't mean she doesn't miss them. i feel like this is so true. sometimes as mad as we are at someone, wr can't still bring ourselves to want them gone.

[lookingforsneha]

"I hate you for what you did, and I miss you like a little kid," except it's Remus after Sirius does the prank.

[stargirldotcom]

[fmnlibrary]

And if I say Jean to Kevin? Then what?

[brionysea]

not to be an aromantic stereotype but most love songs don't even make sense to me unless i imagine they're me talking to my past self

[hellsburners]

Hi!

So I just saw your post, and I wanna request tasm peter with this angst prompt "maybe it's best to end this"

You stood in front of a wounded man. A hand clutched your chest, a grip so tight you felt nails digging into skin. You thought that holding your chest would ease the pain in your heart. That it’ll ease the sting, or dry up the tears welling from your eyes. He’d look up to you, eyes the same as yours. He’d inch closer, his gait shifting, but you’d fall back. How can someone love a wounded man?

It was the same every night, he’d knock at your window, clothes torn, bruises all over his body, dried blood all over. And tomorrow you’re expected to cook breakfast and act like nothing happened. He’d ask if you’re okay. Okay? you thought. You could’ve died, Peter.

You stayed silent looking down. Your heart was racing, aching, beating like it was about to jump off your rib cage. Your hands were clammy, your knees felt like they were about to break, the weight of the world on your shoulders. He held your hand, it was cold and shaking. He’d try to soothe it with his touch but it won't work.

Everynight I would stare at the window, waiting for you to come, or if you’ll ever come home at all, and—I feel sick. I genuinely feel so sick I feel like I’d die. And I know why you’re doing this and I love you because of that heart of yours but I’m–, tears fall down from your cheeks, the words breaking in between sobs. I’m tired, Pete.

Peter saw this one coming. He noticed the way your worry started to become resentment. Not at him, no you could never, but at the other guy, the mask. You felt that it was always a part of your relationship, the third guy. He wished to ask a question. A question he knew would change everything. That everything you experienced with him will be gone, and that you’ll soon forget about him, but at least by then you will find peace.

Maybe it’s best if we–, you took the words out of his mouth. You look up to him, eye to eye. End this, you’d say after, with a finality that cut him deeper than any of the fresh wounds on his body right now. You were now fully sobbing, your palms cupping your face, the tears flowing non stop.

He wished he could wipe all your tears away, and hug all the pain. He thought of a thousand ways to say sorry nothing would come through his lips. I love you, he said. The words still held so much weight on you. You almost felt like vomiting. Your head is dizzy, not a word coming to your head to scream. You still loved him that would never change, you thought. But no love can ever soothe the pain you were feeling.

You both laid in bed that night, crying in each other’s arms. One last night together. He’d whisper something to you before you drifted off. If I could change everything I would.

You wake up to an empty bed and any trace of him gone, his stuff, the pictures, the notes on the fridge. He thought that if you had a clean slate it would be easier. Leave out all the spaces he had occupied and make room for someone else to fill in. Someone worth all the tears. Whatever was left on your bed was his wet pillow, tears-soaked.

[messiluvr]

anaïs nin, mirages // nbc hannibal, dolce

[lovealwayssay]

“I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid” perfectly sums up my relationship with my dad.

[megatron-is-a-mattereel-gurl]

Chapters 16 and 17 are out.

[thismayfloweremptyheadspace]

Nightmares.

I keep having nightmares.

You reach out, I call unaware.

Sometimes, I find myself sat, stretched out on your bed, in your room the way we once were.

My words vanish mid sentence, I look over at you.

We haven’t spoken in three months.

You look back, say it’s okay

You’re happy to forget.

That rush of happiness at hearing your voice fades as I hear what you say.

I stumble out my words.

I don’t want to forget, I want to talk, I need you to apologise, to acknowledge. I need to be heard.

The room starts to shake as you repeat that it’s all my fault.

My heart tightens in my chest, pulling.

I am begging.

I beg you to think, to realise what you’ve done.

I ask if you spoke to others? Found out the truth.

You never bothered.

In our family there was never truth, only forgetting. No need to forgive if no apology is given.

I can’t live like that anymore. It killed me, forgetting was killing me.

I am shouting, I want my sister back. Do I not mean anything to you?

Shouldn’t I mean something to you?

You say it’s my fault. Your dry eyes don’t match mine.

Maybe they never did.

Sometimes I wake up screaming for you, at you. It’s all the same.

I wish I could forget.

[fadeintoyou1993]

i miss when i could say i miss killing eve and like mean it

[stargirldotcom]

when i wanna tell him about everything he’s missed in my life but i can’t bc we’re not like that anymore and i hate him but he was my best friend and i took it personally bc what he did to me, i would have never done that to him

[thismayflower]

Show don’t tell.

I don’t say I miss you.

But I google every bird type I see.

I don’t say I miss you.

But I stopped and checked if the museum had memento coins.

I don’t say I miss you.

But I bring up our inside jokes.

I don’t miss you.

But I miss what you were, what you could be. What you wanted to be.

I don’t say I miss you.

I just listen to motion sickness a little more.