happy birthday darling :3

a bridge that's already burned
By Organization for Transformative Works

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @sapphireglyphs!!!

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe

“So,” she says, five awful minutes after they leave the station. “You finally found me.”

Grant makes a sound low in his throat. A laugh, perhaps, or a sigh. “There’s no finally about it.”

“Excuse me?”

His eyes flick to her briefly, then return to the road. The knots in her stomach twist tighter still.


Happy Birthday to my most lovely bby Annie!!  。゚.(*♡´◡` 人´◡` ♡*)゚ °・
Major Shinya at your service~ ♥ ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ ) /winks


“Rien n'est tel que le dogme pour enfanter le rêve.
Et rien n'est tel que le rêve pour engendrer l'avenir.
Utopie aujourd'hui, chair et os demain”.

L e s  M i s é r a b l e s  -  V I C T O R  H U G O  •

✿ Joyeux Anniversaire @mairoko ! ✿

I Dare You - Chapter 6 - JohnTen - Mafia Leader x Detective - Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 - Intro ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6

Word Count: 1485

Trigger Warning: Offensive Language, Graphic Descriptions

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU

Dedicated to: @johntenismyotp​ - Happy Birthday, darling! <3

There were a million and one things going through Ten’s mind, and the one that was unmistakably ringing through his head was him getting the hell out of there as soon as possible.

His stiff body started turning numb, and he faintly registered his hand trying to tug out of Johnny’s, who was latching onto his wrist and refusing to let go, eyes wide and pleading.

“Please don’t go, just wait and hear me out,” he whispered, giving Ten a longing look.

Ten was about to snap back or even start screaming until he looked Johnny in the eyes and saw the exact same emotions that had so often played inside of him during the past few years of his life.

He was asking him to listen and wait for an explanation, and Ten realized that he was in the very same position not more than a mere few hours ago.

He gulped, the bile in his throat subsiding momentarily, and he slowly let some air into his lungs.

“Okay. I’m here,” he said softly, looking down at their intertwined hands, then back into Johnny’s eyes as he registered the man from earlier moving closer to their table.

But Johnny still looked worried, and Ten squeezed his hand, smiling a little at the beautifully melancholic expression he sported.

Some sense started to dawn into Ten, like the fact that no one in this cafe knew who he was, or that if Johnny had wanted to take him down, he would have called him to a different part of town, closer to the police station and all the other patrolling officers.

And it was then that he realized that they were almost as far away from the station as possible, and that Johnny had done that on purpose.

Ten’s cheeks got warmer and the tenseness in his shoulders slowly dissipated as he realized that he was safer than he had initially thought he would have been.

Plus, if he were to be in the midst of a detective, no one would ever suspect him of being who he really was.

The hard grip Johnny had his hand locked in slackened, and Ten could move his wrist again.

He turned his palm and wove his fingers with Johnny’s, sending him another squeeze, and the angel in front of him smiled through the fringe that had fallen onto his face, making Ten’s heart do all sorts of things he never thought were humanly possible.

The man who had called out to Johnny now stood next to their table, a little taken aback at the situation he had just interrupted.

“Oh, I’m sorry for intruding,” started the man. “I didn’t know you were spending time with your, uh,” he hesitated, looking at their joint hands on the table.

“My soulmate?” offered Johnny, his tone a little harsh at the man’s expression, and Ten was just as agitated.

The man gave a tight smile, his voice dry to the extreme. “Ah, of course. Does the department know about this, detective?”

Ten’s blood was starting to boil.


Johnny inhaled sharply, trying to maintain his composure. “Not yet, but I’m sure they’ll throw me a party for finally finding my soulmate,” he replied, emphasizing the words yet and party.

“Not all of them,” said the man, his face slightly twisting into a disapproving frown.

Ten cleared his throat, his face automatically falling into the scowl he probably gave when he was in his mafia boss mode.

Johnny noticed the expression, and his heart stopped for a moment.

Never had he felt so awed by a person who looked like a god while pulling such a face, the expression menacing and making him smile, reminding him that this fragile man was his, and that he was still very much able to kick someone’s ass.

And worse.

Johnny’s attention was drawn back to the unpleasant man, and a frown tugged at his lips.

“I’m sorry, but did you come over here to antagonize me for being in a relationship with the love of my life, or did you actually need something?”

Johnny had tried to say this as politely as possible, but the venom in his voice and words were crystal clear.

The man stuttered for a second. “I didn’t know you were soulmates, I can’t see the mark anywhere,” he gestured vaguely.

“It’s on a more private spot of our bodies. Care to look?” Ten’s voice dripped with sarcasm, and Johnny failed to bite back a snicker.

“No, thank you,” said the man quickly, his voice going three octaves higher, making Ten smirk at his discomfort.

“I actually came over to ask about the case you’ve been working on for the past few months,” said the man, clearing his throat and addressing Johnny, and Ten visibly tensed again.

“Something wrong?” added the man quickly, noticing Ten’s frozen stature.

“He doesn’t like it when we talk about my job because it worries him and he can’t fall asleep before I’m home,” lied Johnny smoothly, gently squeezing Ten’s hand in his.

“He gave me quite the scare last night,” added Ten, smiling softly. “He came back at three past midnight.”

“Oh,” said the man, his eyebrows furrowing. “Do you think you’ll be able to catch the leader anytime soon? A lot of the people have been working to get the bastard’s head on a pike,” he grunted, folding his arms and huffing indignantly.

“I’m working on it, even though it feels like I’m chasing a ghost. I wouldn’t worry too much about it if I were you, though. The leader and his crew only target other mafia members and threats, so civilians are safe,” explained Johnny, looking the man dead in the eye.

“And you know this, how?” asked the man.

“It’s my job,” was the plain response.

“Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean that you can just -”

“I think you’ve ruined our date enough,” interrupted Johnny, standing up and pulling Ten with him. “We’ll leave now, but it was nice speaking to you, sir. Watch the news, you’ll know everything you need to know from there.”

Fingers still laced together, Johnny led Ten out of the cafe and away from the stunned man, crossing the street and walking towards a calm park only a block over.

“Thank you,” Ten said in a beautiful voice, making goosebumps erupt all over Johnny’s body.

“For what?” asked Johnny nonchalantly, smiling at Ten, who gave him the most amazing eye smile he’d ever seen in his entire life.

“I don’t know. Everything. For asking me out here, for not ratting me out or taking me in, for listening to me, for defending me against that guy, and -”

“You don’t have to thank me,” said Johnny, his face warm and his smile still wide.

“But why would you do it?” came the exasperated reply.

“Because I felt what you feel, and I don’t think you’re the person everyone seems to think you are. Because you go through hell for what you do and I don’t understand why you would do it when it brings you so much pain. It doesn’t make any sense to me. And I wanted to ask you and find out.”

“You could lose your job for this,” Ten answered quietly. “Worse, you’d go to prison for obstruction of justice and withholding evidence.”

“I’m well aware of that, yes,” Johnny retaliated, laughing easily.

He knew exactly what the risks were, and he was willing to go through with it. But he’d need some answers first.

“You’d actually go through that?” Ten asked, his voice giving way as he evidently tried not to cry.

“I’m here, aren’t I? Although I do have a few conditions.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for starters, you’re going to have to answer a hell of a lot of questions.”

Ten’s face sobered up, expecting the worst, and Johnny laughed.

“Okay, hit me,” said Ten. 

Johnny smiled, deciding that the teasing was enough and that he should take it easy.

“What’s your favorite color?” he asked with the most serious tone he could muster.

They both stared at each other until they cracked up, Ten shaking his head.

“If this is what being a detective entails, you must have one hell of a job.”

Johnny grinned. “It helped me find you,” he remarked, and his soulmate’s face turned crimson.

Before he could think it through, Johnny stepped closer and leaned in, leaving a soft peck on Ten’s cheek, his own pulse skyrocketing.

“I’m glad it did,” Ten hardly managed to get out, shyly fumbling with his glasses and running his hands through his fluffy hair, avoiding Johnny’s eyes.

I must be the luckiest man alive, Johnny thought to himself.

So did Ten, until his phone buzzed.

It was sent from an anonymous source, but the message definitely got the point across.

Do your henchmen know about your secret boyfriend? How cute.

Simple Things

The Bartender AU no on asked for. 

“You alright?” the bartender asked. He wore a black t-shirt and trousers that seemed to be the uniform of the place, soft dark curls resting on his head and stubble making his jaw defined and accentuating his lips.

“Fine,” Robert said gruffly before he drained his glass. “Another?”

The bartender lifted an eyebrow and nodded, lifting the good whisky down from the shelf and refilling his glass.

“This one’s on me,” he said, shooting Robert a small smile.

Robert gave him a skeptical look and the bartender’s eyes flickered over to the table.

Mature, 2.8k words, fluff, flirting.

For @inloveamateursatbest <3 Happy Birthday darling!

Little Swift - part 3


“Happy Birthday my darling!” Andrea said, opening the door and immediately picking up Maisie and peppering her face with kisses, making Maisie giggle.

“Thank you, Nana!!” Maisie said as Andrea stopped kissing her, kissing her grandmother’s cheek back.

“Come on in…. Grandpa just went to get something from the garage.” Mom said, looking at me and winking.

For her birthday, my parents had bought Maisie a bike. It was purple and had a little basket. She had been eyeing up other kids bikes at the park and I knew my parents wanted to get her something she would really use. My birthday present for her was a ticket to a Disney on ice show the next month.

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Not party related, but it was my birthday yesterday and everyone who I'm out to used my preferred name and pronouns when they messaged me and I love the Validation™. And my partner sent me the cutest snap and wow, I've never been gayer in my life.

Oh my godddddd yes yes yessssss, this is the bestttt!!!!! This is exactly what you deserve!!!!! :D Happy happy happy birthday, darling!!!! :D <3 <3 <3