but then one day he works up the courage

Unexpected Exchange

Oh, hello. Am I actually posting something? Close to five months, soon.  I was going to post an update to Beloved Jewel, but due to length /how much goes on in that chapter, it was postponed. So, I decided to go with the AU I talked about (one of them) awhile back. Ok, enough rambling. Let’s get started.

Furihata Kouki admires Akashi Seijuro from afar, but has never had the courage to talk to him. That is, until one day when the object of his affection walks into the shop he works in. But it’s not for the reason Furihata might have hoped for, and the visit ends up shattering every dream he’s ever had.

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Tags, if not viewed on Ao3: AU, !Jewelry-Sales-Rep Kouki!, One Sided Pining (?)

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Me: Okay brain, what new fic ideas do you have for me today? I’m thinking angst.

Brain: Oh, I’ve got a great one! How about Marinette finds out that Adrien is Chat Noir and finally works up the courage to confess her feelings to him. Of course, he doesn’t know she’s Ladybug so he rejects her as kindly as possible. Marinette, in a moment of panic, admits that she’s Ladybug to him but he doesn’t believe her. The next day, Chloe (having overheard the last part of their conversation) starts berating her in front of the whole class for claiming that she’s Ladybug just to win Adrien’s affections.


Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.

We’re Engaged

Pairing: Lams

Modern AU

Warnings: maybe swearing, i don’t remember

Word count: 989

A/N: i wrote this forever ago and just never posted it. this is kinda to celebrate both 200 and 300 followers (what the heck). thank you all so much for your support!! i love each and every one of you!!



All day, Alex had been trying to work up the courage, and he had reached a conclusion.

He could not do this.

John was in the other room, getting ready for their date. Alex pulled out the little velvety box from the inside of his jacket. He opened it and stared at the ring that seemed to be taunting him.

He absolutely could not do this.


John was so nervous that he literally felt like he was going to explode.

He reached in his pocket and felt the small box that contained the biggest risk of his life.

Alex was in the other room, waiting for John, so he felt safe in taking it out and studying the ring that would either catapult him to total happiness or drag him down into rejection and shame.

All of John’s nervous energy was making him feel shaky.


Alex texted Lafayette.

To: Laf

I can’t do this. I can’t.

Alex clicked his phone off and stuffed the ring back inside his jacket. He stood up and began anxiously pacing the living room. His phone buzzed.

From: Laf

Yes, mon ami, you can. He loves you and you’ve been dating forever.

Alex exhaled. He typed out Only a year and two months and hit send, starting to pace again.


John texted Hercules.

To: Hercules Muffin Man

Why did you let me get the ring and everything? I can’t ask him.

John pulled on a hoodie that was probably Alex’s and put the ring box into the front pouch. His phone chimed with a reply.

From: Hercules Muffin Man

I let you buy the ring because I know he’ll say yes.

John’s hands were starting to feel the effects of his nerves and he had to try three times before sending, There’s still a possibility that he’ll say no.


“John? You ready to go?” Alex called. He took a deep breath and bent over to retie his shoelaces, letting the blush on his face fade away. Lafayette had replied with He looks at you like you’re heaven on earth. Don’t reply. Do it. He desperately wanted to take his friend’s advice, but something was holding him back for whatever stupid reason.

“Yeah,” John said, coming out from their bedroom. Alex stared intently at his shoes as a sudden realization hit him. If John said no, he didn’t know if he could go on anymore. He needed John in his life.

That was why he was so hesitant to ask, for fear of ruining everything.

The ring box in his jacket seemed to get hotter, more insistent that he ask.

He couldn’t.


John grabbed a pair of shoes for himself, slipping them on and tying the laces. The ring box almost fell out of his hoodie’s pouch and his adrenaline spiked crazily, but thankfully it stayed put.

The train ride to the restaurant was torturous. It was too loud to talk but there was so much he wanted to say.


Alex wanted to ask John so badly. He wanted to marry this man, wake up to him every morning, adopt a kid, have a whole life together.

But there was a little nagging worry in the back of his head that John would say no.

“Alex?” John asked.

“Yeah?” Alex responded, not looking up from his food.

“I love you.”

Alex looked up. John was toying nervously with the strings of a hoodie that Alex was positive did not belong to John, but at the moment he didn’t care. Love filled his heart and he fell just that little bit more for this perfect man. “And I love you.”


Alex loved him. Alex would probably not publicly embarrass John by saying no in front of everyone.

John still couldn’t ask.

They went for a walk. The park was well-lit, with tall lamps casting pools of yellow over the grass and cement path. Shadows found their way in where the light didn’t quite meet, and in one of the larger gaps of shadow was where John suddenly found himself stuck to the ground.

He wasn’t actually physically stuck, of course, but something in his brain told him to stop there.

“John? You okay?” Alex asked, backtracking. “You didn’t eat anything funny, did you? You’re not allergic to anything that we ate–”

“Um. No. I’m fine. One question, though.” John reached into his hoodie pocket and nervously pulled out the box.

“What’s that?” Alex asked, peering down at John’s hands.

John got down on one knee.


“I, uh, um, we’ve been dating for a while, and I really love you, and, uh, I was wondering…”

John’s voice trailed off at Alex’s surprised expression, and he gulped when Alex shook his head.

“No way,” Alex breathed, pulling his box out of his jacket. “You beat me to it.”
John’s mouth fell open, and Alex smiled at how absolutely adorable his boyfriend looked in that moment.

John struggled for a second and then opened the box. “Alexander Hamilton, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” Alex said. He opened his own box. “John Laurens, will you marry me?”

“Duh! Yes! I love you, you idiot,” John said, getting up and tackling Alex in a hug.


After they’d kissed a few times, John slid the engagement ring onto Alex’s ring finger, and Alex slid the engagement ring onto John’s ring finger. John could feel happy tears starting to well up and kissed Alex again.

They went back to their apartment, hand in hand, and once they got inside, John kissed Alex again.

“I took a risk,” John whispered, his face only millimeters from Alex’s.

“It paid off,” Alex whispered back, and then he closed that final distance.

Later, when they were in bed, Alex fell asleep on John’s shoulder, and John smiled widely up at the ceiling.

He was engaged to the love of his life, and he knew he was the happiest person on earth.


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The Florist & The Artist. \\ m.g.c.

Word Count: 1,173

sidenote: i don’t really like this one soz

Your parents would straight up murder you if they had any idea who you spent your days admiring. They, of course, had no control over your life anymore; you were a legal adult, you were eighteen. That still didn’t seem to mean any different to you, as you still highly valued their opinion on people that you could possibly, maybe see yourself dating.

That is, if you ever worked up the courage to actually hold a decent conversation with him.

Michael worked in the tattoo parlour across the street, a generally busy place with enough traffic every single day to put your poor little flower shop to shame. That being said, you still got business, and one of those people who provided you with business just so happened to be Michael.

You spent your days anxiously waiting for him to come strolling in, as he so often did, with a drawing pad and pen in hand, greeting you just the same as he would any other acquaintance. That’s all you were, and all you figured you would ever be, to him — an acquaintance.

He had fully explained his reasoning for a punk-looking guy like him to want to come in a flower shop (besides firmly stating that she shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover as he looked over her shocked facial expression), asking for permission — which came as a real shock for you to hear someone covered in tattoos asking for permission for anything, though you reminded yourself of his words just seconds before — to sit in your shop and draw a few of your flowers; he called it practise, claiming he was horrid at doing flower tattoos.

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You weren’t really a people person, and for the majority of your life that was never an issue, but ever since you moved into your new apartment building you wished you were. 

You had a small crush on one of your neighbors, he was cute and a bit dorky, he was constantly wearing t-shirts with pop culture references and seeing them always brightened your day a little bit. 

You always wanted to talk to him, to have a conversation that consists of a lot more than ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’ but you just couldn’t muster up the courage to do so.

Today you were in the basement of the apartment complex working on your laundry for the coming week; that was when he walked in. He had a basket full of dirty clothes under one arm and a chocolate bar in the other. 

“Hi.” You said offering him a polite smile. 

“Hey.” He replied with a smile of his own. 

The two of you were the only two in the basement and with neither of you talking it was a bit awkward.

“So you like the Flash huh?” He asked as he noticed the big symbol on your shirt. 

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool.” You told him, your mind was racing trying to figure out what else you could contribute to the conversation; thankfully you didn’t need to. 

“What do you think of his suit?” He asked sounding eager to know your response. 

“It’s pretty awesome, a bit too dark of a red in my opinion, but it’s still amazing.” You told him. 

“Really, you think it’s too dark?” He asked.

“Yeah, the tone of his outfit reminds me of the Green Arrow and Speedy, maybe they all share the same costume designer.” You joked. 

“Maybe.” He said with a laugh. 

“But honestly I’d kill to have that job, designing all their costumes, that’d be amazing.” You said 

The two of you talked for bout another hour until your load was done. You were out of clothes to wash, which kind of bummed you out since you wanted to talk to him some more. 

“Well I’ll see you around Cisco.” You said shooting him a warm smile. 

“Maybe we can get coffee sometime.” Cisco piped up. 

“Yeah, that’d be great, let me give you my number.” You said as he handed you his phone. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” You said before walking out of the laundry room.

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Cold Tea

Prompt: HIII!!! Welcome new blog! Can I request a genji X reader where he and the reader are best friends and one day while drinking tea, he finally works up the courage to take off his face plate in front of her? Thanks love!

A/N: Sorry, I couldn’t help but add angst.

Shoutout to @fuzzynumz for helping me write this.

A shout from the room adjacent to yours rouses you from the book you find yourself immersed in. Throwing yourself to your feet, you bolt out of your room, knocking frantically on Genji’s door. You hear a shuddering breath before a shaky voice calls out in an attempt to reassure you. “I- I’m fine.” 

“Bullshit,” You mutter as you gently crack open the door. A sliver of light from the hallway dimly illuminates the room, revealing the man in question sitting up on the bed, a pillow clutched tightly to his chest. He looks up when you enter, and you see the lights of his visor brighten momentarily in acknowledgement. 

Padding over to the bed, sitting on the edge, you reach over, laying a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “Another nightmare?” you ask gently.He gives an almost imperceptible nod, and you let out a long sigh in response. 

“C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen,” you murmur quietly, grabbing his hand and tugging him to his feet. Still quivering ever so slightly, he follows you to the kitchen, clutching your hand like a lifeline. You gesture for him to sit at the table as you put a kettle on the stove, setting the water to boil. You grab two mugs and head over to the table, placing down the two cups. He automatically reaches for one, gazing down at it as he absentmindedly drums his fingers against the side. A whistle from the kettle seems to startle him and his hand knocks against the mug. 

You add the tea bags and head over to join Genji at the table. “Mug,” you murmur, gesturing to the kettle. He compliantly holds out his cup, and you pour the tea. Once both mugs are full, you settle next to him on the bench. A silence falls once again. 

This had become a common occurrence, you were sad to say. Nightmares had begun to plague the cyborg, and though more often than not it woke you up, you found it hard to mind when it often left him so obviously shaken. You had taken to coaxing him out of his room, offering him tea, though it was more for the gesture, since he never drank it. 

“Genji,” you begin quietly. “I know you’ve forgiven him for what he did, but if having him on the team, in the same building is going-”

“It’s not that.” You can’t help but startle at the sudden response.

“Then what is it?” you ask worriedly, reaching out and placing a hand on his back. You begin to rub soothing circles on his back, attempting to calm his slight trembling. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“You were there. In the nightmare I mean.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “We were on a mission, in Hanamura. There was an ambush, too many Talon operatives. They- They got you. I was too late to save you. You died, Y/N. I lost you.”

“Genji, I’m okay. I’m- You’re not going to lose me.” You feel helpless here, unsure of what to do or how to reassure him. 

He seems unconvinced, if anything, he’s even more distraught. “But what if I do?! What if a mission comes along where I can’t save you? I- I don’t think I’d be able to take it!”

You choose your next words carefully. “Genji… I can’t promise I won’t get hurt.  We work in Overwatch. Those are just the risks of the job.” You try to reason. “Every agent knows what they’re signing up for. Every agent faces the same risk. It’s what we do.”

Your words once again have the opposite of the desired effect. He seems even more stressed out, shrugging off the hand that had been rubbing his back, instead angling his body to face you. “That’s not what I meant!” He seems even more frustrated, as if desperate for you to understand something. He reaches behind his head, fumbling with the catch for a moment before finally unlocking it. A hissing sound can be heard as air escapes the confines of his mask. He reaches up and grasps the faceplate, tugging it off and setting it on the table. 

You can’t help but breathe in sharply for a moment, ‘He’s finally taking off his mask. I’ve never seen his face before, except in pictures. I can’t believe he trusts me enough tor remove the faceplate.’ His face doesn’t look much different from the pictures did, though he does have a few jagged scars that span across the expanse of his jaw and cheeks. His eyes meet yours, and they’re positively blazing with barely contained emotion. He scoots closer so that your knees bump and his hands grasp your own. His eyes still hold the sheen of unshed tears gleaned from discussing his nightmare, and his distress is made obvious by the way he hunches over, moving his face to hover mere inches from yours.

“It’s not the same! You’re not just any agent! I- I can’t lose you, Y/N. Of course I care about everyone else. I just- It’s different! You’re different! I can’t lose you!”

You probably look like something akin to a fish, mouth opening and closing in shock. “I- I don’t understand.” He reels back and grabs his hair in frustration. 

You find yourself shrinking back ever so slightly, putting your hands up in a placating manner. “…Genji? I- Are you angry? I- I’m sorry, I can leave if-” 

“No!” You wilt back further still. Genji takes notice and scrambles for one of your hands, grasping it in both of his. “I- I’m not mad, I just-” He cuts himself off, squeezing his eyes shut and heaving a sigh. He looks up, eyes meeting yours once again. “I can’t lose you,” he reiterates yet again. “You mean too much to me.”

“You mean a lot to me too, Genji,” you say softly.

He sighs and draws his hands back. “But not in the same way.” It sounds like it was said more to himself than to you. 

“-What?” It couldn’t mean- Could it?

“…There’s no use keeping it from you now, I suppose.” He once again meets your gaze. “Of course I value our friendship, I just- Sometimes I wish we were more.” His gaze shifts once again back to his hands neatly folded in his lap, as though ashamed of his confession.

You tentatively reach out, one hand grasping one of his own, the other gently cupping his cheek, a soft encouragement to look up. He reluctantly complies, though theres obvious confusion in his expression. You watch his face, attempting to guage his reaction. Seeing no sign of deceit or malice in his eyes, you find yourself even more sure of your decision. You lean in slowly, the hand on his cheek guiding him closer, and your eyes flutter shut. Your lips faintly brush his, and he seems slightly more sure of himself. His hand grasps yours tighter, as if scared to let go, the other flying up to cover the one resting on his cheek.

You both pull back at the same time, hands still joined. You swear there are stars in his eyes.

No words are needed as he offers you a warm smile, arm reaching out to pull you into his side, reaching for your respective mugs yet again. You can’t help but feel that you’ll both do all right.

With these words I heal

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There he was. Derek Hale. In all his glory. His suit well fitted, dark stubble lining his jaw, a bright smile on his face.

Stiles hated to admit, that even after all these years, Derek still took his breath away. Seeing him never got less painful.

He loved working with him on novels, seeing the joy in his eyes, whenever he shared his new ideas or sent his first draft. But editing Derek’s stories always made him fall in love with him a tiny bit more.

He watched as Derek sat down with a popular journalist, scotch in hand and posture relaxed. The launch party had been a success. Everyone had loved “Triskelion”. Stiles hadn’t expected anything different.

He sighed and turned around. One of these days he would built up the courage to quit. Not today though. Not when Derek was so happy and relaxed. Today was about him.

Stiles needed a drink.


“You left early.”

Stiles looked up from his desk as Derek stepped into his office. “I’m sorry, I just had to get back to work early, you know?”

He wasn’t too sure if Derek actually believed him as he nodded. “I wanted to pitch an idea by you.”

So soon after just having finished his latest novel? Derek usually needed a few weeks of peace to recharge after book tours and social events.

“Sure, okay. Pitch it to me.” He winced at how awkward that sounded.

“Okay, so, there is this lonely author, okay? And his agent it amazing. But the first time they met, the author shut him down when he had been asked out. But you see, the thing with demisexuality? It’s that the more the author got to know his agent, the more he actually liked him.”

Stiles swallowed. “Yeah?”, he asked roughly. “Yes”, Derek confirmed.

“So, what do you think, how should the story end?”

He was speechless. “Demisexuality, huh?”

Derek nodded, he was fiddling with the sleeves of his jacked now. “Demiromantic as well, actually. If that is okay?”

Stiles hated how hesitant he looked now. He stood up and walked around his desk, giving into the urge to get closer to Derek.

He gently took his hand. “More than okay.” Derek smiled, his shoulders relaxing.

“Soooo, if I were to ask you out again?”

Derek nodded, a glint in his eyes. “I would say yes.”

“Perfect”, Stiles breathed and squeezed his hand.

Sterek Christmas Countdown 2016

The first boy who liked Sam spent two weeks working up the courage to ask him out when the time came couldn’t because he saw the way Sam was looking at Dean and how Dean was looking at Sam.

He walked away that day with his first heartbreak and the thought, “Man, they need to work on a better lie than claiming to be brothers, no one is going to believe that.” 

WolfStar Police AU

-Sirius and Remus are both fresh out of the police academy and are starting work in the same police department

-Remus already knows way too much about Sirius because they went through training together and let’s face it, Sirius doesn’t know the meaning of low profile

-When Remus first saw him, on the first day at the academy, he thought the other boy looked stunning and had such a sweet smile

-One day and innumerable pranks and furious police officers later Remus decided it might be safest to admire from afar

-The first time Sirius noticed Remus was towards the end of their training period

-The recruits were running through self defense/hand to hand moves, Sirius took one look at the pretty boy standing next to the large trainer and thought he looked way to delicate for this line of work

-Remus threw his opponent to the ground faster than anyone and Sirius hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him since

-On the last day of academy, both boys were disappointed that they never got up the courage to introduce themselves to the other

-All the new recruits were paired up for a month to see how they work together

-Sirius is thrilled to find out that he’s been partnered with the adorable boy who could probably take him down in a heartbeat

-Remus is not, he signed up to be a police officer not a baby sitter and everyone knows working with Sirius Black is work, besides Sirius’ looks are just a bit distracting, just a little

-Remus hadn’t expected to get stuck on parking patrol either, but he figures he should have known, especially since both he and Sirius are newbies, they can’t exactly be doing anything too exciting without supervision yet

-Sirius is just thrilled to not be stuck inside all day (he’s also a bit too thrilled to be driving around a cop car)

-The first few days are dull, there’s nothing exciting about writing up parking tickets and neither of them make an effort to talk much to each other

-Not that Sirius doesn’t talk a lot, because he does, non stop, about the silliest things

-Remus just can’t think of responses fast enough to keep up with him

-Then, a week in, Sirius decides the perfect way to make work more fun is to turn it into a game

-He turns their job into a competition of who can find the most illegally parked cars (and then write up the most ridiculous sounding reports for them)

-At first Remus doesn’t join in on his partner’s antics but after a day or two Sirius’ excitement becomes just a little bit contagious (and his laugh and his smile are just a little bit addicting)

-By the end of two weeks Remus feels like they must have broken some sort of record for the amount of parking tickets they’ve written because who knew Sirius couldn’t inspire such a competitive streak in him?

-At the end of the month it is decided that Sirius and Remus will be kept together as they were by far the most productive of all the pairs

-They’re also going to be given harder work because their supervising officer doesn’t want to have to deal with that many parking complaints ever again

This a modern set AU:

Jamison is super use to hanging out at the shittiest shit holes he can find. He usually goes those places to either start something or get laid.

So, he stumbles upon a new regular spot for him to hang around which is just an old crappy biker bar. He likes the place a lot and keeps going back, but one day the bar gets a new regular and he’s god damn floored by this man immediately. Everything about him is big and scary, and God damn if that doesn’t get him going. He spends the whole night watching the guy toss back drinks like they’re nothing, and trying to quiet the anxiety in his stomach so he can go talk to him. The guy could probably snap him in half with no fucking effort at all.

He ends up spending the new week trying to work up the courage to talk to him. Finally, on a slow night at the bar, he slides himself into the seat next to the man who doesn’t even turn to acknowledge his presence. Jamison sits quietly at first, trying to think of something to start up a conversation with him but is having a hard time. Which is unusual for him since he never has a hard time talking ever and the nervousness over takes him and he just start blabbering to the other man about absolutely nothing at all and he’s almost certain that the big guy isn’t paying attention to him at all and just letting him talk, which is find with him cause he’s use to keeping up a conversation with himself.

On and on he talks, later and later into the night before realizing just how late it is and remembering that he forgot to introduce himself. So he tells the older man his name and then asking for his. Silence between them drags on and he realizes that that probably means that he’s been rejected so he starts stumbling all over himself so he can leave and die from embarrassment somewhere else.

Except right as he’s about to leave the other man mumbles out, “Mako.” At first he was confused, but once he realizes what that means he lights up. He tells Mako he’ll see him tomorrow and he gets a subtle wave from the man and he’s off.

So, begins this routine of him sitting beside Mako and rambling on and on. He slowly begins realizing that Mako has been listening to him the entire time which just makes him more and more excited to be around him.

Eventually this leads to him gathering up all the courage he can muster and just…asking Mako out. In the worst way possible. Which is through God awful pick up lines.

Mako listens half of the night to him rattling off pick up lines. Jamison is certain that his plan isn’t working until he rattles one more off and Mako actually smiles and chuckles at it.

Jamison is just like: 💕💕💕💕💕!!!!! As soon as it happens.

Mako and him go on a lot of dates after that.

Marry Me.

Originally posted by syouaremycryptonite

Fandom: The Internship

Pairing: Mild Stuart x Reader

Warning: Bullying

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  A oneshot where Graham constantly belittles you at work and, one day, you get the courage to stand up for yourself and humiliate him in front of everyone at Google. This gets the attention of your best friend Stuart and as soon as you approach after your spiel to Graham, he’s rendered speechless by your verbal badassery and just says, “Marry me.”

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Prompt of the Day #1

1 - you keep coming back from work late so I anonymously water your flowers for you but don’t have the courage to actually talk to you

Jimin liked flowers. That was glaringly obvious. His front was dotted with roses, sunflowers, hydrangeas, violets and irises. His porch was filled with carnations, marigolds, hyacinths, zinnias and a bunch of other things that Jungkook didn’t have names for. He only had names for the other ones because he’d bought himself a flower manual and had carefully looked them all up. He hadn’t had the time to get all the names he needed. Sure, he could’ve just asked Jimin, but the idea of talking to a stranger (even one who’d been his next-door neighbor for going on four years now) was as scary as jumping off a cliff with no parachute. Jungkook was rather fond of parachutes and even more fond of steady ground.

So he didn’t ask Jimin about the flowers. He didn’t really speak to Jimin at all. In the mornings when Jimin was collecting his newspaper and Jungkook was collecting his (he’d never collected it before Jimin came along), his neighbor would shoot him a, “good morning!” no matter what type of morning it was. All Jungkook had managed to say in return was a mumbled “good morning” that a cat couldn’t have heard if he’d had his ear to Jungkook’s mouth.

Okay, so Jungkook was shy. That’s why he did college online and didn’t have any friends. Well, he had Taehyung, but Taehyung was more like his annoying hyung who cared far too much for his future prospects and resorted to bribery and blackmail to get him out of the house. Taehyung had also been unsuccessful in getting Jungkook to talk to his perfectly friendly neighbor.

“Jungkookie, seriously! How hard it is to say, "your flowers are pretty,” really?“ Taehyung had his hands planted firmly on his hips and Jungkook was sitting cross-legged on the front walkway with his head in his hands because he was NOT going to say that to Jimin. "Look, there’s his car. Come on,” and Taehyung was dragging him upwards and towards Jimin, who was struggling to grab all of his groceries with only two hands. “Offer to help or so help me, I will steal all your favorite shirts.” Taehyung pat him once on the shoulder and shoved him forward.

Between sputtering and stuttering and tripping over his own feet, Jungkook managed to convey his (un)willingness to help carry his neighbors groceries and somehow made it all the way into the house to set the bags down before bolting out of there before Jimin could even offer him a glass of water.

Taehyung had since given up on him. Jungkook was grateful. And also at his wit’s end. Unlike Seokjin thought, he didn’t have a crush on Jimin and it wasn’t fluttery feelings of love that were keeping him in his shell. He really was just very shy and Jimin, well, Jimin was as bright as sunshine and twice as warm, making their personalities night and day and that in itself was quite terrifying. Bright, happy, kind people are scary to shy, timid, reclusive people. That’s just how it works.

“I wouldn’t blame you for having a crush, Kookie.”

“Gosh, hyung, NO. I do NOT.”

“You never know.”

“I do know. I really, really do. I know what a crush feels like. This is not a crush. This is simply overwhelming panic.”

“Sometimes they feel the same.”

“Hyung, PLEASE go away. I have studying to do and I don’t care what Taehyung threatened you with, get OUT of my house.”


Between the two nosy Kim brothers, Jungkook knew he’d have to talk to Jimin eventually. But eventually didn’t have to be too soon, did it?

Jungkook used to watch Jimin come home from work. He’d talk to his flowers like he was talking to a puppy or his kids. It was cute. Then Jimin started coming home later and later and Jungkook sometimes didn’t catch him leaving in the morning. When Jimin came home around midnight or even later, he looked so tired that Jungkook feared he’d pass out right on his front lawn.

By the end of the first week of Jimin’s late homecomings, Jungkook noticed a difference in the health of his flowers. Jimin usually took such good care of them, but it seemed that he just didn’t have time anymore. It was a shame to see all those lovely flowers wilt and die, so Jungkook decided that in the absence of talking, he’d just do something else. He’d water Jimin’s flowers for him and maybe that would make him smile again.

So that’s what he did. He watered all the flowers quite diligently for two whole weeks, feeling more and more worried about Jimin every day. Then, the first day of week three, when Jungkook was just finishing with the irises, a car door behind him made him jump. He spun around and saw Jimin standing beside the mailbox, looking like death and also rather surprised.

“You uh, you’re watering my flowers.”

Jungkook wanted to bolt again, but it really did look like Jimin was about to pass out and he couldn’t just leave him. So, despite his shaking hands and faltering heart, he set down the watering can and walked a couple steps toward Jimin. “Uh, yeah.”

Jimin smiled faintly, walking towards him too, stumbling a little, missing the mailbox with his outstretched hand and promptly falling into Jungkook’s arms.

Time froze.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook, who was holding him tight with surprisingly steady arms.

Time unfroze.

“Uh, sorry.” Jimin clumsily tried to stand upright and was failing miserably. “I’m just really tired, haven’t been sleeping much, people want me to do so much, I can’t do everything you know, gosh, this is embarrassing, I don’t think I can stand up.”

Jungkook was nervous as heck but Jimin was also cute and unable to stand, so he chuckled nervously. “Um, I can give you a lift?”

Jimin looked more like death, probably a combination of exhaustion and embarrassment, but he ended up sighing. “That, uh, that would be great, actually.”

So Jungkook hoisted Jimin onto his back and carried him inside, setting him down gently on the couch and kneeling in front of him. “Do you want some water? Or tea? Are you okay?”

“Sure, fine, no, not okay.” Jimin rubbed his face with his hands. “Can you believe I had to actually pass out before they noticed that my workload was too much?”

“You passed out?” Jungkook was still nervous as heck but his alarm kinda trumped that. “Hyung, you need to sleep. Have you eaten anything? I can make you some food. You should probably sleep, though.”

Jimin just looked at Jungkook so fondly and he realized he hadn’t stuttered at all, nor was he shaking anymore. “Oh Jungkook, why couldn’t I have someone like you around all the time? You even water my flowers.”

NOW Jungkook sputtered a bit, blushing and running off with a “I’ll get you some water” thrown over his shoulder. Of course when he came back, Jimin was already asleep on the couch. Jungkook looked down at him and smiled. He found a blanket in a basket and covered Jimin with it, taking off his shoes and leaving the water and a note on the coffee table. “Come for dinner!”

Maybe people like Jimin weren’t so scary after all. He should’ve watered Jimin’s flowers ages ago.

Preference #3


How the Marauders ask someone out.


James is over the top, and even though his singing is very off-key, he still sang to you to ask you out.


Sirius is very clever, and likes to make puns.  For this reason, he went out of his way to find a pizza, and had Lily write on the box for him.


Remus gets very nervous, and he tends to be very shy.  So he left this card by your books during class one day, with his name written in the corner.


Peter worked up his courage to ask you.  He was always very sweet and he always had the idea of asking someone out in this way.  It only made sense to stand up during Transfiguration and ask you out in front of everyone.

(Credit to who these pictures belong to…found them on google images)

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valentine's day - jongyu; internet au? (long distance/met over some social networking site/smthn like that) <3

can u believe its still valentines day

They’d talked about meeting up for months after finding out how close they lived to each other, but Jinki’s parents wouldn’t allow it and so they’d put their little dream aside. But now, they’re in college and nothing is stopping them - which is why Jonghyun is so nervous.

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We are back! if you did not see my last post, go read it or you will not understand what is going on here, anyway, wow this is news. Why would Carter betray his best friend? Something fishy is going on here.

Amber: I think he’s really sweet and charming, but you and I both know that Carter hasn’t always been like this, did something happen to him while I was gone?

Simon(thinking) Ok, you can’t tell her, it will break her heart, just take it like a man, you can talk to Carter later, for now, just tell her the basics, and act normal

Amber: Hellooooo? earth to Simon?

Simon: Oh, s-sorry *ahem*, ummm, well there was this girl, her name is Jenna, Carter was really in love with her, but she did not like him…at all

Amber: Ouch

Simon: Yeah, the one day he worked up the courage to give her some flowers and ask her out, she completely trashed him, told him he was “A simple little lost puppy” who was too poor for her tastes. As you know, he’s a sensitive person, and that hurt him, so much in fact, that he changed his whole personalty, became this like casanova guy, he used to never even try to look at girls, but now…I’ve just accepted it…

Amber: Wow, I feel sorry for him, does Jenna still live in Willow Creek?

Simon: No, she moved to San Myshuno, I think her dad bought her a penthouse and that’s all I know.

Amber: Well thanks for telling me, I’ll ask him about it on Wednesday.

Simon: You’re seeing him again on Wednesday?

Amber: Oh yeah, he asked me if I wanted to go out with him again and I said yes

* Simon knows he’s about to lose it, he makes up an excuse to get Amber to leave*

Simon: Oh, uhh Amber I just remembered something I really have to do, so um, bye

Amber: You can’t do it with me around? Are you going to surprise me with some thing?

Simon: Uhh yeah, so you have to go now, sorry

*Amber starts heading for the door, she stops and turns to face Simon, a joyful, silly grin on her face, that just makes Simon fall even deeper in love with her*

Amber: I can’t wait for my surprise! Bye Bye!

*Simon waves goodbye as Amber opens the door, steps outside and starts walking home*

Simon(thinking) You forgot to tell her that since then, Carter’s had 6 girlfriends, every one of them he’s cheated on, going out with Amber is just another feather in his hat, he doesn’t love her, not as much as I do. How could he do this to me?! He really thought I wouldn’t find out. Amber tells me everything

Wow guys, poor Simon, I wonder if he’ll remember to suprise Amber with something? Also, is it bad that I find his angry face hilarious? (•ˋ _ ˊ•)

I’m Not Her - Part One

“Y/N, what movie do you wanna watch?” you heard your boyfriend ask from the living room.

“Uh.. let’s watch The Avengers.” you replied from the bathroom, getting dressed after having finished your shower.

You stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the living room where Spencer, your boyfriend was setting up the movie. 

You plopped down onto the couch and he joined you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you curled up into his embrace.

The two of you had been going out for 10 months now. You both were profilers in the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI. You guys had been working together for a while and were best friends before he had actually worked up the courage to ask you out.

Despite loving him with all your heart and being in love with him since the first day you met, you hesitated. You had been there through all his rough times, especially the particular one that involved his love life.


She was a wonderful girl, even though you never actually met her. Spencer had told you all about her, how they met, their conversations. She was perfect for him.

At first, you disliked her because she had managed to amaze the wonderfully handsome Dr. Reid. In all the years you had known and loved him, he never once seemed interested in you. So when he came to you with news of a girlfriend, your heart shattered.

Eventually, you decided that if he was happy then that’s all that mattered to you. It was hard to watch the person you loved be in love with someone else, but it was harder to see them so upset over losing that person.

When Maeve had died, Spencer shut everyone out. It took you ages to get him to talk to you again. You pushed your feelings aside and helped him through the healing process. 

A few months after Maeve’s untimely death, Spencer returned to himself and was laughing and smiling again. You were happy to see your best friend again.

It was near your birthday that he had asked you out. You didn’t want to say yes, fearing that he was only using you as a rebound because it had only been 4 months since Maeve’s death.

You told him that you’d think about it and after a week of hard thinking, you said yes. The team was thrilled that you two were finally together, they had known about your feelings towards Spencer and were glad that he finally realized what a catch you were.

It was nearing your 11 month anniversary of being together but you still felt that nagging feeling. You never told Spencer how you felt, afraid that it might cause an argument. He’s proven that he loves you, so why were you so worried?

You were nothing like Maeve. She was smart, brilliant, beautiful and she managed to understand everything about Spencer without even meeting face to face. 

You wondered if you could ever live up to her. What if Spencer ends up realizing that you weren’t good enough and that he could do better?

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hm?” you hummed, turning to face him.

“You okay there babe?”

Nodding your head and pressing a light kiss to his cheek, you smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m okay.” you replied, returning your gaze back to the movie.

You were, weren’t you?

You are my World

Daryl Dixon Imagine

Based on a request from the very lovely crazy-kid-crazier-world. Sorry again that it took me so long to write this. I really hope this is what you wanted it to be. If not, tell me and I’ll rewrite it. :D

You’re really close to Daryl, but at some point, it just isn’t enough anymore. You fell for him and you fell hard. Not knowing that he feels the same way, the two of you keep wondering about what the other one might think until finally you work up the courage to ask him about his thoughts.

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It was a quiet day at the prison. I was leaning against the door to Beth’s prison cell listening to her talking about how awesome it was that there hasn’t been an accident in 28 days and that maybe we all might finally be on our way to an almost normal life. Whatever that meant. But then again I wasn’t really listening, just picking up bits and pieces of what she was saying, occasionally nodding or mumbling a few words in agreement. I have to admit I was quite distracted, my whole attention focused on what was going on on the opposite side of the prison block. I was watching Daryl as he was chatting with Michonne. They were obviously joking with each other as their occasional laugh told me. It bothered me to see them standing only inches away from each other. 

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Dragon Jealousy - Dinomakesclumsysexy [[CLOSED]]

The sun was blazing down during a summer afternoon. It was August, and normally the heat would be dying down but that particular day it was extremely hot. Itachi was walking through the city after helping out some people with heavy work in the feilds. He was walking with his shirt slung over his shoulder and sweat glistening on his chest and shoulders.

He wiped off his forehead, ignoring the girls who basically threw themselves at his feet. One girl in particular had the courage to flirt with him, that was until a giant dragon landed behind him and knocked her away from the Uchiha, causing him to jump back and look up at the majestic creature.

He cursed under his breath, wishing he had soms sort of sword on him. Especially when the dragon seemed to set its gaze on him. Narrowing his eyes, Itachi glanced around before taking off in a run. If he could get the beast to follow him, it would leave the city alone. Before he could get far, talons wrapped around his body and lifted him off the ground.

Itachi instantly felt panic surge through him. Why would it want him of all people? His thoughts flashed back to his family and his secret lover Dino. Was this how it would end? He swore he was staring death in the face, until the dragon took off with him, bringing him back to an abandoned castle. He was put into a room with just a window and no door.

“What am I? A damsel in distress? You’ve got to be kidding me…”