And it happens to be my birthday tomorrow


OTPs (in no particular order): Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi

““How many did you miss?” Go on, say it to me. I only managed to stop one single spike. We played five whole sets. I’m so un―”

“I can think of a lot of words, but uncool definitely isn’t one of them!”

August 21st, 2017.

It made me smile that there is a solar eclipse today, because a solar eclipse somehow reminds me of Khadgar and Peregrïn. She compares him to the sun, and she is of course connected to the night/moon. So it sounds nice, meaningful even~ So I had to mark the occasion with a sketch ! 💜

The Mistake (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Wedding In Vegas”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Mason Hewitt, Cora Hale, Corey Bryant & Reader

Author’s Note: This chapter was entirely too fun to write. Probably because I was mildly drunk while doing so…. For my purposes, even though i kind of love Stalia, Stalia never happened in this AU, so Stiles lost his virginity to Lydia. *rolls eyes* whatever. Clearly still mildly drunk while writing this A.N. and am fully team StilesxReader at this point. Um, yea, this is my birthday, fake-relationship mini series present for @fillthevoid-stilinski. The fake-relationship part comes in the next part :)

Summary: Ten years later, Stiles and Y/n are twenty-six and partying in Las Vegas in a joint bachelor/bachelorette party for Scott and Allison, days before their wedding back in Beacon Hills.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

Originally posted by hoech-bear

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Why?” Stiles answered your question with a question. ’The Master of Evasion’, you thought to yourself with an internal eye roll.

“Because that is your third whiskey neat, and we’re only on cocktails. We haven’t even done dinner and the casino yet, Sti.” You said with one eyebrow arched in amused concern.

Stiles stared down at his drink, and then looked up at you. “Have you been monitoring me, Giz?”

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texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

| Rivers Of White And Gold | Kim Jongin X Reader AU | Oneshot |

CEO!Jongin X Reader

Genre: Angst & FLUFF

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Kim Jongin for four years now, but recently, he’s been distancing himself from you. When the worst is finally realized, how does he respond?

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, panic attacks, and alcohol

Word Count: 4,762

“No, it’s alright,” You forced a smile with every ounce of self control you had within you at that moment. “It’s not a big deal, promise.”

This was the fifth time that Jongin, your boyfriend, had declined to spend some quality time together with you. First, it was work, which you could understand, as being a corporate business’s CEO wasn’t exactly an easy task. Second, it was previous arrangements with the boys (his group of trusted coworkers, who were so close, they were practically brothers). But now, Jongin was straight up “forgetting” that you had scheduled time with him.

This had been a recurring pattern for three full weeks now. And after having been in this relationship for four years, it hurt. Deep.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n), I promise I’ll make it up to you, I swear I will, I just need some more time to sort some things out.” Jongin’s anxious voice sounded on the receiving end of your smartphone.

“Time…” You bit your lip to keep it from trembling. “Of course… Time. Yeah, I can do that.”

If only you could believe him. The truth was, it wasn’t just the absence of his presence.

On days that he said he had been too busy at work, staying late hours, you had decided to go out with friends of your own to relieve the stress. That was, until one night you saw him across the city street. The red and green lights reflecting off of the cars as they streamed past seemed to throw your head into a state of nausea. There was Jongin. Standing right outside of a prestigious jeweler store, he was accompanied by Sehun, his new girlfriend, and another woman. What made the dagger twist in your heart was the fact that you knew her. She was Jongin’s newest colleague; his own personal secretary, Jiwoo. You could see them inside the store together through the large glass windows, laughing and smiling. Then you saw it, happening in slow motion as your heart lept into your throat. It was Jongin, oh-so-delicately placing a thin string of pristine white gemstones around Jiwoo’s neck as she looked at the floor, blushing.

That night, you disregarded your friends’ adamant protests behind you as you ran down the city streets for the sanctuary of your apartment. That night, tears had stained your pillows. Pillows that still carried his scent.

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Stood Up

As it has been requested repeatedly, I have decided to make a part two to Stood Up. This story got way more love then I thought it would receive and is one of my highest loved imagines so far! So thank you!. I wasn’t originally planning on uploading this today, but as it is my birthday tomorrow (February 17th) and I will be busy, I thought I would just post it instead of making you all wait another two days. So here you go!

Request: Archie/jughead: 14)“I promise that i’ll protect you". -Archie 17) “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” - y/n31)“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”-y/a18) “I think you’re worth much more than that.”- jughead 4)“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”-jughead

REMEMBER, requests are closed! New requests will be deleted.

Requested by: anonymous.

Warnings: hurt/comfort.

Originally posted by noahsweetwne

“Y/N… I’m not sure how to tell you this… but-”

You turned, confused as you stared at the concerned looking Jughead. After your guys ‘date’ you’d started to hang out with him a bit more and eventually you guys had blossomed into an amazing friendship. Though, what Jughead had said that night was right, and after Archie apologized you’d accepted it and everything fell back to the way it was.

Only thing was now you had Jughead as a friend, a pretty great one at that. He hadn’t been happy when you told him you’d forgiven Archie, but he’d accepted it and told you to just be careful. 

Nothing had happened since. School started again and a new girl came in, Veronica Lodge, which had in turn allowed her to start hanging out with Archie, you, Betty and Kevin. She was nice enough and even though she had immediately mentioned her interest in Archie, you’d set her straight after telling her you two were actually dating. It didn’t take long for her to start rooting for you two, and was in turn one of the sweetest girls you’d met.

When you weren’t with her and Betty, you were with Archie and if you weren’t with Archie, you were with Jughead. 

It just happened to be one of those times where you were with Jughead, you two were sat in Pop’s, much like your guys date night. You were helping him with his novel that you were so specially the only one allowed to see. But you could tell easily something was on his mind and he was distracted from his writing. You hadn’t said anything, wanting to wait for him to tell you on his own.

“Yes, Juggie?” You answered, regarding him with careful eyes. He pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sighed in frustration. “Is everything okay?”

“Y/N… it’s about Archie…” 

You sighed, slightly expecting him to tell you again that you shouldn’t have forgiven him. But just by the look on his face you knew it was something else, and suddenly all annoyance left you and instead you became worried. Worried at the truth. “Jughead… what is it? What did he do? Is he okay?”

“He’s okay.” Jughead quickly confirmed, almost in anger. “He… oh god, Y/N. I really am sorry, but Archie’s been cheating on you.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard his words correctly. Archie had done a lot of things recently, terrible things but despite everything you’d never been suspicious of him for that. You couldn’t quite believe Jughead, so you scoffed, glaring slightly, but you could feel your eyes watering. “What are you- what are you going on about, Jughead? You’re joking right? With who?” The words slipped past your lips, no filter as you stared.

You tried to ignore the look on Jughead’s face that only helped make your heart beat faster. “Ms. Grundy.” Jughead whispered and you froze. 


“He’s cheating on you with Ms. Grundy.”

Your jaw fell open and without a thought, you pushed out of your seat and stormed out of Pop’s, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t want to believe Jughead. You couldn’t but something in the back of your head told you that he was telling the truth. Who had stood you up that night? Archie. Who had been there for you that night? Jughead. What reason would he have to lie to you?

“Y/N!” You heard Jughead but you ignored him, dead set on making your way.. where were you going? Archie’s. You needed to talk to him. 

“Y/N! Please stop!” A hand grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you and turning you around. You didn’t fight, coming face to face with Jughead as you tried to hold in your tears. You stared at him, hurt and betrayed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Archie’s. I need to talk to him.” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm. “Please, let me go. I need- I need to talk to him.”

“I’m not going to stop you.” Jughead reassured, now grabbing both sides of your arms. You barely thought of the fact that Jughead hated skin contact. “I’m going with you.”

You nodded, too upset to say anything and shortly you found yourself in front of Archie’s house. The lights were off, but you knew Archie and you knew he liked to go out for late night walks, so you sat on his porch, waiting. Jughead sat beside you, close enough for comfort but not touching. You’d stopped crying but you knew it’d only last a few minutes before Archie’d show up.

“Y/N…? Jughead?” Snapping your head up, you swallowed your fear at the sight of a sweaty and panting Archie. Standing up and not missing the way Jughead fell in step beside you, standing slightly behind you.

“What are you two doing here?” Archie asked, confused and concern lacing his voice.

“I-I…” You tried but fell short, feeling tears coming back. Immediately Archie took a step forward, concerned but Jughead stood in front of you. Glaring at Archie. Archie blinked, confused.

“What’s wrong? Y/N? Tell me, I promise that i’ll protect you" You scoffed, suddenly angry as you carefully stepped in front of Jughead. He regarded you with a concerned look but all you did was nod, reassuring him.

Archie stared desperately at you. 

“Archie… we’re through.” You said, confidence in your voice as you tried to hold down your tears. Archie’s shoulders slumped and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. 

“Wha- why?”

“Archie.. I know you cheated on me.” You confessed, laughing bitterly at yourself. “Hell, maybe you still are. But we are through. I am tired of the lies, the cancelling, i’m tired of the sneaking. I tried. I tried to be understanding. I even forgave you when you stood me up! But not anymore!” Archie’s surprised and guilty face fell on Jughead, almost angrily before turning to you with soft eyes. 

“Y-Y/N… I’m-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, staring at Archie clearly upset. You wiped pathetically at your tears. “With Ms. Grundy? Really, Archie? You’re… that’s so wrong. It doesn’t matter though, you’re none of my business anymore.” 

You went to step around Archie, but his hand shot out to grab you, a little too aggressively. You gasped, before another hand shot out and pushed Archie back. You easily recognized the figure as Jughead. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” 

Archie dropped his hands, taking a respect step back and you let out a breath you hadn’t know you’d been holding. Huffing. Jughead turned to you, allowing you to walk in front of him as he glared at Archie. Archie looked as if he was about to cry and you almost felt yourself breaking but you shook your head.

“I am sorry. Y/N.” You stopped, your back facing Archie as you whispered;  “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.”

Later, you found yourself sobbing against Jughead’s chest as he hugged you. You sniffled, wiping your tears as you pushed from the hug, staring at the tear stains on his jacket in shame. “I’m sorry…” You whispered ashamed.

Jughead shook his head, hesitantly letting his hand fall on your cheek so you were looking at him. “I’m pathetic.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

“I think you’re worth much more than that.” Jughead whispered. You stared up into his eyes, finding an emotion you’d never seen there before. And then suddenly his lips fell on yours and you were leaning against him as he pressed against you. You moaned into the kiss, allowing your hands to fall on his neck as he held your face.

When you pulled away, you were panting but smiling shyly up at Jughead who smirked back. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”

There ya guys go! Part 3?


Shiratori 3rd years’ current concerns in case any of you were still under the impression that these guys are anything different than absolutely ridiculous ✌️ (Wakatoshi has no concerns at all and somehow that’s even funnier to me?? haha)

Also tomorrow is Reon’s birthday! An early happy birthday to you you gorgeous nerd!!!

Title: Regret Message

FANDOM: Mystic Messenger
GENRE: Angst
PAIRING: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You
DISCLAIMER: This is written as reader/mc first-person basis. Post is word heavy.

a|n this is my entry for Day 2 of juminmcweek! it’s alrdy the 30th for me here my timezone sucks lolol. thank u so much for choosing to read this piece!


Two weeks ago since Chairman Han decided to send me home because I have never left Jumin’s side since the accident happened. And instead of getting a good night’s sleep, I turned to alcohol for help. I was drunk. It was a lonely night. This was the first time I have truly felt alone in my entire life. I was in rage because I felt like he would not be able to make it. How do I fucking live with that thought that one day, he won’t be with me anymore? It all happened too fast that I had no time to process everything. We have been married for 5 years. I have been practically living my life with him, by his side and only for him. My loneliness made me go over his things at our room when I got home. Tears were streaming down my face as I racked our closets, his drawers and every little thing I can spot that was his. I tried so hard not to forget his smell by grabbing a shirt and inhaling his natural musk that retained in it to be able to get a fraction of him alive inside me.

This fear that started to grow inside was the worst. He can’t die. He shouldn’t die. He had always fought for me, for us. He’s a strong man and I have always believed in him. I tried to look for anything that can make me remember that he’s alive and he’s going to wake up soon. It’s been two, painful weeks of waiting for his eyes to open … yet not a sign of recovery was seen. I am broken, torn and hysterical. I tried to get my hands on our photos - our wedding pictures, the frames that sat peacefully on our bedside table, the huge frame that hang just on top of our bed. Anything.

My heart constricted the more I see him smiling in every picture. The more memories of him flooded inside my mind, the more tortured of the situation I was. I miss him so much. His touch, his smell, his voice, his warmth. I threw everything I ever laid my hands on. I was practically thrashing our bedroom. I felt so much pain in my chest that I couldn’t breathe. Why did this happen? He said he’ll be back. And now he won’t wake up.

Dear Lord, you won’t take him away from me, right?

I am so scared. I can’t hide the fact that I can’t face this alone any longer. I have been shutting our friends off for days now. Nobody can talk to me properly. I just want my husband back, nothing else. I have been crying so much, in pain so much and depressed so much that I started throwing everything in sight and accidentally knocked a drawer open. I noticed it was the drawer where he all kept his ties. And to my surprise, a box that I am very unfamiliar of came into view.

In my drunken state, I tried to open the material that presented itself before me. I saw other things inside. Photos, letters, mementos, tickets, entries, everything that I am unfamiliar of. Every little thing inside the box was not related to me, but to my husband. When I raked a look at the photos, my knees started to tremble. It was photos of my husband with someone I know too well. Jihyun. Them, having a good time together. Them, holding hands. Them, sharing a drink. Vacation trips in places I don’t even know of. Souvenir photos of countries they visited together. Them, looking so in love. And then a brimming item caught my attention as it sat innocently on the floor. I picked it up and recognized it was a locket with the letter J engraved on it beautifully. I opened it and another batch of sobs engulfed me anew. For there, inside, was a photo of Jumin and Jihyun. They looked happy. They perfectly fit.

J? All this time, I thought the initial J was in relation for us or something that was from his childhood. I have seen it on every photograph of Jumin that was either framed or hanged. Now, everything makes sense. It was not him. Instead, it was for him.

It was for Jihyun.

I cried myself to sleep, hoping that this was all only a nightmare. A bad dream. But when I woke up and my foot pricked glass remnants of the photo frames I destroyed last night only then realization dawned on me. It was real. Everything was real.

I decided to clean myself up. After all, I am sober enough from everything that happened. I picked up the box and laid its contents on top of our bed. I called Chairman Han and told him I’d be gone for a few days so I can relax myself. I left our house together with the things that I discovered. I called the police and told them I’d be going to the station for anything that might have been found inside the car he’s in the day of the accident. Upon the pile of things that was presented before me, his mobile phone caught my attention.

Never have I thought that this day where I would be accessing his personal data would come. The gadget was deadso I decided to kill time and charge it to a nearby cafe from the police station. When it turned on, I started flipping through it until I found his notes. There was folder with a passcode in it. It took me a while to figure out the codes until I decided to type in the date of our marriage and to my surprise, it unlocked all of the contents inside.

There were entries and it was all addressed to me. These are what it said:


My lovely wife.

Tonight was the very first night we spent as newly weds. You do not know how happy I am because I now have you in my life. But I couldn’t help myself to wish even for a moment that you’re J. Don’t get me wrong, my chest is bursting in happiness as you laid down beside me on the same bed. Never have I felt true happiness when I can feel the beating of your heart this close. You are alive. You are breathing. And you are mine. I will always be faithful. I will always be yours. I will never look at anyone else but you. You are my wife as I am your husband.

I love you so much, my love.

Forever yours, Jumin.



I have never felt more guilty my entire life than this moment. Thoughts of J flooded my mind as I watched you cook breakfast for me this morning. My thoughts would always lead me back to him. I know, I understand and am fully aware of the circumstances. The things that happened could have happened for a reason. Yet, I still couldn’t let go of the what could have beens. Don’t get me wrong. I love you still. I am happy that I am with you and I am married to you. I have never been happier the day you told me you wanted to conceive. After all, I have no reason to feel blue at this moment. Our wedding anniversary is, after all, coming. I should be happy, yes.

September is our wedding month but every happy memory I have in September was always tuned out with every painful one I had. I have always thought that what if I have met J on a different circumstance? What if he had lived his life and led it differently? What if a time was permitted that there was an ‘us’ that happened? Though, as much as I’d love to indulge myself in that thought, it’s still too bad we didn’t and good that I hadn’t.

I have been fascinated with your new recipes, my love. It makes me want to run immediately back home to you each night that passes. I see no reason for you to cook since we have a chef, do we not? I do not want you to get tired of doing such trivial chores. Perhaps you’d want to pursue culinary? I will support you.

Forever yours, Jumin.


My love.

Tonight, I have never felt more alone. Last night was our second wedding anniversary and we had a fight. It was such a petty thing yet I know it’s not as what it seems. I know there’s nothing wrong with you. I know that it’s me. I promised myself not to think about J any longer. Believe me, my dear wife, I tried. I tried so hard to eradicate all memories I have with him. But whenever September comes, I couldn’t feel any happier. I know I should be happy. After all, it’s our wedding month. But it’s so fateful for it to fall on the day he was born. And I have never felt more alone with that thought that it’s also the same day he left.

Every painful emotions there ever was that was in relation with him all came flooding back. I am being unfair to you my love, I know. And there’s never a day that I wanted to ask you for your forgiveness. I heard you sang yourself to sleep last night. We had a fight and I couldn’t do it for you. Your voice sounded beautiful against the silence of the room and it broke my heart to hear you so sad. Are you as sad as I am in this marriage? For truly, I really am. What we have right now, I believe it’s real. The love I have for you is as real as it can get. But we are not in love. Perhaps, you’ve noticed it already? Oh, how this makes my heart ache.

Maybe we should try harder. Maybe we should just make everything about us. No one else should be in the picture. After all, you chose to grace me with your love. I promise I’d try harder on my end. We should stay together, forever.

Forever yours, Jumin.


My dearest wife.

Yet again, a day before our third anniversary, we had a fight. I am very sorry for raising my voice at you earlier. This house had just become too lonely with just two people in it. I have tried my dear, believe me, for you to be happy. But whenever September comes, memories of him would just flood my mind. It’s not you who’s at fault, per usual. It’s me. It’s always me. Oh, how unfair I have become to you. Forgive me. Tonight is just a J night. After all, it’s his birthday tomorrow. My heart aches for him. My heart longs for him. I know I promised you a child yet it didn’t happen. This is such a petty matter to fight over. After all, we’ve been married for 3 years already. Shouldn’t a child be a normal thing to plan for? Yet, no matter how hard I try to make this house a home, the emptiness in me would only pile up. I have been contemplating for months now to relay to you the story of my past. Yet, whenever I try, my tongue would just curl back to my mouth. J left me with so many memories. Memories that are too beautiful that remembering makes it hard to breathe. In this lifetime that I do not have him by my side, I have never been more thankful for your existence, my love. You make it easier for me to live each day. And I repay you by giving you a hard time. I am truly sorry for that. I apologize for my actions. And for that, I promise that I’ll make every second you spend with me worthwhile, my wife. No more J. No more lonely nights. No more thoughts of him. Just you and me.

P.S. You know me. I would never fuck you. I have always wanted to make love to you. To worship your body, to treat you as my queen, to kiss every wound my bullets caused. So that, each touch, each kiss, each sensation counts. And maybe, just maybe, this time, this house is finally a home for us. I promise you. I love you, still, even after the years.

Forever yours, Jumin.



How could you forget? Not a year were you able to fail to pay tribute to him. You are well aware that today, our wedding anniversary is his death anniversary and birthday as well. Every year, you did not fail to recount his memories with me. What the fuck? Just one day. One day of the year to remember him for only a small while yet you forgot. You’ve been friends with him as well, have you not? In fact, you two are close. We both are. Is it hard? It’s not like we often thought of him every day of our lives. He was like a best friend to you. A brother. A confidante.

Sometimes, I would always end up thinking … is our marriage even right? Was marrying each other even the right decision? You were the one who cried the most when he died. Was our marriage only to ease the loneliness we felt due to his loss? Jihyun. Jihyun was the one who had always brought us together. He’s the string that brought us closer. On that day, you were grieving with the kind of brother, best friend, confidante you never had in your life. I, too, was grieving for the lost of the person I have loved and treasured dearly. He loved you. He had loved me too and had loved me as much as I had loved him. Never in my entire life have I longed this much for him. How can I not be mad when you told me we should move on? Just one day, wife. A spare hour on a single day every year and you decide to just forget?

But I guess my anger got me better. You were ignorant. You didn’t know about me and him. You never knew there was me and him before us. This secret is something you should never know, love. A secret that I am sure Jihyun would not want you to know as well. I will bury this deep in my heart. I am sorry for today, my love. I will never know if forgetting him will truly help me move on. His death remains fresh and I have been in pain since. I could love you and Jihyun the same, yes? Unloving him was never an option I had to take. I could love him while I’m loving you. That’s what I’ve been doing for years now. How do you truly unlove a dead person by all means? You and him are too different. I cannot compare you to him just as much as I cannot compare the love I have for Jihyun and the love I have for you. Both are real.

I love you, Jihyun.

I love you just as much, my wife. I’m truly sorry for this day. Even though I promised it to be special. I’m truly sorry I lost my temper and got mad at you. I love you so much. I have never been more thankful for your understanding.

Forever yours, Jumin.


My lovely wife.

Today, I wanted to thank you. You have been very considerate of this marriage. I was surprised with the advanced anniversary gift you gave me. That trip was a breather for me as well. Never have I felt happy the day you told me that we should do our anniversary trip earlier so that on the day, we can reminisce and pay tribute to Jihyun more. Yet, it was achingly painful as well. For now, I have decided to truly forget him. To move on. I feel terrible for only giving you a fraction of me this whole time we have been together. After today, I promise to finally give all of me to you. You have been nothing else but patient, understanding and loving to me. Truly, I am guilty for not being able to provide you the kind of love you rightfully deserved.

Last night, I dreamed of Jihyun. And unlike all the other dreams I had with him, this time, he was saying goodbye. This is why I have fully decided now. I will give my all to you. You have been waiting for me for years now. The memory of him I have in my heart is enough. There is only one man and one woman in my life and that will never change. Today was indeed a wake up call. Especially when you tried your best for us to get married once more and renew our vows by a simple-themed beach wedding you planned. I have not told you, have I? That this beach we visited was a beach Jiyun and I frequented before. Maybe this is why I was able to dream of him saying goodbye. Coming back to this place was not one of my options, yet … it gave me the peace of mind I longed to have.

When you walked down the aisle hours ago, never have I been happier. You looked beautiful, even after the years taking a toll on your features. To me, you’re still the most wonderful woman in this earth. Looking at you only made me realize further how truly lucky I am for the heavens gave you to me, a broken and irreparable man. And I know it feels weird to be thanking Jihyun but I felt like thanking him this moment. I thank him for coming to my life as well and I am thankful he passed. He was the key for me to have you. I still love him and that will never change, however, my heart loves you as much and maybe even more as well, my wife. I love you forever and ever, even though that sounds truly ridiculous since forever does not exist.

I love you for the rest of my life, wife.

Forever yours, Jumin.


Dearest wife.

You might probably be mad at me right now. Do forgive me for not giving you any notice of my disappearance. I have specifically told Driver Kim not to tell you anything about this small trip of mine. I went back to the beach where we renewed our vows and the place Jihyun and I frequented a lot before so I can properly say goodbye to him. I know it shouldn’t be the place but it was at that place I dreamed of him going away peacefully.

This will also be the very last entry I will be writing about him. From now on, the entirety of me will only be yours, my love. This will also be the very last entry I will have on this note and lock everything away for good. It’s raining right now and I believe I must return before sundown. I heard there’s a storm coming over. I will be home soon. I will be back to you. Do not miss me too much.


Do forgive me for not writing to you as much as before. On the day of our anniversary, your birthday and death, She and I decided to commemorate you and I have decided it will be the last time. This is a gift she rightfully deserves on our fifth wedding anniversary. Even though she told me it’ll be a day about you, I have planned it to be more different. I wanted to say goodbye. I have so many things left unsaid to you and I believe it will remain that way for the rest of my life.

I truly have no idea if she had a clue that I was not giving her my everything on this marriage. But how could she? She did not even have the slightest idea that there are empty parts of me that needs to be filled. This was a marriage that I believed only sparked because we were both heartbroken about your departure. But I guess you did bring us together. I am still, to this very day, heartbroken about the fact that you are gone. You are after all, an irreplaceable person in my life. I have loved you dearly but I realized that this heart is beating and alive for her. I have come to love my wife more. I truly, deeply, irrevocably love her with all my heart that she deserves every beautiful thing in this world. She never left my side. She was patient. She was understanding. It took me years to see that but I guess you prompted me to see it as well. You had that in you, of course, as always. I will be locking every memory I have of you, every memory I have of us.

This marriage happened so fast it caught me off guard but she patiently waited for me to warm up. She encouraged me. She had been my pillar. And for that, I am giving her every part of me. I am surrendering myself on her care. Maybe I will never be able to tell her about us. But I will keep our memories together, locked up, forever. You are, after all, one of my most treasured persons.

There were days I wished that you never left. But even though you are not a part of this world any longer, I now know that it doesn’t make me love you less. I still love you, however, it’s not like before anymore. The love I feel for you is now different. After all, you are my first love and you will always be a part of me. Thank you for everything.

Goodbye, Jihyun. Rest well.


My wife, the love of my life.

This is a letter I doubt you’ll be able to read. But if you do come across this one day, then, I am sorry for everything. You might not understand the reasons I had before and I would truly like to refrain myself from indulging you further but if you reached this far, reading, then you probably know. I will make it up to you no matter how I find myself able to do so. These past years was a rough road. I have not realized that I have been truly unfair to you. I am not giving you my whole. You only saw glimpses of me, of what we could have become in those years. I am sorry for putting you in the pedestal. I kept giving you promises only to break them constantly. Yet, you have never thought twice of giving this man the love I am too sure I do not deserve. You held nothing in your eyes but love and adoration. Not once did I see resentment and regrets in those beautiful eyes of yours.

I am letting go a part of me that existed for so long. And I am welcoming a new part of me that I should have welcomed a long time ago. You never left my side, my love and now I do not know what should I do if you decided to leave in the middle of it. Now, I have finally realized the gift given to me that I have been obviously ignoring. You, my wife, the gift of the heavens for a lowly man like me. I thank you for choosing me. I thank you for putting me back together. And now, I will finally become whole for you. And I will do my best to make the house a home. For home is not a home without you.

I will love you twice as much as I did before. You are my everything. You are my end and my beginning. I want no one else but you by my side for the rest of my waking days.

Wait for me, my love. I am coming back to you whole.

Forever yours, Jumin.

It took me days to finish everything on his notes. It took all of my guts to continue reading the painful truth about our marriage. And as I read those notes, I don’t know what I should feel. The pain was becoming more evident each second that passed. Tears were clouding my vision as I sat with my shattered heart on the very sands of the beach where we renewed our vows. I know it’s wrong to be prying his privacy open but I don’t know if I should be happy or not with what I’ve just discovered. It felt as if the 5 years we had never existed. Should I be thankful that Jihyun died? Am I the antagonist of this story? Was I too selfish? Sure, I was truly lonely. I was in pain the day Jihyun died as well. 

But is it my fault I didn’t know the pain you felt yourself, Jumin? Is it my fault that I was ignorant of everything? Is it my fault I was too insensitive with what you’re going through with his death? With what was going on in front of my eyes? I wanted to scream at your face and tell you that every pain you went through was your own fault because you didn’t tell me! I would have let you go if you did! But as I look at our pictures together, our years together, every struggles and prizes in life we both went through, I realized that you and I are family. That’s not a lie, right? You are my home. You are my husband and I am your wife. And home is anywhere with you in it. I love you so much, my husband. I will do everything I can to make sure you never regret every waking moment you get to spend with me … so please, open your eyes.

I will love you more and more each day. I will nurse the pain and take it away. Just don’t ever leave me. Don’t leave my side. Don’t leave me alone.

I promise I will not take his memories away from you. Just please, wake up. Wake up from that hospital bed, Jumin. Wake up and come back to me. Dear heavens, why did you let me discover all of this? Is there a purpose why I have stumbled across this truth? Did you purposely make me discover that he did not love me as much as I love him? That right now, when he was finally able to realize that he loves me so much, you try and take him away from me?

I won’t lie to you Jumin, I got mad when I discovered everything. But that anger is nothing compared to the love I have for you! Just please wake up and come home with me, to me, to where we both belong!

I will do everything, anything I can just for him to wake up. Please … wake up, my husband. Jumin, you promised, right? You promised you’d come back home to me. I will wait for you no matter how many years I have to! I vowed on that church, on that day, with you … Please …

Just please give him another chance, I pray to you. Give us another chance. Jumin, my love, open your eyes. I couldn’t take any more pain. My heart can only take too much before it finally breaks. This is all too blinding. I have so many things I still want to do with you! Please, wake up! Wake up and come back to me … oh god. Say your lines on these notes in front of my face. Tell it to me straight that you’ll finally be whole again when you are with me!

I will be waiting.


I realized, no matter how much I scream, want and pray for someone to stay, they will, if fate and time permits. If the heavens gives a go signal but fate has something else in store for you, no matter how much you wanted that thing, no matter how much you wished for that thing, it will never be yours.

And that moment was when I came back only to be greeted with the line that I didn’t ask for and the draw of his very last breath.

I shouldn’t have spent all my days away with him. I shouldn’t have discovered the truth. I shouldn’t have left …

Now, it’s too late …
Everything is broken …

Oh, how I hate birthdays.

Surprises (Avengers x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by caps-bucky

(( gif not mine - it scares me slightly wth ))

(A/n): Broo, I have not written for Marvel in so long fuck

Request:  A Marvel request, this time: Reader is the youngest of the Avengers and they all see her as a little sister. She has written a fantasy novel and shyly asked Steve to read it. With her birthday approaching, Steve decides to illustrate her story while Tony sets everything in motion to publish it as soon as the Reader gives her Okay. On her birthday, they present her with a beautifully bound and illustrated copy of her novel. Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Fluff bois


(Y/n)’s hair wasn’t made, but it still bugged her that Sam just had to go a ruffle it more.

“Morning, squirt.” the dark man chuckled “Thought of anything you want for your birthday yet?”

She mumbled something in reply, waddling to her spot at the large oval table. It’s dark stained wood easy for morning eyes.

“Sam sit’own, it’s time to eat!” Tony barked.

The avenger complied, forgetting about the girls lack of response, and claimed his chair across from Bucky and next to Steve. The rest of everyone else were already situated in their respective spots.

Eggs and bacon, waffles and orange juice were dished out. Idle words charmed the morning air between bites and swallows.

Something like this was common but never common enough. All of them had contradicting schedules so a sit down of this sort was highly valued. Even if when (Y/n)’s eyes glided across the table and could only see other sets of tired ones to match hers; they would always be paired with genuine, dopey morning smiles as well.

“Anything new with anyone?” Natasha asked generally, sipping her black coffee.

“There’s this publisher-” Tony uttered with his mouth stuffed full of bacon scraps “He’sh a real big fwan of Iron Man. Said if I evar haff any books I wan’ published, to call ‘em.”

“Oh, really?” Steve commented “That’s nice of him.”

“Sure was,” the brunette swallowed and laughed “but I don’t exactly have any raw manuscripts lying around in need of publishing.”

“I think I might actually tell him thanks but no thanks.” Tony finished with a swig of his juice.

“Well, I find it odd to offer a billionaire inventor a publishing job.” Bruce chimed.

He and Steve both stood to clear their plates, taking anyone else’s that asked.

“Umh, Steve?” (Y/n) spoke up. She gently rose herself from her chair, swiping her plate up with her.

“Hmm?” the soldier hummed in response.

He was manning the sink, stringing up a hand as the girl approached him; wanting her plate. Though Steve didn’t take a second to glance her way, the small team member still willingly gave up her plate.

“Do you mind coming up to my dorm after we clean up. Please?” (Y/n) asked.

Though a moment of silence, Steve did eventually agree.

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Soon after the first meal of the day was cleared, the two team mates met in the arranged location.

(Y/n) opened the door softly to allow Steve in, then just as gently, shut it behind him.

“I only wanted you up here to show you something small I’ve been working on.” she said, shuffling to her bedside table for a moment.

Steve bore confused eyes but had them complimented with a welcoming smile. He watched as (Y/n) took out a bound mess of papers, some splotched with inky dots.

“I ah- well I wrote a small novel. It’s a fantasy of sorts…” the girl trailed off.

Steve held out a hand to take the papers from (Y/n). She seemed hesitant before releasing them.

“You wrote all this?” He asked after flipping across some pages.

Steve saw her nod quaintly.

“I just- Tony was talking about the publisher,”

When (Y/n) began to speak, the soldier started to read some of the paragraphs.

“and that reminded me that I was going to show you this. I was going to do it sooner, but I didn’t want to waste any of your work time so I thought maybe now would be good…”

Her words fell short for a few moments before she finished with “That and.. I was never very confident in this story. I love it dearly but I don’t have much courage for it…”

“How long have you been writing this?” Steve questioned “I’m really impressed. You are seriously talented…”

The girl went silent for several seconds before replying with a small grin.

“You can take it with you to read fully, if you’d like.”

Steve smiled back down at her “Can I really?”

“Of course.”

❆   ❆   ❆

Later on in week, Steve was hauled up in his dorm, reading and re-reading the story. He absolutely loved the creative characters that (Y/n) was able to bring to life just by using words. The story plot itself was hypnotizing to him.

“Hey, hey, capcicle.” Tony called from behind Steve’s closed door “You alive?”

“Yeah, yeah come in.”

The brunette entered soundly and said “What have you been doing. You’ve been in here for like two weeks..?”

Steve looked up to the man at the door, eyes tracing his face briefly. Then it struck him, a small idea.

“Well I’ve been reading… this story that (Y/n) wrote.” He spoke softly.

Tony looked as though he was about to laugh.

“(Y/n) writes?” the billionaire scoffed “Sounds dumb.”

“Hey,” Steve hissed “she’s is actually intensely talented.”

Tony sighed from Steve’s retaliation and fummbled with his words for a few moments, studying at the others face.

His eyes squinted softly.

“What do you want from me?”

Steve grinned, a small glint in his eyes as the gears in his mind worked together.

“I’m glad you asked.”

The blond took away several minutes to explain to Tony what he wanted done. He chose his words cautiously, allowing all his excitement bleed through his statements.

He told the billionaire about how he desired to illustrate her work in full colour and how maybe this would be their chance at a birthday surprise.

After a while of listening to the soldier speak, Tony stopped him with a brisk shake of his palm.

“You want me to take up the deal with the publisher, and have (Y/n)’s novel published without her overall consent?”

Steve stood with square shoulders, slightly taken aback. He chanced his voice “Yep.”

The opposite male didn’t take the opportunity to hide his flashing smirk.

“Well then, you have yourself a deal.”

❆   ❆   ❆

The next half of the month was spent with Steve and Tony slyly avoiding (Y/n). Steve wasn’t himself a good liar, but he was still able to coax the young hero into letting him keep the book for a while longer.

(Y/n) was no doubt happy that someone took extensive interest in her works. But, even now she could tell that Steve was beating around the bush.

As of the current, the girl was trying to find Steve to maybe interrogate him.

“Oh hey, (Y/n)!” a voice pulled at her.

She came face to face with Tony.

“Hey, Tony.” (Y/n) smiled “do you happen to know where Steve is?”

Tony charmed the girl with a smile of his own “I sure do.” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, that’s good. Mind showing m–”

“Right this way, my dear.”

Tony had turned around and started walking down the corridor. (Y/n) abruptly followed him.

It wasn’t long before both their steps sunk through the space with nothing else opposing them.

“Wait, Tony- if you are leading me to a surprise party, it’s a little early.” the girl spoke wearily.

“Pff- I know your birthday is tomorrow. I’m not the stupid one.” Tony answered. He twisted himself into a sudden right turn, entering the lounge.

There stood a solid Captain America, he had a smile manipulating his features.

“Hey Steve!” Tony called in a bright tone “Fancy meeting you here.”

Steve and (Y/n) both chuckled and Tony stepped out of the way of the two.

The girl approached the blond male.

“Steve, do you happen to have my manuscript on you?” She asked, looking his directly in his face “You would probably be done reading it over by now…”

Steve’s smile broadened and Tony snickered soundly.

“Yeah sure, here.”

From behind his back, Steve produced a beautiful leather bound, printed copy of the small girl’s story. It made (Y/n)’s eyes widen in pure shock.


(Y/n) read and re-read the title many times before she put together the piece that this was really her book. Her pride and joy in one official copy, just handed to her.

Not missing a beat, her swiped the book from the soldier’s hand and opened it wide. Immediately (Y/n) was clad with bright eyes as she viewed the images corresponding with everything she had put in words.

Two questions crossed her mind, and she gazed up at the two men before her.

“Is this mine?” she asked first.

Tony laughed and Steve did as well. Only briefly before both nodding.

“Is this.. is this published?” she questioned again. Her smiling lips framed her eyes that were hastily growing misty.


I am glad I got this done gosh diddily darn

He Forgot Your Birthday

Harry hadn’t meant to forget her birthday. He was always really good at remembering important dates, her birthday, graduation, doctor appointments, everything and anything. But for some reason he slipped and assumed it was next week, his days were all thrown off. He hadn’t noticed until nine pm, the whole day she didn’t mention it.

She didn’t mention it in the morning when he said he was going to be out, she didn’t mention it when she asked him if he would come home for dinner, she didn’t mention it when he called to say he was going to show up later than expected. She just didn’t say anything, and Harry felt like an ass.

It wasn’t like Harry even went to work, no, he went out with Mitch and Kendall Jenner. The three had spent the day shopping, grabbing lunch, and shopping some more. They laughed, hung out, and Harry had invited them back to the house. He texted Y/N to let them know that they would have company, and she still didn’t mention it. She just stated that she was going to bed and asked for them to clean up.

“Is Y/N going to join us for a drink?” Mitch asked, sitting in the living room.

“No, she’s in bed,” Harry said, handing them a beer.

He sits on the couch, crossing his legs and slumping into the cushions, “oh I love her,” Kendall smiled, “but she should come down and join us!”

The three keep talking, until Mitch says something making Harry toss his head back and laugh. They hadn’t realized how loud they were being until Y/N walked downstairs, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was a mess, a silk robe hiding her body from all of them. She yawned, peaking at the clock, it was one am.

“Let’s go to a club!” Kendall says, smiling, “oh Y/N! You’re up! You can join us!”

“Hi baby,” Harry smiled, standing and walking towards her, kissing her softly.

“Hi,” Y/N smiled, “how was your day out?”

“It was so fun, you should’ve joined us,” Harry says, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she says, leaning into him and yawning.

“Did you go out with your family or something?” Mitch asked.

“No I just watched some telly,” Y/N says, walking over to pick up the empty beer cans, none of them seemed drunk and she was thankful.

Kendall gasped, “you stayed in and watched TV on your birthday instead of coming out with us, I’m offended,” she says.

Harry freezes, the smile on his face dropping, all the excitement he felt vanished. It was now one am, meaning yesterday, the whole day he spent with his friends and not Y/N was her birthday. He hadn’t said happy birthday to her, he hadn’t spent a single hour with her, he didn’t make her breakfast or watch a movie with her, he had forgotten.

“I’m not a big fan of celebrating birthdays,” Y/N says, walking to the kitchen, “but you guys go on ahead to the club. I’m going to head back to bed.”

Kendall frowned, “okay, but can I take you out for lunch on Friday?” she asked.

“Of course,” Y/N smiled, walking back into the common room and hugging her, “I’ll call you.”

“Happy birthday,” Mitch says, hugging her.

Y/N giggled, hugging him back. She loved Mitch, but he always sounded to bored and tired. Kendall tucked her hair behind her ear, “are you coming Harry?”

“You can go if you want,” Y/N says sweetly, fixing her robe.

Harry shakes his head, and it’s evident to everyone in the room that he’s upset. Kendall nods, not pushing it and says her goodbye’s, Mitch following behind her. Harry runs a hand through his hair, looking at Y/N who sits on the couch.

“I am so sorry,” Harry whispered, “I’m so stupid, I didn’t-I don’t even know how I let it happen.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N giggled as he sat next to her, “I just did laundry and ate some food, nothing wild. You know I hate celebrating my birthday.”

“Still,” Harry frowned, “I went out all day. I’m a shit boyfriend-“

“You’re not, we all make mistakes Harry, and it’s not like we had plans,” Y/N says, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“But it’s your birthday,” Harry whispered, kissing the top of her head, “I didn’t make you breakfast or anything.”

“It’s alright, I promise,” Y/N squeezes his hand, “how about tomorrow it’s just us. You can cook me brunch, we can lay in the pool, watch movies, and just relax.”

“Yeah, of course, I’m so sorry-“

“Harry it’s okay,” she sits up, smiling at him, “really. We spent the last two weeks together and you have a life outside of us, we didn’t make plans, I don’t like celebrating, I’m not upset, I promise you.”

“Okay,” Harry sighed.

Y/N stands, holding his hand, “now will you please come upstairs and let me be the small spoon for once,” Y/N asked, tugging him up.

“Fine, only ‘cause I forgot your birthday,” Harry said.

Don’t Need Candles and Cake

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

Summary: You and Steve have been dating in secret for a little while now, but what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t give him a nice present during his birthday barbecue? 

Word Count: 3.6k


“Tony, that’s really unnecessary. Everyone’s tired, let’s just relax all day tomorrow. I really don’t want a big thing.”

“Oh, c’mon, we can’t not celebrate. You only turn 99 once, Capsicle!” Tony smirked up at him from his seated position on the quinjet, his cheek beginning to form a nasty-looking bruise which, in Steve’s opinion, is yet another article of proof as to why they shouldn’t have a party tomorrow. This past mission was no one’s idea of simple.

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prettypettypansexual  asked:

SO I HAD A THOUGHT AND IM GIVING IT TO YOU BECAUSE YOURE THE BEST!!! So any soulmate au where once the youngest one turns 18 you find out who the other is OK SO the day before his, Enjolras decides he doesn't want his life dictated by pre-determined rules, so he impulsively marries his boyfriend, Grantaire. As soon as they wake up the next morning, they see that [enter whatever soulmate au: tattoos, quotes, whatever] matches.

[Shhh, you’ll make me blush. I’ve never written a soulmark au! Here it goes:]

“Are you really sure about this?” Jehan asks doubtfully.

Yes,” Enjolras says firmly.

“Believe me, Jehan,” Combeferre says with a slight grimace. “This is already the toned down version of this plan.”

“He wanted to get married, today,” Grantaire says, grinning lovingly at his obstinate boyfriend.

“Isn’t there a two week waiting period after you register a marriage?” Jehan frowns.

“Yes, yes there is,” Combeferre says. “And with good reason.” That earns him a scoff from Enjolras.

“So tattoos it is,” Grantaire grins widely.

“Alright,” Jehan laughs. “I do think it’s super sweet.”

Enjolras gives them an enquiring look. “You don’t approve though,” he says. He doesn’t sound accusing or resentful, he’s just asking.

Jehan hums vaguely, putting the appropriate paperwork down in front of their friends. “I have good reason to be fond of soulmarks,” they say and their hand absentmindedly passes across their heart. Just above the low collar of their shirt the top of the letter M is visible. “But you guys were obviously meant to be together.” They smile. “And chosen soulmarks… That’s just too romantic for me to object to. I love it.”

Enjolras looks content and Grantaire grins. They sign the paperwork and hand it back to Jehan.

“Right!” Jehan beams. “Let’s get you ready for some ink then.”

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Every Cave in Skyrim
  • Some fucking bandit dude:
  • Dear diary, my name is Nordsly McStabberson and my roving gang of assholes discovered this sweet ass abandoned cave in the mountains in the middle of goddamn no where, it seems like a good place to set up base. Bertha stationed one guy with the shittiest bow and arrows we could find out at the entrance to tell passerby's 'Thats close enough' if anyone happens to be scaling the side of a mountain. Its my birthday tomorrow and we will celebrate with generic off brand nord mead and boiled creme treats. TFFN <3 Nordsly.
  • It's me again Diary. Birthday was great! Nael Pinebrooktreelover the wood elf got me 2 iron daggers and a set of baked potatoes, just what I always wanted. We've been here in this stinking freezing wet cave for a few weeks and at night I've noticed weird sounds coming from inside the walls. Like...wailing? A sort of unholy otherworldly shrieking, as if the souls of a hundred damned men are screeching in unison for freedom of their wretched rotting prisons.Clawing. Grasping. Blindly searching in the darkness to rid themselves of their curse. I dunno. No biggie. Bertha told me to stop worrying and keep digging. I am sure nothing could go wrong.

“Heirs: The Last Supper” (Chapter 6)  - [A Jeremy Irons/Tom Hiddleston/Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans story].

Written by: A.Wölf.

Previous chapter(s): 1: “Heirs: The Scent of Revenge”.  // 2: “Tiptoed love”. // 3. “Family Bonding”. // 4. “Wine Bath”.  // 5. “The 13th Stranger”. 

Notes: It’s good to be bad back.


Sebastian tossed and turned all night long until the eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach made him kick the sheet off the bed in a grudging manner.

He sat up and covered his face with his hands, briefly, before slicking his hair back as if that would cure the migraine that had his eyeballs tainted with red. The light of the rising sun filtered through the curtain, and he couldn’t help but stare as fear crept up his spine, accentuating his restlessness. All of his ambitions seemed to be slipping off his hands and it was driving him insane. But his lover knew that, she could sense it, and the only thing that eased him was the feeling of her arms wrapping themselves around his naked chest as she sat up behind him.

She rested her chin on his right shoulder and both of them stared out the window in silence for one minute until Sebastian glanced at her with a determined look she returned. It was a silent oath sealed with a rough kiss; they’d do anything to get what they wanted and no one would stand in their way.

Jeremy and Tom boarded the train to London.

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