he almost smiled okay

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen


With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.


Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.


Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms


Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

there, okay, better…

Lance gets hypothermia and Keith cries because he thinks it’s his fault ;w; | for @voltronwhumpweek2017 ♡ | platonic Keith/Lance | [ Ao3 link ]

“Okay, I think I’ve got it.”

Keith holds the sealing beam to the last panel, Lance offers a weak thumbs-up. They’ve been on repairs for hours, Hunk gives an exhausted wave from the communication spires as Pidge fixes the alignment.

“You’re done too?” Lance mumbles into his helmet, he drifts to Keith’s left in empty space.

“Yep, all good,” Pidge says cheerily, Hunk’s roger that! echoing in unison.

“Good timing, guys,” calls Shiro, he’s only just managed to get the hatch reopened. “Let’s wrap this up.”

Lance’s jetpack doesn’t propel him quite as swiftly as usual, and Keith pretends to give the castle a last inspection so that Lance can catch up.

“You ‘right?” Shiro says gently, catches Lance by the waist as he nearly misses the hatch completely. Lance blinks at him, not quite registering the question, and it isn’t until Shiro guides him inside the ship that he nods.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Lance stumbles as he adjusts to the gravity, the blue helmet slips from his grasp as he tries to take it off.

“Hey,” Keith mutters, he ventures a hand to the back of Lance’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”

Lance turns to him, confused.

“Uh, not much,” he tries, offers a half-smile. “Nothing balanced or coordinated, at least.”

“Lance, let me see your jetpack,” Shiro says after a moment, and something in Keith’s chest feels hollow and uncertain, some vital point he’s missed. Shiro steps closer, calm, keeps one hand steadied at Lance’s arm as he inspects the paladin’s armor. Lance leans into Shiro’s grip, quiet and shaky.

“Okay. It’s okay,” Shiro says reassuringly, but he doesn’t move his hand from Lance’s arm. “Pidge, Hunk, could you guys grab some blankets? As many as you can, just bring them back here. Keith, if you could-”

Lance sinks forward, Shiro quickly scooping both his arms around the smaller paladin’s chest to hold him up. Keith is at Lance’s side a second later, he doesn’t even remember sprinting.

“What’s wrong?” blurts Keith, his voice hoarse and strangled and not at all like his own. Lance’s breathing is shallow, his whole body twitching.

“The jetpacks are next to the suit’s thermo-sensors,” Shiro explains in a low voice, leans down to keep eye-contact with Lance as he unclips Lance’s armor. “It looks like the explosion might’ve damaged Lance’s temperature regulator.”

Keith’s mouth feels dry, a prickling sense of panic clawing at his windpipe.

“So what, he just spent two hours in open space… without…”

Keith’s knuckles are white, his fingers caged on the now-loosened front of Lance’s suit. Lance’s violent shivering is all the more obvious through his undershirt.

“Hey,” Lance croaks, something unclouding in his gaze. He glances at his chest, manages a crooked smile. “If only these were different circumstances,” he finishes, nods wryly at Keith’s hands.

Keith glares back at him, fiercer and fiercer for every passing second. Shiro tries to catch Lance’s attention, without success.

“You know… because… you’re taking off my…” Lance tries to clarify, he twitches an eyebrow and waits for Keith to get annoyed, or laugh, or both.

Keith’s arms drop limply by his sides, his head spinning and his stomach falling, the room feels uncomfortably bright.

And then Keith bursts into tears.

“Oh oh, okay that was not one of my best jokes,” Lance says hurriedly, his hands are suddenly patting Keith’s shoulders, then clumsily rubbing his back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was only trying to be like, hey, if this is what it takes for Keith to, um, oh shit-”

Keith makes a guttural sounding sob, his cheeks are soaked and his breath heavy, he needs to rein it in and that’s about the last thing that he cares about right now.

He was the one outside with Lance.

And he didn’t notice a single thing.

“No no-no please don’t-” Lance scrambles out of the rest of the suit, Shiro barely has to help. Keith feels both Lance’s arms wrap tight around his neck, he presses Keith’s face into his shoulder, Keith spluttering wetly as his inhale catches in his throat.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Lance babbles, he doesn’t let go as Keith’s shoulders jerk forcefully, worse every time he tries to apologise. Keith’s making a mess on Lance’s shirt, his arms won’t even lift to hug him back.

“Hey… hey,” Lance whispers, his voice sounds huskier too. When Keith only cries harder Lance pulls gently back, dips his knees so he can look at him.

“Hey,” Lance says softly, his eyebrows tipping in relief when Keith manages to nod. “It wasn’t your fault- no listen to me, honestly I didn’t even realise, if you can believe I was concentrating that hard-”

Of course I can believe you-!” Keith wails, and Lance holds up both palms, it’s nowhere near funny but his mouth hitches up at the corners.

“I’m just saying,” Lance murmurs, both hands on Keith’s shoulders. “That this isn’t on you. It isn’t on anyone. So, like… stop trying to take the credit?”

He gives a tentative grin, and in spite of everything, Keith almost smiles.

“Okay, phew, I thought I was going to have to explain that one too-” Lance breathes out, and before Keith can gather his bearings, he gently reaches his sleeve and wipes below Keith’s nose.

“Oops, hold still… there, okay, better,” says Lance, he laughs as Keith’s expression falls in horror.

Lance winks.

“Still hot.”

“Lance, we need to get you warmed up,” Shiro offers after a second, not unkindly. Keith has no idea how long the others have been standing there with the blankets. “Rest and warm liquids, and we’ll need to keep an eye on you, alright?”

“I’ll stay,” Keith says through a sniffle, he has no plans to leave Lance’s side until he’s recovered.

“Yeah, but then who’s going to keep an eye on Keith?” Pidge teases, Keith’s well aware he probably looks worse than Lance.

The comment makes him feel better all the same.

“I think I can manage it,” Hunk chimes in, brims to a smile as Lance laughs.

“Okay, so then I’ll keep an eye on Hunk,” Pidge continues, “and that means Shiro, you’ll have to keep an eye on me-”

Shiro can’t keep a straight face either as the team slowly helps Lance to his room.

Later, when Keith and Lance are the only ones still awake after the film, Keith lets his head rest on Lance’s pillow.

“Things can just… change so fast,” Keith mutters, closes his eyes as Lance tucks into his chest.

“Yeah,” says Lance, quiet, he listens to Keith’s heartbeat. “Yeah.”

Copycat AU

MariChat May 31st: CopyCat


Summary: Marinette has a phone stealing problem and Chat confronts her about it.

Marinette stood, phone in hand, in the boys’ locker room. “I can explain!” She blurted out.

Chat Noir stared at her.

She rushed to explain. “So, I recorded a really embarrassing voicemail right?” She gestured to the phone in her hand. “Alya said I should get it and delete it!” She said, he gave her an unimpressed look for selling out her friend.  She switched tactics to pleading. “Look, just… let me delete it. Please?” She looked at him imploringly. “Adrien, he’ll hate me if he hears it. So…” Marinette drooped. “Please?”

Chat blinked in surprise. “That’s M-Adrien Agreste’s phone?”

She nodded, a little bit of hope welling in her. “Yeah, he’s a friend and classmate of mine.” She looked at him and panicked. “I swear I’m not some fangirl or anything!”

He shook his head. “I know Marinette.” He considered her. “You shouldn’t have taken that from his locker.”

Marinette looked down at the ground in shame. “I know.” She said meekly.

“Look, Marinette, you’re a good person. Put the phone back in his locker and I won’t say anything. You can apologize for the voicemail later. He’ll forgive you.”

“How do you know that?” She asked quietly.

Chat frowned. “He’s got you for a friend right? Can’t be that bad of a guy.”

Marinette frowned back at him. “Of course he’s not a bad guy! He’s one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met!” She said hotly.

Chat smiled widely. “Then he won’t hate you for such a small thing, right?”

Marinette’s anger deflated. “Right.” She muttered and then blinked. “Right, Adrien would never hate someone for something so small.” She smiled.

She padded over to Adrien’s locker and hesitated for only a moment before putting the phone in and shutting it.

She turned to Chat. “So, what are you doing in here?” She looked at him suspiciously.

Chat gained a look of panic on his face and quickly looked at his wrist. “Oh my God! Look at the time gotta go bye Princess see you later!” The door slammed as he quickly left.

Marinette stared after him in confusion and Tikki came to float up next to her. “I think we need to go too, Marinette.” Tikki pointed a paw at the door.

“Right Tikki, let’s go home.” Marinette nodded. She’d have to think about Chat’s odd behavior once she got home.

Instead, she forgot all about it when they had to deal with an akuma.

After Marinette had dealt with Copycat she had headed home with a cloud of dread hanging over her. By now Adrien had no doubt heard her voicemail. She knew Chat was right about him not hating her, but he could definitely still reject her. Tikki assured her that rejection was a rather reasonable worst case scenario.

She spent the evening with her phone in hand. She compulsively checked her messages for any response and kept the volume on high just in case he called.

An hour after she normally went to bed Tikki had intervened and forced her to bed. “Just take the phone with you!” Tikki added. An hour or two of sitting in her bed and staring at her phone caused her Kwami to intervene again. “He’s probably already asleep and planning to talk to you in the morning.” She plucked the phone out of Marinette’s hands amid her tired protests. “Go. To. Sleep. Marinette.”

“Thanks for looking out for me.” She murmured as she fell asleep.

Fun fact, Marinette was not a morning person. For the first time this was actually a good thing as she had completely forgotten about her problems from the day before. It wasn’t until she was running into class, late again, that she locked eyes with Adrien and found her panic returning.

Adrien smiled angelically at her in greeting. She tried to smile back, but it was more of a grimace than anything else.

She sat down and resolved not to worry about Adrien’s reaction to her voicemail. He hadn’t mentioned it so maybe he deleted it before listening to it. She crossed her fingers and then focused on her teacher.

School went by quickly as she, for once, payed complete attention in all of her classes. She tried her best not to think about the voicemail and by the time class was ending she was starting to believe Adrien really hadn’t listened to it.

You know, until he turned around in his seat and asked if they could talk.

She told Alya she was going to stay for a minute and the girl gave her a comforting pat on the back. She supposed Alya was concerned because she could see the distress on her face. She told Alya it would be fine. She knew that Adrien didn’t hate her and that would have to be enough. Even if he did reject her.

Once everyone had left Adrien hopped over her and Alya’s desk. He leaned against the edge of the desk and turned his head towards her.

“So amazing.” She murmured. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened. She blinked. “Did I say that out loud?” She squeaked out.

He laughed softly. “Yes Marinette, and thank you.” He grinned at her.

She shifted in her seat and turned to stare at her desk. It was really hard to look directly at him when he laughed and impossible when he grinned. Like looking into the sun.

“You… got my voicemail then?” She asked. Her voice was shaking and she didn’t even know how she was managing full sentences.

He nodded and beamed at her. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, Marinette.”

She flushed all the way to the roots of her hair. “I-I um.”

“I’m really flattered.” He added his smile not dimming an inch.

Her heart slowly fell. “Your welcome.” She said softly. He really was too kind, rejecting her in such a nice way.

He brought his hand up to the back of his neck and scratched nervously. “So then,” He cleared his throat. “Do you want to go to the cinema Friday night?” He gave her a hopeful smile.

She stared at him in shock. She hadn’t planned for the best case scenario. “Like a date?” She held her breath until he nodded. “Yes! Of course I’d love to! When is the movie? Where do you want to meet? Do you want to meet my-”

“Marinette.” He cut her off gently and her mouth slammed shut. “How about we text about all that stuff later. If I don’t go soon my father will have at me.” He chuckled.

Marinette nodded rapidly. “Of course. Whatever you want, Adrien.”

After they had exchanged phone numbers and Adrien had left Marinette found herself slowly walking home with a goofy grin on her face. The grin didn’t fade even a bit as she did her homework and chores.

She finally got a hold of herself when Chat knocked lightly on the hatch to her room. She let him in and soon they were sharing a couple of cookies she had brought up for Tikki.

“Thanks for not telling Adrien about the phone thing.” She said gratefully. She took a bite from her cookie

Chat actually chuckled at that, a few crumbs falling from his mouth. “Not a problem.” He smirked. “Considering the look on your face I’m assuming Adrien wasn’t angry about the voicemail.”

She nodded the goofy grin taking up her whole face once more. “I can’t believe he asked me out.” The grin dropped off her face. “Oh no! What am I going to wear?” She was about to go into a panic when she heard Chat laugh.

She turned to him and pouted. “What’s so funny?”

He shook with laugher before smiling at her. “I think you’re cute and I’m sure whatever you’ll wear he’ll think so too.”

She blushed. “Um, thanks?” She couldn’t help but imitate Adrien from early by scratching at the back of her own neck in embarrassment.

Chat smiled. “No need to thank me. Just, can you do me one favor?” She nodded. He seemed almost nervous. “Try your best to have fun, okay?” He implored.

She smiled. “Of course. It’s Adrien after all.”

He flushed at her words and then smiled. “I got to get going.” He said and grabbed one last cookie. “Good luck with your date.” He said genuinely.

She grinned happily at him. “Thanks, I’m going to need it.”

He shook his head. “You’ll do fine.” He said confidently. “Thanks for the cookies!” He said as he left.

She waved goodbye and sighed. “Right.” She looked at her desk. “I have three days to make a sundress.” She cracked her knuckled with a smirk. “Let’s get to work.”

Tikki sighed form her hiding space. “Adrien won’t know what hit him.” She shook her tiny head and glanced at the hatch Chat had just left through. “Or maybe he will.” She smiled secretly.

Tikki looked down. “Wait. What happened to my cookies?!” She wailed.

Marinette looked at her apologetically. “Sorry, me and Chat ate them.”

Tikki fell face down onto the plate and moaned. “Noooooooooooo.” She groaned.

Marinette shook her head and smiled. She’d have to go get Tikki some more cookies soon. Chat had really enjoyed them as well. Maybe she should try to get him to come back for some more?

Humming happily at the idea, Marinette returned to sketching out the beginning of her dress.

All my Fault

warnings: death

words: 2,305

pairing: peter parker x reader

request: hiiiii love the blog!! could I possibly request some angst? peter cancels their plans to study or something together, and she goes out at night to get some snacks and ends up being followed and eventually killed? if its too much for u u don’t have to do it :’)

a/n: I don’t even know why I wrote such a long thing for this request,, its so sad. I was just gonna make it happy but since I’m tired af I just went with your request. please send in some happy requests so i can make up for writing this lmao. read at ur own risk,..

peter remembers the first time he saw y/n. it was the second day of 3rd grade, and flash had been harassing peter over his lunchbox. he said it was lame while flaunting his captain America backpack, looking down peter in disgust when suddenly it had been torn out of his hands and thrown into the gutter.

flash had immediately started crying while y/n grabbed peters hand and pulled him along to get out of sight. she had smiled at him, still holding his hand as she gave him his lunchbox she must’ve taken when flash was distracted.

“here. I think it’s cool,” she said. peter remembers the way his heart had raced so incredibly fast he was afraid it’d give out. “flash is stupid. want to be friends?”

fast forward to years later, peter has been harboring a crush on y/n for almost a decade. ned knows of course after finding out one night when peter had spilled his guts to him over a star wars movie, nearly crying when ned had laughed.

now, they’re a lot older. teenagers. they’re in high school, learning how to drive, slaving over homework and tests.

speaking of tests, ned, peter and y/n are in the library studying for an upcoming Chemistry quiz when y/n pushes her books away with a loud groan.

peter shakes his head in amusement, doing the same only quieter. “break time?”

“yes, god.” y/n rubs her eyes, looking momentarily dazed when she turns to peter and he bites his to lip stop himself from blushing if he isn’t already.

“I hate my life,” ned cries, breaking their eye contact to turn and pity him. “I would rather eat a can of worms than take this test.”

“I’d eat two.”

“yeah, well, I’d run naked through the halls if that would earn me an A, because there is no way I’m passing this.”

“dude, no!” peter has to cover his mouth from bursting out laughing, y/n doing the same thing as she ducks her head, her shoulders shaking. now he’ll never get the image out of his head.

“what? I suck at Chemistry, peter. desperate times calls for desperate measures. don’t tell me you wouldn’t do it too if it’d earn you an A.”

peter rolls his eyes. “of course I wouldn’t.”

“liar!” ned punches peters arm and he lets out a whine, which is followed by a wave of shushes all around the room.

“quiet guys, or you’ll get us kicked out.”

peter goes back to his notes, but he can’t help but sneak a glance at y/n. she does too at the same time, giving him a small wave. he grins, pulling out a piece of scratch paper and writes at the top would you really eat two cans of worms to get an A on the test?

he passes the paper towards her and she looks at him with raised eyebrows. she writes back only if you’d do it too.

peter returns the look she had given him. you’d have to give me something first.

what, a kiss?

a laugh escapes from y/n’s lips as she sees how peter reacts to what she had written. he’s sure he’s having a minor stroke because he can’t seem to do anything but stare at the paper in shock. he’s so sure y/n is joking, but he rereads her words over and over until she leans closer.

“you okay there, pete?” she sounds so smug as she speaks, one end of her lips pulling upward in a smirk. peter regrets facing her because now he can’t stop staring at her lips, which is exactly what y/n had wanted, he realizes. “see something you like, huh?”

peter snaps out of it, startling ned when he sits up too fast and shakes the table.

“I am trying to study-” ned cuts himself off, eyeing both of them suspiciously. “what just happened?”

“what? nothing happened. everything’s normal,” peter answers too quickly and ned points at him.

“you’re redder than elmo, peter. and y/n, you’ve scooted your chair closer to him. something definitely happened.”

“okay there, nancy drew.” y/n flicks a wad of paper at ned, who smacks it away and hits peter instead. “oops.”

“yeah, oops.” peter takes the ball, scanning the room until he finds a suitable target. flash. one of the only times they have ever seen him in the library, and peter isn’t about to pass up this opportunity. “the second I throw this paper, pretend like nothing happened, okay?”

ned and y/n nod, both giggling quietly as peter takes aim. he sucks in a breath and throws it, immediately leaning his chin onto his palm and tries to appear like he’s emerged in his book.

flash shrieks and they all nearly lose it.

“who threw this!” flash shouts, picking up the paper angrily. peter doesn’t move, but flash spots him and points to him. “penis parker! I know it was you!”

“maybe it was Spider-Man.” y/n shouts back, which is enough to make the others in the library laugh. flash opens his mouth to reply, but the librarian grabs him by the arm and drags him out.

“that was the best thing in my entire life.” ned wheezes out while he wipes his cheeks.

the bell rings, signaling that lunch is over. they all pack up their things and peter quickly slips the piece of paper he and y/n had been writing on into his binder when she wasn’t looking. he’d make sure to frame this when he gets home, which is totally not weird. at all.

“so I’ll see you guys at peters later?” y/n asks as she throws her backpack over her shoulder.

peter freezes while picking up his notebook. oh, right. they were going to meet up at his place later to continue studying. he had completely forgotten. he was planning on staying out later than usual today on patrol, which would be way more fun than sitting around crying over Chem.

“actually, I’m kind of busy..” peter trails off. he feels guilty when ned throws his hand into the air, but feels even worse when y/n’s smile falters. “I’m sorry, really. it’s just I already said I’d stay late at Stark internship and-”

“don’t worry about it, peter,” y/n says. she hides her disappointment by adjusting her backpack straps and peters stomach squeezes.

he can always stay out later tomorrow, he thinks. “how about I call in sick? then we can study until dawn.”

“no, it’s okay. I know how much the internship means to you.”

peter almost says that she means more to him than any internship, but ned clears his throat awkwardly.

“we’d better get to class, guys. peters already on thin ice with the teacher and we don’t want him stuck in detention for another month.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” y/n smiles at peter and he almost doesn’t reply until ned nudges him in the ribs.

“yeah! yeah. see you tomorrow, y/n.” peter watches her until she’s gone, which earns another blow to the ribs from ned. “dude, stop. what are you doing?”

“what are you doing? why’d you blow her- us, off? I really do need to keep studying for this test.”

peter pushes ned slightly as the walk to their class. they only have classes with y/n before lunch, none after, which means they don’t see her until till school ends in almost 3 hours from now. except, they’re not going to hang out today and peter will more than likely be gone by the time y/n exits the building, so chances are that he won’t see her till tomorrow.

his last periods drag on so slowly, but when the bell rings, peters already out of his seat and flying through the halls.

he changes in the same alley, pulling on his suit in a record time and is soaring through the air within the minuet. he stops another bike thief not even an hour into his patrol, leaving a sign on it like all the others. he’s got to start carrying around a marker and paper or something, because it’s starting to get annoying asking around.

it’s about 9pm when peter feels his phone buzz in his suit. he lands on his building to pull it out, the screen showing that y/n is calling. he hesitantly declines, still feeling slightly guilty for earlier. he knows that he shouldn’t of blown her off like ned said, but he what he’s doing is important. he’s saving innocent lives.. and stopping people from stealing bikes.

peter almost tucks his phone away when y/n’s name pops up again. he frowns, but hits decline again and switches it off. even if he answered y/n’s phone call now, it’d be too late for them to study together. may she just wanted to call to see how he’s doing?

he shakes his head as he climbs up his apartment. no, he’ll see her tomorrow. he should just stop worry about it.

peter wakes up late. he had forgotten to turn his phone back on when he had gotten home, which didn’t set off his alarm, so he’s forced to go as Spider-Man to school until he’s a few blocks away. he changes into his regular clothes, nearly losing a shoe to a huge rat that had appeared out of a trash can.

he runs the rest of the way, not stopping once and makes it just as the bell rings. he climbs up the steps when he notices that people are staring at him weird. he runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it out with confusion. there’s nothing wrong with him, unless flash had started some obscene rumor because of what he had done in the library.

still, he can’t shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen as he breezes into first period. it’s oddly silent, and peter finds that y/n’s seat is empty. he sets his bag down on the floor and jumps when ned plops down next to him.

“you okay, dude?”

“yeah, yeah. I guess I’m a bit anxious.” peter takes out his notebook, unable to tear his eyes away from y/n’s chair. something isn’t right. “hey, have you heard from y/n today? she’s not here.”

ned shrugs. “nope. why, are your spidey senses tingling?”

peter pulls out his phone and presses the power button. it takes a minuet for it to start up, but when it does, his stomach drops as he finds that y/n had called him 10 times and left him a few voicemails.

his throat tightens as he presses the first voicemail and holds his phone up to his ear.

“peter?” y/n’s voice is shaking. peter feels like he’s about to throw up. “I-I, um. just wanted to call you because.. I don’t know. maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I feel like I’m being followed? please call me back.”


he doesn’t even realizes he’s standing until ned tugs on his sleeve. the voicemail ends and peter hurries to click on the next one, ignoring ned as he pulls him down.

“I know you’re busy with the stark internship, but..” y/n sniffles. peter doesn’t hear anything but her voice. “I just wanted to get some chips from that 7-11 a couple blocks away. you know the one we go to all the time? it’s really dark and I can hear their footsteps behind me, peter. maybe it’s just a coincidence though? call me.”

“they’re walking faster now,” the next voicemail plays even though peter hasn’t moved. “I-I’m really scared, peter. I’m going to call the police after this. I’m sorry for bothering you, but I’d really wish you’d call me back.”

the next voicemail starts off with heavy breathing. like she’s running. “I called the police but-I.. I don’t think they’re going to get to me in time, peter. I don’t know what to do except run, and-and now they’re running too.”

“mr. parker!”

peter pulls the phone away from his face slowly. he feels like his lungs are collapsing. his head is pounding as he gets to his feet, facing his teacher and the students staring back at him.

he doesn’t even say anything as he sprints out of the room, barely being able to hear the teacher telling him to stop. he has to get to y/n’s house. he has to get there as fast as he can, because she has to be okay. the police must’ve gotten there just in time. her phone was probably just lost, that’s all.

peter doesn’t even bother to change out of his clothes. he just slips on the mask and web shooters before taking off to y/n’s apartment. the whole time, he feels like he can’t breath. the mask is too tight and it’s suffocating him.

what takes a 20 minuet train ride takes peter 5 minuets to get there. he lands in the alley without grace, tumbling and scraping up his elbows and ripping his jeans. he doesn’t care as he stumbles to his feet, scrambling up the stairs and knocks on y/n’s door.

it opened slowly by y/n’s mother, who looks like she’s been crying all night. peter breaks at the sight of her.

he remembers the last time he saw y/n. it wasn’t even 24 hours ago. she was smiling and laughing in the library because peter had thrown a paper ball at flashes head.

he doesn’t feel the arms wrapping around his shoulders as he lowers himself to the floor, or the hands on his cheeks.

he had let y/n down. it was all his fault. if only he would’ve said yes to studying, then he could’ve walked y/n home and she wouldn’t of been followed. he could’ve prevented this is he wouldn’t of put Spider-Man first. and now he’d never forgive himself.

anonymous asked:

Maybe write about Patton or Logan losing his glasses and the other sides being amused/exasperated and helping them?

This isn’t even that similar but i needed to write something of them as a family [cries gayly]


Patton had lost his glasses. This usually wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the fact that he was currently alone.

Logan was busy at “school” and Roman had dragged Virgil with him to Daydream Mode on the excuse that “I need a healer, and you know magic!”, so now Patton was alone and almost blind. He smiled, this was okay, and he could make it work somehow!

He tried to make his way to the kitchen without destroying anything, or destroying himself, in the process but that proved to be slightly more difficult than what he had anticipated. He groaned in frustration, if only he could remember where he left his glasses nothing of this would be happening.

He sat down and pouted, he was lonely and bored! Why where his children away?

The sound of the door opening and of arguing brought him back to the present, right on time to hear Virgil scolding Roman for his recklessness during battle

“If I was late for one second you’ll be crispy right now!”

“But you were there! And I’m fine!”

“Not the point, we are talking with the Dragon Witch tomorrow, no more adventures for a week!”

“You can’t ground me if I’m older than you!”


“Right in the living room kiddo” Patton was trying to avoid the grin that wanted to take over his face, but it was hard when those two acted like kids rather than the adult they all were

“Dad, Roman almost gets himself burned down!”

“But I didn’t” Patton bit his lip to avoid the laughter. Roman was whining “Padre come on! You can’t ground me”

“Well, I’ll have to talk it with Logan but-”

“Wait, Patton where are your glasses?”

Patton chuckled, Roman’s attention span was shorter than his own “I don’t remember”

“You were cooking like this?” Virgil sounded scandalized

“I tried, but I couldn’t” There was a relieved sigh in the room “Want to help you Pops to make dinner?”

Virgil shrugged and Roman nodded, before both realized that Patton literally couldn’t see the gestures. With an enthusiastic “of course” and a subsided “why not” the three of them set way to the kitchen, trying to avoid the father bumping into things.

It was complex, especially when Patton tried to help with the actual cooking instead of just telling them the recipe. Virgil was two seconds away from throwing the batter mix in the royals face, Roman’s white suit wasn’t looking as white anymore, and Patton was trying to fight back a laughing fit.

When Logan opened the door with a bag of takeout food and a case of glasses the three others sighed with relief

“My hero”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say mister Adorable” He sat Patton down and put the glasses on the father’s face, giving him an amused and exasperated smile “Don’t go losing them again”

“I’ll try!”

“Logan you gotta help me ground Roman!”

Patton busted out laughing, and Logan raised an eyebrow. Roman just let and offended gasp and tried to explain why he shouldn’t be the one grounded

“Since when did we became parents?”

“Since they appeared Lo, but don’t you love it? We are technically parents” They shared a small smile and Logan chuckled, shaking his head

“Does that makes me your husband?”


anonymous asked:

Hii could you so b3 for lams? Thank you I love your writing very much!


The Lost Poet

The night was calm and the only sounds Alex could hear were the crickets outside and the gentle hum of the car engine. He didn’t want to get out of the car. He knew he should. He had Phillip waiting for him inside. God knows that boy doesn’t listen to the babysitter when he tells him to go to bed. And still, he couldn’t bring himself to open the door.

“I had fun,” John finally said. Alex looked at him and smiling, feeling his cheeks turn the color of his hair. His curly-haired date bit his lip and turned in his seat. “I know you said you’re not a first-date kind of guy. But this is our third. So… can I-”

Before he could finish, Alex leaned forward and cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss he’d been dying to give him. He never thought he’d date again. He didn’t think he’d have the time or the initiative. It hadn’t worked out once. He was married to his work as Eliza had put it.

And then John Laurens came along, finding his son when he’d run off into the aisles. With a single look at him, Alex was a goner. Both of their eyes were blue. But John’s eyes were deeper. Like an ocean. They were bright and changed colors in the light. They were so alive. They took Alex’s breath away completely. And the freckles that dusted his face. It looked like someone had taken a paintbrush and splattered his face with it. He was a complete work of art.

Kissing him felt like unlocking a completely new part of himself. It felt real and whole and perfect. His lips were soft. He didn’t open his mouth too wide, he didn’t try to shove his tongue into his mouth, he didn’t try to control the kiss. It was gentle, slow, and oh so wonderful.

He pulled away and bit his lip as he rested his forehead against John’s. “I’m looking forward to date four,” he whispered.

“Me too,” he answered, pecking his lips lightly. “You should go. Babysitter will be getting nervous.” Alex chuckled and nodded. “Call me,” he called after him.

Alex took a breath and walked to his door, unlocking it and walking in. The babysitter was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Hey. Where’s Phillip?”

“I sent him to bed a while ago. I heard the television, but I figured since it’s a weekend, I didn’t have to pry him away.” Alex smiled and took out his wallet to pay him. “So… third date. Will there be a fourth?”

“Ah,” he chuckled. “Yes, hopefully,” he answered.

“What’s she look like? She’s this big mystery. You know Phillip tried drawing her. Wondering what she looked like.” Alex swallowed and furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly as he handed over the money. “Okay. Uh, thank you. Have a good night.”

“You too,” he called after him. He walked down the hall and opened the door to Phillip’s room where he was sitting up in bed, staring at the door expectantly. “You’re supposed to be asleep, young man.”

“You weren’t home,” he protested. “When do I see her? Is she going to be my new mom?”

Alex frowned and sat beside him, laying him down and tucking him in. “No one is going to be your new mom,” he said softly. “Mommy is your only one. And no matter who I go out with they won’t replace Mommy. And no matter who Mommy goes out with, they’re not replacing me. Right?” Phillip nodded, but Alex doubted he understood. “Go to sleep,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

His son smiled up at him and Alex felt his heart swell and burst. God, he loved his kid. He loved him so much and even though he and Eliza weren’t together, he wanted him to have them both. He wanted to give him the world. He wanted everything to be perfect for him.

As he turned off the light and started to leave, Phillip’s voice cut through the darkness. “Papa, you didn’t say when I get to meet her.”

Alex hesitated and sighed. “Not yet,” he answered. “Sleep.” He shut the door before his seven-year old could ask more questions.


The next week, Alex and John settled on their fourth date. John would be off work, Alex would be able to have a little wiggle room in his own work and cases, and Phillip would be at a sleep over. The day couldn’t come quickly enough. Despite talking on the phone and messaging each other, Alex wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to see John Laurens. He wanted to be able to reach out, touch him, be sure he was there.

He wanted to kiss him again.

But the day they were supposed to go, the Eacker’s called and said their son had come down with a fever. When Alex called his usual babysitter, he was disappointed to hear he wasn’t available. Then again, how could he expect a teenager to sacrifice his Saturday night at the last minute?

With no one to watch after Phillip, Alex knew he couldn’t go on his date. No matter how badly he wanted to see John again, he wouldn’t leave his son with anyone else.

“Phillip,” he called. His son walked in wearing his Ninja Turtle pajamas. “George got sick, so you can’t sleep over tonight.”

Surprisingly, Phillip looked relieved. “Oh good, he’s mean and stupid.” He turned away and hopped onto the couch, fumbling with the remote to watch television before grabbing a journal he liked to doodle in.

Alex scoffed and shook his head with a smile. Phillip was something else.

Then the worst part: telling John. He took a breath and called him, pacing in the kitchen, keeping an eye on Phillip. Part of him hoped John wouldn’t answer. But of course, he did. “John, hi,” he breathed. “Um, some things came up with the people I usually have watching Phillip. I can’t go today. Can we maybe reschedule?”

“Is everything okay there?”

“Yes, of course. It’s just, the other kid got sick and the babysitter isn’t available, so… I can’t leave him.”

There was a slight pause on the other end. And then, “Well, what if I went over there? Would that be okay?”

Alex caught his breath and glanced at Phillip where he was bent over a journal, scribbling furiously with his tongue poking out. “And… meet Phillip?” he questioned.

“If that’s okay,” he answered gently. “It’s up to you, Alexander. But I’d be more than happy.”

He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Okay,” he said. “Uh… Phillip… he doesn’t… I haven’t… told… him….”

“That I’m a guy?” he finished lightly. Alex could almost hear the smile in his voice. “That’s okay. It’s understandable. So should we just reschedule?”

Alex looked over at Phillip who had suddenly been captivated by the screen, a chewed pencil between his teeth. “No,” he answered. “No, I… I want to see you. I just have to figure out how to explain this to him. I’ll send the address.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised. Alex bit his lip and took a shaky breath as he walked over to where Phillip was kneeling to write against the table.

“What are you watching?” he asked.

“Descendants,” he answered. Alex raised an eyebrow as colorfully dressed people danced and sang on the screen. “Wanna watch movies with me?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Let’s get some popcorn.” Phillip stood up and followed after him, insisting on being the one to climb a chair and put the popcorn in the microwave. While it popped, Alex got a couple of sodas and saw Phillip’s eyes brighten. “Yes, you get soda, but only one.”

Yes!” he screeched, pumping a fist in the air. Alex laughed and ruffled his hair. It was Eliza’s brown, wavy with the ends curled. As they sat down to watch the rest of the movie, there was a knock on the door. Phillip frowned and looked up at his father. “Who is it?” he whispered.

Alex gulped and went to answer the door. John was standing on the mat with a smile and nervous blush. “Hello, John Laurens,” Alex said with a fond smile.

“Alexander,” he greeted with that sparkle Alex so loved to see in his eyes. His eyes fell to the small child at his legs, peeking curiously around him. “Hello there,” he greeted. He knelt down and smiled. “You must be Phillip.”

“Phillip, this is John. He’s….”

“I’m a friend,” John offered, smiling reassuringly at Alex.

Phillip furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes brightened with recognition. “You’re the man who found me in the store! I didn’t know you were friends with Papa.”

John smiled and nodded. “Yep, that’s me. I’m glad you remember me.”

“Come on in,” Alex said ushering him in. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“A coke is fine,” he answered as he sat on the couch. Alex nodded and went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, John was glancing at Phillip who was poking at his teeth after a handful of popcorn, eyes flitting from the television to him. He noticed a paper on the table and pointed to it. “What’s that?”

“Just writing,” he answered.

“You like to write?” Phillip nodded. “Like stories?”

He shook his head. “Poems. Like Shel Silver-something. And Jack Frost.”

He smiled to himself. Shel Silverstein and Robert Frost. “Well, you sure are your dad’s son,” he said softly. “Can I read it?” Phillip hesitated then handed the paper to him. He scurried back to his popcorn, eating nervously.

The poem talked about a city. The cars and the sounds, the people he saw every day. With the repeated verse, “In the city, in the city,” every four lines. It was good for a seven-year old. It was observant. IT was surprising. But of course, with someone like Alexander as his father, it made sense Phillip would have some of his brain and skill.

He was smiling and when he glanced up, he saw Phillip’s eyes dart away from him. “This is really, really good,” he said sincerely. “How many poems have you written?”

Immediately, the seven-year old clambered over to him. “I have a folder. I used to have a journal, but I always ripped the pages. They’re not good sometimes.”

“Buddy, this is better than anything I could write. I’m a horrible poet.”

Phillip’s eyes lit up. “You think I’m a poet?” He pulled himself to his knees, very nearly sitting on John. “Like a real, for real poet?”

John chuckled and nodded. “Of course,” he answered. “And when you grow up, I bet you’ll have a book of poems published.” Phillip smiled so widely, John may as well have told him he won a million dollars to spend at Chuck E. Cheese’s.

“You wanna see my toys?” he asked. He hopped off the couch and pulled on his arm until John was following him to a room. He turned and saw Alexander standing at the kitchen with a look of shock and a soda can in his hand.

He followed behind them, staying at the door while John was pulled to the floor. “Look, I have these cars,” Phillip said, tugging out a fire truck filled with small cars. “I like to line them up in a super long line. And with colors. This one is my favorite. I want one like this when I grow up.” He held up a shiny red convertible with door that swung open. “But this one is my most fastest,” he continued, holding up a blue impala. “Wanna race? Or do you wanna look at my books?”

Alex leaned against the doorframe, smiling to himself as John grabbed a car and leaned forward, preparing to race. The two of them began to race their cars along the floor. John followed suit as Phillip made his car jump onto the drawer and dresser.

“Whoa, hey wait a minute,” John protested. “You’re blocking me!” Phillip giggled mischievously and continued to race his car, positioning his arm so John’s would be able to pass. “That’s not fair!” John laughed, abandoning his car and lifting Phillip up as he laughed uncontrollably. John began to tickle him, causing him to shriek and kick as he laughed.

Alex’s smile was so wide, his cheeks hurt. “I wasn’t blocking! You’re just a bad driver,” he gasped between laughter. John finally relented and sat back with him in his lap.

“I am an awesome driver,” he said. He looked up and met Alex’s eyes, his cheeks flushed from the laughter. “Right?”

“I’m going to have to side with my kid here,” Alex said teasingly. John groaned and smiled at Phillip. “Your soda,” he said, handing it over. John took it as Alex sat down on the floor with them. “We still doing movie night, bud?” he asked his son.

“Yeah. Can we watch Avengers?” Alex nodded and Phillip scrambled to his cabinet to grab the movie. “I want to sit with him,” he said, pointing to John. Alex couldn’t fight his smile.

“Okay,” he answered. They left the room and Alex put on the movie while Phillip sat on John’s lap with a bowl of popcorn on his own. Alex turned off the light and sat beside John. The arm that wasn’t holding onto Phillip was laying at his side. And as the movie began, his hand began to press against Alex’s, making him bite his lip before interlocking their hands.

With Phillip distracted, Alex wasn’t worried about being close to John. When the movie was almost over, Phillip’s head lolled and rested against John’s chest. By the time the movie was over, Phillip had completely knocked out, complete with an open mouth and light snores. John leaned into Alex and smirked. “Is this how you look when you sleep?”

“What? No,” he scoffed. John hummed and shook his head teasingly. “Hold on, let me get him to bed.” He stood up and extended his arms, but John shook his head.

“I got him.” He stood, carrying Phillip like a sleeping monkey to his room. Alex pulled back his bedsheets and John laid him down.

Alex tucked him in and started to leave, when he woke up. “Papa?” Alex stopped and waited. “Will your friend come back? I like him. He’s fun and nice.”

The sleepy mumbles made Alex’s heart swell and he smiled at him. “Yes, I think so,” he answered. “Go to sleep, son.”

“G’night, Papa.”

“Goodnight, Phillip.” He kissed his forehead then started to leave the room, taking John’s hand on the way out. He smiled at him and took a relieved breath. “Well, he likes you,” he said proudly.

“That’s good to hear. He’s a great kid, Alexander. Smart. And absolutely adorable.” Alex smiled and led John back to the couch. “Can I ask you something?” He hummed and began to play with his fingers. “I know you haven’t told him about the dates. But… I guess I’m wondering if you haven’t told him because… you don’t know if we’ll work out or… if it’s because I’m a guy. I mean… have you ever dated a guy before?”

Alex frowned and shifted. “I think it’s both. I don’t know. Before, I didn’t really have time to think about dating. I just wanted to finish school, go to college. Make my life different than most foster kids and orphans that remain in the system. Then I met Eliza and… everyone sort of expected us to be together. And I did love her. But I also feel like I wasn’t completely in that relationship. Not because she’s a woman, but… because I didn’t try. I cheated on her. I hurt her. And although it hurt when she left, I also knew that it meant I could start over.” He sighed and looked at John in the eyes. “I didn’t think I’d bother falling for someone again. Then you come into my life and… now you’re meeting Phillip.” He leaned in closer and gulped nervously.

“John Laurens, I like you a lot. And it’s kind of scary if I’m honest. But I don’t doubt what I feel just because you’re a guy. Trust me. I want to try this out. I want to….” He broke off, not really knowing what to ask much less how to ask.

But then, John leaned in and kissed him, removing his hand from Alex’s so he could cup his face. “Me too,” he whispered.

The next morning, Alex was drinking a coffee at his table, waiting for Phillip to come asking for food. He was still giddy and excited over the previous night. Four dates weren’t a lot to go off, but then again, that’s what official dating was for, right? Now it was just a matter of talking to Phillip about the situation.

A few moments later, Phillip shuffled into the kitchen, yawning widely. “I’m gonna get Coco Puffs,” he announced. Alex nodded and watched him as he climbed onto the counter for a bowl and tugged the milk gallon to the table with two hands.

Once he’d gotten his bowl of cereal and sat down to eat, Alex cleared his throat and took a breath. “So,” he began. “What did you think of John?”

Phillip looked up and tilted his head. “I like him. He’s super nice. He liked my poem!”

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile. He nodded and kept eating. “I like him too,” he said hesitantly. “A lot. And… I was wondering if you would be okay with having him come over more.” Phillip opened his mouth to answer, but Alex stopped him. “Hold on, son,” he said. He took a breath and tried to put it in the simplest terms. “He wouldn’t just be my friend. He’d be my boyfriend. Are you okay with that?”

Phillip looked confused. “Boyfriend? You can do that?”

He nodded and bit his lip. “Some people do. There’s some people who don’t like it, and they can be mean about it. But yes, he can be my boyfriend. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks or says. Except for you, Phillip. If you don’t want me to, then-”

Ohh!” he exclaimed suddenly. Alex’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s why you said I wasn’t getting another mommy, right? Because I’m getting another daddy? When do you get married?”

His eyebrows went up and his mouth open as he stared at his son. Eventually, he began to laugh nervously. “Oh, no Phillip,” he explained. “It’s not… we’re not getting married. Right now, I just want to know if it’s okay with you for him to be my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” he said, deflating. “Well, okay. I like him. I want him to come over more and play with me. Oh, and he can go to open house! And the school carnival!” Alex smiled and thanked whatever holy deity had blessed him with such a perfect, wonderful son. If he failed at everything else, he didn’t care. So long as he was a good enough father.

“I still think you should get married,” he mumbled. Alex chuckled and shook his head.

*** 2 years later because I’m weak ***

“Papa, my bow tie is too tight,” Phillip whined.

“You’re just not used to it, son,” he said with a smile. “Where’s the pillow? Remember you have to take care of that.” Phillip groaned and turned away, heading to another room.

As he walked by, he saw his mommy standing with aunt Angie and Peggy. “Sweetheart, where’s your father?” she asked when she saw him.

“Getting ready over there,” he answered. “I have to find the pillow.”

“Come here, let me fix your hair,” she said reaching out.

Phillip threw his hands up to cover his hair as he ducked. “No! Momma stop!” he whined. “I have to go.” She put a hand on her hip, but he continued to the other room. “Daddy?” he called. He found him sitting on a chair looking through his phone. “Daddy, my bowtie is too tight, and Papa won’t let me fix it, and Momma says my hair needs to be fixed, and I can’t find the pillow.”

John smiled stood from the chair, kneeling in front of him. “I got you, little man,” he said with a smile. He loosened the bowtie and fixed the shirt so it wasn’t to noticeable. Then he fixed his hair so it wouldn’t look like a cowlick or a tangled mess. “And the pillow is with Theo’s flower basket. It’s okay.” Phillip nodded and bit on the inside of his cheek. “What’s Papa look like?”

“Fancy,” he said. “So, after today, you’ll be my daddy for real, right? I mean, you are already because you go to my soccer games and my spelling bees and my open house and you take me to school and buy me books and food, but like for real, for real?”

John smiled and fixed his collar. “For real, for real,” he answered. Phillip smiled and wrapped his arms around him.

“I love you,” he said. “I have to find the pillow now. I’ll stay with Theo.” He turned away and rushed to find the flower girl.

Half an hour later, Alex was standing behind a door, waiting to walk out and see his fiancé. He was anxious. It was strange to have his ex-wife there, despite being on good terms. She got along well with John. And Phillip loved him. John often teased Alex saying he was sure Phillip loved him more than he did.

Finally, he was given the okay to open the door. His eyes immediately found John across the room and the blue in them seemed to intensify the second he saw him. Barely able to keep from running, they met in the center and smiled at each other. John was dressed in blue and Alex in gray. There was no doubt in his mind that this was what he wanted.

John was the only one who could calm him down when he was overwhelmed with work. He was always there for him, talking sense into him when his temper made him reckless. He cared for Phillip like he was his own. He was perfect. He was everything Alex never knew he needed.

And Alex couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was as they both walked down the aisle, hand in hand, all through the ceremony until the last “I do.”

Later, at the ceremony, there were a few slow love songs playing softly while food was served and people congratulated the newlyweds. Then, Eliza’s voice echoed through the room. “Ah, there we go,” she breathed. “Okay. Alex, John… congratulations. As your friends and as your family, we couldn’t be happier for you. However, this wasn’t meant to be my speech. There’s a little surprise that was supposed to come after dinner, but we can’t wait. Your son has something he’d like to say. And just so you know, he’s been practicing for this just about every day since you got engaged.” She smiled and looked at Phillip who was standing and fidgeting nervously beside her with a paper in his hands. “Phillip? Take it away.”

She handed him the microphone and Phillip shuffled, glancing around as people looked at him. “Um, okay,” he said. “I wrote this for my papa and my new dad.” He cleared his throat and looked at his paper. “My name is Phillip, and I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine, now I have a mom and two dads to call all mine.” Alex chuckled and smiled widely at him. “I remember Papa being sad one day after another, then Daddy found me in the store and everything got better. Now Papa smiles every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Applause erupted, and John and Alex stood clapping and smiling proudly. “Bravo!” Alex called. He hurried to walk around the table and Phillip hopped off the stage to run towards him. Alex caught him in his arms and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “I love you so much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Papa,” he said.

“That was amazing,” he said with a smile. He picked him up and John came up beside them, pulling Phillip into his own hug.

“You really will be a famous poet one day, Phillip,” he told him. “Thank you so much.”

Phillip smiled cheekily and hugged them simultaneously. “I told you you’d get married.”


Jughead x Reader

Jughead finds himself having no motivation to write and has trouble finding inspiration even when he changes up his surroundings. Until… 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,830

A/N: Funny thing is I came across this song by searching “Uninspired” on youtube, because that’s what I am now. Wooooo. That ‘woo’ was sarcasm btw. This song inspired something, but I’m tired of writing things that don’t mean anything. So here’s this. Don’t ask me if it means anything to me cause tbh idk.

The Song


Label you then leave you,

No they won’t stay for the fight,

It’s the closest thing to empty,

And the furthest from the light.

Jughead walks towards the ticket station in the darkness of the night. He buys a one way ticket to Toledo, hoping to never look back.

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buyer’s remorse

Pairing:  Eric Northman/Sookie Stackhouse
For:  @lucdarling
Prompt:  Sookie takes a job at Fangtasia instead of Merlotte’s AU

“I don’t really care for the terminology at all…” Sookie said with an abrupt eye roll.  "I don’t belong to anyone.“  

Eric sighed heavily.  Not for lack of air, just in exasperation.  She exasperated him.  

"Obviously, I would hold no legal ownership over you, Sookie…”  He ran his tongue over the tips of his fangs.  "But if you were mine, I wouldn’t have to worry about every single other vampire in this bar smelling you and sucking you dry.“  Bill Compton had been sniffing around with exactly those intentions.  Or perhaps something even more nefarious.    

"You don’t worry about this with Ginger,” she said, her tone almost accusatory.  

Pam rolled her eyes.  "Nobody’s clamoring for a bite of Ginger, I can tell ya that much.“  

"But they want a bite of me?”  Sookie snorted.  "You really expect me to believe that?  How do I know this isn’t some kind of vamp trick to get me to pledge myself to you or somethin’?  I don’t wanna wake up tomorrow married to you, Eric Northman.“

Pam chuckled, rolling her eyes again. Those muscles were getting quite a workout.  Eric turned towards his progeny and tilted his head towards the door.  "Leave us.”  

She did, not without a glare in his direction.  

“Let me say you’re mine…and…I can offer you my protection,” he repeated.  "You need protection in a place like this.“  

"Is this why you hired me?” she asked.  "Because I didn’t take the job at Merlotte’s because Sam was havin’ some pretty similar thoughts.“  

"I’m sure Sam wanted to impregnate you with his shifter pups.  This is different.  I can’t have children.  So there’s no worry about that.”  He arched an eyebrow to punctuate.  

“No, no.  I wouldn’t get knocked up, but I might end up anemic.”  

He narrowed his eyes. “Do you honestly think a vampire my age wouldn’t know when to stop?”  

“If I’m as aromatic as you say I am, maybe you couldn’t stop?” she smirked, looking like she’d won the argument.  He was a far more formidable opponent than most she’d bested, he’d wager.  

“I’m not a taker, Sookie.  I give as good as good as I get.  Some say I give better.”  

Judging by the way that made her pause, how her throat moved as she gulped, he’d struck a chord.  He moved in closer, cursing the fact that he couldn’t just glamour her.  The one time he’d tried it, she’d laughed in his face.  "Just allow me to formally announce that you are mine…" this next part was going to sting.  "I won’t bite you unless you specifically ask me to…"  

She scoffed. “Fat chance of that happening, Eric.”  

He closed his eyes for a moment before continuing.  "And then, you will have my protection.  And that of my maker.  No harm will ever come to you, Sookie Stackhouse.“  

She purse her lips in thought.  "Isn’t this a conflict of interest?  Since I’m working for you?”  

“I don’t know the answer to that.  I can have many simultaneous points of interest.  I suppose this puts ‘the ball in your court’ to put it in human terms." 

"So I have all the power?”  

“Every single bit,” he said quietly, almost hating to admit it.

She smiled. “Okay then.  I guess I’m yours, Eric Northman.” She held out her hand and he stared at it for a second before shaking it.  "I honestly expected you to cop a feel or something.“  

"I did too.  I think I’m having buyer’s remorse…” he muttered under his breath.    

anonymous asked:



47- “how can you still look so attractive while crying"



it’s been three weeks since you’ve seen or spoken to shawn, you wanted to reach out to him but you honestly didn’t know what to say.

he hasn’t tried contacting you, but did you blame him? you denied his marriage proposal.

well technically you said you needed time. but as you thought more and more about it, you knew it was too early to get married.

that didn’t mean you wanted shawn out of your life, or that you wanted to stop going out with him. you wanted to continue the relationship because you could definitely see yourself marrying him one day.

“y/n,” your best friend opened your bedroom door. “seriously just go talk to him. you’ve been sitting here for three weeks.”

you shook your head, “no he probably doesn’t want to see me anymore.”

“y/n,” she sighed. “you have to talk to him. it’s been three weeks, it’s time.”

you continued to stare out the window, particularly a couple who happened to be walking past. they looked so happy. you could’ve been that happy, but you ruined it.

you hated knowing she was right, you needed to talk to shawn at some point or else you would probably be in the state for a while. god, who knew how shawn was taking this whole thing?

“okay, you’re right. i’m going to go right now.” you say, getting up from your position at your bay window and making your way to the bathroom.

once you threw on some decent clothes, and fixed your hair and brushed your teeth, you grabbed your car keys and drove to shawn’s house.

the whole drive there you were deciding if you really wanted to go there or not, shawn was probably furious with you and honestly you wouldn’t be shocked if he never wanted to see you again.

you were lying if you said that wouldn’t hurt. even though you denied him, you still love him and would like to see where this relationship will go.

you found yourself in front of his driveway faster than you expected. you sat in your car for a while before deciding to finally go up to the door. it was now or never.

taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door a few times. no answer.

“shawn?” you asked, hoping maybe he was standing on the other side of the door.

after receiving no answer, you decided to let yourself in with the spare key under the door mat.

luckily he seemed to be the only one home since his car was the only one in the driveway. you pushed open the door to reveal shawn standing about a foot away from it.

your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him. his hair was a disheveled mess, and his eyes were red and puffy. they began to water again at the sight of you.

“y/n,” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “uh, what are you doing here?”

your heart broke at the sight of him.

“you should, uh, you should go.” he said, scratching the back of his neck. his voice was shaky, meaning he was about to cry again. he had never wanted you to see him cry.

“shawn, we need to talk about what happened.” you said, walking towards him. every step you took toward him, he stepped back.

“there’s nothing to talk about,”

“shawn,” you stepped forward again. this time, shawn didn’t take a step away. you grabbed his hand and cupped his chin, forcing his tear filled eyes to look at you.

“you know i love you right?”

he nodded, “but it’s too early to make a commitment like that.” he mumbled, tears were beginning to stream down his face. “i know, i know, i moved way to fast and probably scared you away.”

he effortlessly removed himself from your grip and turned away, making his way to his room. you followed, knowing this conversation was well from over.

“y/n, just go.” he cried, flopping onto his bed face first into his pillow.

“hey,” you soothed, taking a seat next to him and rubbing his back. “you didn’t scare me away shawn. i’m here aren’t i?”

“i knew i should’ve just gone with plan A, i shouldn’t have done it.” he exclaimed.

you ran your hand through his hair, trying your absolute hardest to comfort him. you knew you also had to keep your distance since you did break his heart three weeks ago.

after a few more minutes, he finally sat up. forcing himself to look at you. all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you honestly didn’t know. maybe he didn’t want to continue the relationship, maybe it was time to go your separate ways.

“how can you still look so attractive while crying?” you said, speaking before you thought. you covered your hand with your mouth. “sorry.”

shawn let out a weak chuckle, “its
okay.” he took a deep breath before speaking again.

“look y/n, i hope this doesn’t scare you away but before i proposed that night i spent so long debating weather to do that or just give you the promise ring i bought. looking back i don’t know why i didn’t pick the damn promise ring, that would’ve been so much better.”

you weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or to you, because most of the time he sounded almost like he was scolding himself.

“shawn, it’s okay honestly.” you smiled. “maybe we moved a bit too fast.”

he nodded, “just a bit.”

“but,” you started, lacing your fingers together. “if that promise ring is still an option, i would love it.”

you knew it was a long shot to ask that considering the position of your relationship, but it never hurt to try.

his eyes widened, “oh! yeah, uh hold on, let me grab it.”

you laughed as he rummaged through his drawers to find the small box.

“wait, wait,” you interrupted him. “you bought a promise ring and an engagement ring?”

he returned with a small white pandora box in his hand, “yes. i may have got a little over excited.”

you laughed as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful princess crown ring.

“i’m not sure if i need to make a speech, i kinda did that already.”

you smiled as he slid the ring into your finger.

“thank you shawn, this is perfect.”

he let out a sigh of relief, “thank god.”

you smiled, quickly kissing him. happy that you have your boyfriend back.

If I say yes will you go to the meeting? (Tony Stark x Reader)

Pepper leaving ruined him. He couldn’t deny that to anyone, they could all see it. He stopped sleeping, he barely ate, and he was far more crude and grumpy than usual. They were even worried he’d drink himself to death.

Then you showed up. Despite how little he wanted to, he knew he needed to replace Pepper. He couldn’t get through the day without an assistant. That’s where you came in. You had a stellar resume. You had worked for the best of the best. After interviewing at least twenty people, you were the only person who could keep up with everything he threw at you. He hired you not realizing that you were exactly what he needed.

He had hired you over two years ago. From the time you came he started getting back to his old self. He didn’t see it but the others did. He was sleeping, eating, and he actually tried to keep up his appearance. You were a good assistant too. You kept his schedule pristine and you got him where he needed to be better than Pepper ever had. Even if he could be difficult, you loved your job. What you didn’t love was the constant flirting.

“Come on (y/n). I’m the most, I repeat, the most eligible bachelor in New York. Don’t you want to change that?” He leaned over the kitchen counter you were sitting at and tilting his head a little.

“Really? Last I heard Steve was the most eligible bachelor. So you’re second. Sure I’ll change that. Hey Steve I’m free on Saturday morning.” You answered him not taking your eyes off of the computer you were typing on.

Steve’s head shot up from the comic book he was reading his eyes snapping to look at you. He opened his mouth to say something but Tony sent him a glare. Steve shook his head turning back to his book.

“Just one date. Then you can decide whether or not iron man is your favorite avenger.” He gave you a charming smile.

“No. Besides my favorite avenger is Natasha.” You answered reading over another email.

Tony huffed a little sitting down and sipping his coffee that you had picked up for him before work. He watched you run a hand through your hair and bit your lip like you always did when you were frustrated. He frowned unconsciously and put his coffee down.

“You have a meeting at 4 with the governor.” You sighed as you typed.

“No. I’m not going.” He shook his head.

He didn’t want to go. Those meetings never ended well and he couldn’t stand them. He’d rather work on his suit. He almost took back his words though as you looked up from the computer. Your eyes narrowed and he could see the tired bags under your eyes.

“Anthony Stark. You are going.” Your voice was low and he almost flinched at the sudden change.

“Not gonna happen….unless….” his lips twitched into a smirk.

“Unless what?” You sighed exasperated.

“Unless you make it worth it.” His voice seemed to purr out at you.

“Fine. If I say yes to a date will you go to the meeting?” You asked looking him in the eye.

“That sounds worth it to me.” He smirked.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” You sighed putting your head in your hands.

“I’ll pick you up at eight. You know how to dress.” He turned grabbing the coffee and walking away.

You picked up your tablet following him your heels clicking as you ran to keep up. You followed him briefing him on everything he needed to do for the day. Surprisingly he did everything without complaints. You helped him pick out his suit for the day, picking a navy blue suit. He didn’t really need your help but he knew if you picked it out it meant you liked it.

You ushered him into the car you had waiting as fast as possible before he could decide not to. He complained the whole ride and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed you tired face. There were times when he really could make you laugh.

“I swear this whole meeting is just an excuse to jump down my throat about Steve.” He huffed fixing his sunglasses.

“Just get through this without causing a fuss please?” You asked him leaning back into the seat of the car.

“Fine fine but just because you can’t be mad at me on our first date.” He teased laughing.

You smiled softly to yourself. His laugh always did sound like music to your ears. It was rare you heard his real one. Mostly he was sarcastic and mocking when he laughed. You glanced over at him once more as the car pulled up to the governors office. The two of you made your way up the stairs and into the office. The governor was waiting for you as you stepped inside ushering you into his private office. You sat off to the side taking notes. Tony had been right, this was awful.

You rubbed your temples as the two of you left. Tony was even in a slightly bad mood as you sat back down in the car. You busted out laughing the moment you had started back to the tower. Tony raised an eyebrow but couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with you.

“Oh you were right. I can’t stand those meetings.” You breathed out when you were done laughing.

“Told you. Hey. You can head home early. Gotta get ready for our date.” He smirked at you lowering his sunglasses a little.

“Okay Stark. I get it. We’re going on a date.” You huffed closing your eyes for a second.

You rode in silence the rest of the way. You fought to keep your eyes open only really waking up when you got out and the cool breeze chilled you. You packed your things saying goodbye to everyone quickly before rushing home.

You weren’t quite sure why but you were on edge. You weren’t sure you even had something nice enough for wherever Tony was bound to take you. He rarely if ever went small. You were about to give up when you remembered the dress Tony had bought you for your birthday. You had never had a chance to wear it before now. It was a knee length navy blue dress that had a lace overlay. You slipped it on pulling on a pair of navy heels. You left your hair down and you put on a silver bracelet. Checking yourself in the mirror a few times, you liked what you saw. You grabbed a nicer silver purse putting your wallet in it and stepping outside just in time for Tony to pull up. He got out of the expensive sports car opening the passenger door for you. You smiled at the gesture getting in.

Tony was awe struck as you walked over to the car. You were stunning normally but now, now you were more beautiful than he thought was possible. He sat in the drivers seat looking over at you. He took a deep breath gripping the steering wheel. He couldn’t seem to get out any words.

“I’m surprised you didn’t switch suits.” You smiled glancing over at him.

“Oh… yeah. Well since you picked it I figured you’d like it.” He mumbled his confidence gone.

“I do. It’s my favorite one of your suits.” You mused.

“You look beautiful.” He blurted before sighing.

He sounded like an idiot he was sure of it. He couldn’t keep the picture of you standing there out of his mind. He pulled up to a huge fancy restaurant. Your eyes were wide as you took in the sight of the gorgeous white pillar and huge oak doors. You felt slightly out of place as he helped you out of the car.

“Like what you see?” Tony finally smirked getting his confidence back.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathed out looking around.

Tony held his arm out to you leading you into the restaurant. No one stopped him as he walked you back to a booth hidden away from everyone else. A waiter was there in an instant and Tony ordered white wine for both of you.

“Tony this is… wow. This is too much.” You glanced around at the velvet seating and oak table.

“Hey. Nothing’s too much for you.” He winked flirting.

You blushed a little. Sure he flirted with you all the time but this was different. The way his eyes softened as he looked at you. You were about to respond when the waiter came back to take your order. Tony ordered for both of you somehow knowing exactly what you wanted.

The night went amazing. It was one of the best dates you had ever been on. He made you laugh and blush and at one point you almost spit wine out of your nose. As you finished your meal you realized how late it was. Both of you had work in the morning and it was almost 11 o'clock.

“Tony this was amazing. But we both have work tomorrow. You have a 7 am meeting.” You reminded him yawning a little.

“Told you any date with me would be amazing. But you’re right. Don’t want to be tired for another boring meeting.” He teased before dropping down the cash to pay for the bill and a large tip.

He offered his arm to you leading you to the car. You tried to fight it as he drove but eventually your eyes fell shut. You’d been up all night the night before getting Tony’s speech ready for the next big event. Tony glanced over at you seeing you asleep. He smiled driving to your house.

He didn’t want to wake you up as he parked in your driveway. He moved gently unbuckling you and lifting you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck burying your face. He gave a low chuckle as he grabbed your spare key. He was suddenly very grateful he knew where it was. He shut and locked the door behind him carrying you to your bed. He tried to set you down but you wouldn’t let go.

“Come on (y/n). You’re home.” He said rolling his eyes at you with a smile.

“Stay?” You mumbled quietly and he almost didn’t hear you.

“Okay. Let me do something real quick. You put your pajamas on.” He laughed setting you down.

You slowly kicked your heels off as he left the room. He sent a few emails canceling the 7 am meeting. When he walked back into the room you were in a tank top and shorts already curled up into your pillow. He smiled down at you kicking his own shoes off. He was glad he wore an undershirt as he carefully took his suit off. He had just taken off his button up as you reached out and grabbed his hand. He smiled even wider as he flopped next to you. You cuddled up to him letting sleep take over.

Tony didn’t expect this to happen. He wasn’t complaining though as he felt you lay your head on his chest. For the first time in a long time he fell asleep without a drink in his hand or his head on his work table.

The next morning you shot up checking the clock. Seeing the bright red numbers you made out the time. 12:30. You jumped out of bed waking Tony up as you did. He sat up on his elbows watching as you threw your closet open.

“We’re so late Tony!” You shouted grabbing a shirt.

“Calm down. I postponed all of my meetings. I told everyone I was sick.” His voice was low and rough with sleep.

You calmed down but you gave him a disapproving look. You sighed dropping the shirt and getting back into your bed. Tony smiled laying on his side and pulling you into him. You blushed as he did your body pressed against his.

“You know… I don’t want to get up. We’re staying here.” Tony laughed sleepily running his hand down your arm.

“Sounds good to me, Mr. Stark.” You laughed a little your hand on his chest where the reactor was.

“I don’t want to wake up without you… ever again.” Tony whispered softly his eyes half lidded as sleep tried to grab him again.

papayawhipped  asked:

1 or 40 with Marichat 👀👀👀


Hi! I chose the 40 prompt, but I hope you don’t mind that there’s a chunk of Adrienette in it. I got the idea and I couldn’t stop writing it :) But if you don’t like it, I can write something else. I just feel like “I believe you dropped this” sounds something more like a stranger would say to another. Still, I hope you like this! 

BTW, Marinette isn’t Ladybug and Chat’s a supervillain. Hawk Moth doesn’t exist either. 

“I believe you dropped this.”

She knew she was carrying too much stuff. Working as an intern at the greatest fashion company in France did that to her. However, it was a small price to pay to being on the road to achieving her dream.

Sketches, documents, hand-outs, design competition dates…all of it was crammed in the folders she carried. She should really get a car, so she wouldn’t have to walk home with her arms full and aching every day, but unfortunately her lowly intern status didn’t supply her with enough money to be able to afford the luxury of a car. She had to pay rent for her apartment and buy other necessities.

So until she was a top-notch designer, she was stuck with being car-less and more hands-on.

Although, there was another option, in the form of the one and only Adrien Agreste.

She met Gabriel Agreste’s son on her first day on the job. The designer she was working under had politely requested she bring her a coffee from the nearest break room. She accepted the task, and immediately went out to fulfill the order.

When she was walking back to deliver the drink, her eyes were focused on nothing but the steaming liquid and that alone. It was filled to the very brim of the cup, and one wrong move would send it to the floor. She was already clumsy, so she had to be extremely careful.

But maybe she should’ve glanced up every so often. If she did that, then maybe she wouldn’t have crashed into her boss’s son and spill hot coffee all over his white, designer shirt.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” she gasped, staring at the gaping model in horror.  

She couldn’t believe her terrible luck. Of all people to spill coffee on, she spilled coffee on Adrien freaking Agreste. He was perhaps the only person aside from his father that could have her fired in an instant, and ensure she would never be able to work in fashion again.

Her life was over. Absolutely, utterly over.

Well, it was nice while it lasted.

She stood stiffly, awaiting the inevitable screaming and scolding she was about to receive. The accusations of how she’s so clumsy, stupid, oblivious, and how in the world did such an idiot get a job here?

However, he just continued to stare at her.

His green eyes were wide, unblinking as he ignored the way the front of his shirt was now stained brown and how some of the coffee was dripping to the floor. It was like he didn’t even know it happened.

Oh, God. Did she break him? Make him suffer a silent nervous breakdown?

“U-Uh, s-sir? I can clean your shirt if you want…I-I’m still so sorry about this! I wasn’t looking because I was trying to concentrate on not spilling it, but, uh-“ she paused to let out a shaky, nervous laugh. “I guess that plan failed.”

Her rambling must’ve done the trick. Adrien slowly blinked, before looking down at his ruined shirt. To her amazement, he actually chuckled, prior to returning his gaze back to her.

“No worries. It was an accident, right?” he quipped, giving her a smile with teeth that almost blinded her. “It’s okay, no harm done. It’s only a shirt, I have more.”

Marinette faltered, not believing this. Was he serious? Was he actually forgiving her?

“I-I’m not fired?” she questioned, still in shock that she hadn’t received a screaming lecture yet.

“Fired?!” he repeated in astonishment. “For accidently spilling coffee on me? Why would I do that?”

“B-Because you’re Adrien Agreste! Boss’s son, number one model in Paris, y-you can have me never work in fashion again if you wanted to.”

A sort of bitter smile spread his lips. “I’m more than just my last name, you know.”

Immediately she felt regretful for her response and how the light in his eyes briefly dimmed. She was talking to him like he was some expensive object, and not as a human being. Besides, this man didn’t seem like the cold, distant Gabriel Agreste. No, the man in front of her seemed friendly, personable, and overly bright.

Not to mention very understanding and merciful.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized earnestly, her cheeks tinting a soft pink in embarrassment. “You’re right. You’re a person, not an object.”

“I’m glad you see that,” he chuckled lightly, and she had a feeling that the instant would be forgotten between them. “So, what’s your name?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she replied, smiling. “I’m an intern, here.”

He pursed his lips, his eyes shifting to the side as he pondered over something.

“Hm,” he murmured at last. “It would explain why I haven’t heard of you. Let me guess, that coffee was for the designer you’re interning for?”

Her cheeks delved into a new red in her shame at the reminder, even though his shirt was enough of one. “Y-Yeah…look, I’m really sorry about that…”

He waved his hand in dismissal. “It’s no big deal, honestly. It’s not like you did it on purpose.” He paused, his eyes suddenly taking on a mischievous twinkle as a corner of his mouth curled up. “Right?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed in amusement.

“Yes I did, because I always felt that models just needed to be imperfect for once.”

After the words left her mouth she quickly bit her lower lip, anxious of what his reaction would be. It was a risky sentence, but in her mind’s eye he was beginning to look less and less like the boss’s son and more like an acquaintance of hers that she could joke freely with. Why did she never think before speaking? Why did her mouth have no filter?

To her immense relief, he burst out laughing. It was one of the most pure, melodious sounds she ever heard. This smile was different than the ones he displayed for the camera, she noticed. This one was actually genuine.

Come to think of it, he was a really handsome guy (Duh, he’s a model). His eyes were as bright as an emerald gem and his golden hair seemed to be just the right amount of thickness to lose her fingers in…

No! She shouldn’t be having those thoughts. He was her employer’s son who worked for the company, and she didn’t believe in dating a coworker of any sort. It would just lead to unnecessary drama, should the relationship fall through.

Wait a second. Why was she even considering this? It wasn’t like he found her attractive or anything. She was in way over her head.

Adrien finally calmed down, although a smile still lingered, with the edges of his lips twitching in left over amusement.

“I suppose some of us do. Models can be very conceited and…well, divas to put it bluntly. I would like to think of myself as not one of them, but I guess you thought differently.”

Just when Marinette was about to refuse, to say how much she thought he was so down to Earth, he winked, letting her know he meant nothing by his remark.

“Well, I better get another coffee ready. Madame Laurent is probably thinking I abandoned her,” she joked.

He grinned. “Imagine if she knew the real reason…”

She paled at the prospect. If she wouldn’t be fired, then she would be the laughing stock of the entire company and all of France!

Suddenly he laughed again. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I know how to keep a secret.”

His smile then turned into a sly smirk. For some reason, it made her think that he knew something she did not.

“See you later, Marinette!”

She smiled, pushing away her previous suspicious thoughts. “Bye, Mr. Agreste.”

In her haste to turn around to get another coffee, she failed to notice the way he frowned.

From that day onward, Marinette never failed to see Adrien somewhere in the building. Alya once told her that once you meet a person you’ll see them everywhere, but she never believed it until now.

He always initiated a conversation between them, they would laugh and exchange bits about their day. It was honestly one of the highlights of her day. Madame Laurent had been her only friend for the most time, and so Adrien was like a breath of fresh air.

However, she tried not to get too personal with the friendship. He was still her boss’s son, so they had to keep it professional to some degree.

But Adrien didn’t seem to think so at all. In fact, after two weeks he actually asked her out to dinner after work! He had handed her a gardenia, then proceeded with the dinner offer. He had asked her in the most charming manner ever possible, but she rejected him all the same.

She was not going to be known as the girl who was dating the boss’s son. If she ever made it to the fashion big leagues, her talent would be questioned because of her connection. Besides, even if he wasn’t Gabriel’s son she still would’ve said no. Relationships between coworkers would always bring about scrutiny and gossip, not to mention annoyance and irritation should the relationship break apart.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Agreste, but you know I can’t,” she had said after the third proposal in three days, holding the red camellia to her heart. She had kept the flowers, the first one and the second one: the pink camellia. She knew he would feel even more stung if she had refused the flowers as well.

His shoulders drooped, although his expression only fell a little bit. He had gotten better at facing rejection. He was all too quick to plaster a small smile to his face.

“You can call me ‘Adrien’, you know,” he murmured, looking down at his shoes. It was perhaps the hundredth time he had told her that. But she never listened, always choosing to call him ‘Mr. Agreste’. ‘Adrien’ would only bring them closer.

And God forbid if that should ever happen.

“A relationship with a coworker isn’t so bad,” he continued, bringing his pained eyes to her pitying ones. “It can end happily.”

“I don’t want to take that chance,” she lamented in low voice. “Besides, I can’t be known for dating Gabriel Agreste’s son. People would never believe that I made it in fashion without special help.”

A sardonic laugh escaped through his mouth, eliciting a flinch from the intern.

“I guess I never will be anything more in your eyes than my last name.”

So, yes, she supposed that she could have gotten a ride home from Adrien, who was still trying to pursue her even after that uncomfortable encounter. But that would only serve to encourage him that there was a chance between them, and she definitely did not want that.

Alas, she was resigned to walk the lonely streets at night with a bundle of endless papers.

She grunted as she shifted the folders in order to dig in her jacket pocket, to grab her keys since she was getting close to her apartment. But she stilled when she didn’t feel the delicate petals of the red camellia Adrien had given her that day. With so much stuff to carry, she was forced to try to pocket the flower as best she could without ruining it.

But now it was gone. It must’ve fallen out somehow during her walk.

Her heart doubled in panic as she whipped her head behind her, knowing the flower probably wouldn’t be just lying on the sidewalk right there for her to see, but hopeful it would be anyway.

Of course it wasn’t there.

She lost the camellia. She may have spurned Adrien’s affections at every turn, but she was appreciative of the thoughtful flowers he had given her. And what does she do? Not only reject him, but lose his flower.

She felt like an utter piece of shit.

“Excuse me, Mademoiselle,” a deeper voice unexpectedly spoke, making the young woman jump in surprise and turn back around.

A lump formed in her throat as her eyes widened.

Chat Noir, Paris’s most renowned criminal. She had seen him in videos and pictures, but had never seen him in person. However, with the destructive Cataclysm power at his fingertips, who would want to?

The blurry videos and pictures didn’t do him justice. She had expected him to be older, yet he looked around her age. His messy hair shone bright like the sun, and his intense, cat-like eyes were a mossy green focused solely on her. The mask didn’t cover the lower portion of his face, so she could easily see the chiseled jawline and perfectly formed lips. Lips that were curled into an alluring smirk.

She unconsciously found her toes curling in her nude pumps.

For a supervillain, he was undeniably gorgeous, even with the mask concealing most of his features.

But he was most likely going to kill her right then, so she should probably stamp down on those kinds of thoughts.

From behind his back he pulled out, what else, but the red carnation that had been lost.

“I believe you dropped this,” he purred, presenting the red camellia to her with a chivalrous bow.

Mouth agape, and with shaky fingers she gently took the offered flower.

Why would he confront her just to give back her lost flower? Shouldn’t he be hurting her by now?

“You know, most people find me rather quickly,” he mused, cocking his head to the side as he regarded her, still maintaining that grin. “But you didn’t see me until I verbally acknowledged you.”

Now his smirk curled deeper, his lips parting to reveal a row of brilliantly white teeth.

“You should really pay more attention to your surroundings. You never know who you might bump into.”

His eyes were alight with a new humor, humor that she didn’t understand. She supposed that it was ironic, considering that she was now face to face with the most dangerous villain in the country, but his eyes seemed to say that he was amused for a whole other reason.

Brushing it off, she straightened, leveling a disinterested stare at the blond. Willing herself to be brave, she spoke.

“So are you here just to taunt me, or to actually kill me?”

He blinked, seemingly taken aback, before his grin was back in place.

“Why would I want to kill such a lovely girl? With eyes as blue as the heavens, and hair as black as night? It would be like destroying a stained glass window.”

Before she could somehow prevent it, she felt her cheeks heat up in a furious blush. Still, as much of a poetic compliment it was, she was surprised and confused on why he would say that to her. He was the bad guy, shouldn’t he only care about himself?

“Chat Noir,” he introduced, taking the hand that held the flower to press it against his lips. As she watched on, stupefied at the affectionate gesture, he looked up at her with a charming smile.

“It is an absolute purrleasure to meet you.”

Was this really happening? The most wanted man in the country giving back her flower, kissing her hand, and acting like a gentleman? Where were the usual evil grins, the cruel taunts, the hisses and sharp claws?

“Why are you doing this?” Marinette whispered. She didn’t understand this new personality before her.

His eyebrows furrowed beneath his mask. “Doing what?”

“N-Not killing me,” she stammered, new fear taking over her in preparation of what she was about to say next. “You’re a supervillain, who destroys anything with a single touch. But you’re being nice to me. I don’t understand.”

His cat ears drooped, she didn’t even know they could actually move. His shoulders dropped and his lips turned down into a pained frown. His eyes darkened with the same emotion.

“I may be a villain, but I’m not heartless. I don’t just terrorize random civilians at night. Sure, maybe give them a little scare, but not kill them as you seem to think I do. Besides,” he paused to smirk, “you’re too beautiful to sink my claws into. Well,” he chuckled, his eyes darkening, but not with pain this time. “Not in that way, anyway.”

Her eyebrows drew down, not understanding. Until his meaning dawned on her and she literally squeaked. She felt the blush travel to all over her face; she wouldn’t be surprised if she resembled a tomato now.

Chat Noir stepped back, his earlier teasing smirk gone to be replaced by a serious frown.

“I promise not to hurt you, you have no need to be afraid of me. I know you probably don’t believe me, but I still wanted to tell you and prove it to you. Now…” He smiled. “I see you have quite a load of papers, there. Would you like some assistance?”

For a minute she just stood there, disbelieving of this man entirely. None of this was making any sense in her head, and she was aware that she should’ve screamed and ran away when she first saw him, but even she knew to not let a criminal know where she lived.


“I understand,” he replied, frowning in disappointment. “Who would let a villain know where they lived, right?” he asked with a sarcastic grin. “Have a good night, Mademoiselle.”

He nodded his head before reaching behind his back, pulling out his silver staff she had seen quite a few times. He mainly used it to get to hard-to-reach places, but sometimes using it to beat police officers and other people when he couldn’t make a quick getaway and had to fight to get out.

He looked so dejected, so disheartened and sad, that the next word flew out of her mouth without thinking.


He stopped, peering at her quizzically as he lowered the baton. “Yes?”

Well, there was no going back now.

“These papers are really heavy,” she shifted her arms with a small groan to prove her point, “and I could use your help. If-if you wanted to, that is.”

The smile that lit up his face in that instant would forever be engrained in her memory.

“As you wish, Princess,” he bid, bowing so low his golden hair almost touched the ground. “This knight in shining leather is at your service.” He rose back from his position, practically bouncing on his toes in giddiness.

She thought it was rather strange for him of all people, but she couldn’t deny that it was cute.

He immediately moved to take every last folder from her, letting her aching arms at last hang freely. She responded with the lost weight with a pleased sigh.

“Does your apartment have anything special on the outside of it? Something eye-catching?” he asked, not struggling at all with the weight. She admired his strength, but couldn’t deny that she was a little jealous.

“There’s a pink lounge chair on the little balcony outside,” she stated, pointing to her nearby apartment building. He turned, following her finger.

“My apartment’s in the back of the building.”

“Got it,” he replied confidently, before tightening his grip on the papers and jumping up to the nearest building, and inevitably to her apartment building.

Marinette shook her head. This was probably the craziest night of her life. Never had she expected Chat freaking Noir to find her, give back her lost camellia, compliment her and call her ‘Princess’ and deliver her work’s load to her room for her.

Who knows, maybe he was reconsidering his villainy and opting to go for the hero route?

Just as she was about to take a step in her apartment’s direction, she heard a thump. Startled, she looked to the side to see a panting, but smiling, Chat Noir standing on the ground, without any folders in his arms.

That was quick.

“Your turn,” was all he said before he took her in his arms. She shrieked, demanding to be put down and this is dangerous, put me down you stupid cat!

He only laughed prior to jumping up, going the same route he took for her apartment balcony. She closed her eyes and pressed her head into his chest to shield herself from the frightening sight of the ground below her.

She asked him to carry her things for her, she did not sign up for this!

She thought she felt his hold tighten on her a little, but she couldn’t be too sure.

Good thing it ended just as fast as it had begun. In no time she found her feet softly touching her balcony floor, her body slowly and gently easing out of his fingers. When she looked around she noticed her work stacked into a neat pile on the lounge chair.

“Your papers and yourself, brought back safe and sound as promised,” he said, dipping into a short bow. When he rose back up he grinned. “Did I do a good job, Princess?”

She nodded, still flabbergasted at all that had taken place that night. The first thing she would do once she got inside would be to down a glass of wine.

“Yes, you did. Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at her. Why was he looking at her like that? They had only just met!

They stood there for a few seconds, her not knowing what to do under such an admiring gaze and he not taking any notice of her confusion (or her flattery).

“I guess this means I should bid you adieu,” he declared, breaking the silence. “Good night, Princess. I hope our paths cross again very soon.”

For the second time that night he took her hand and placed a loving, tender kiss on her knuckles. His warm lips eliciting a pleased shiver from the girl as she watched on with heated cheeks and an accelerated heartbeat.

When he finished he looked up and gave her one last smile.

“Oh, almost forgot,” he suddenly spoke, reaching around behind him and pulling out a flower. Her mouth parted, surprised and wondering why the hell he had a random flower on him.

When he gave it to her, she recognized it to be a peachblossom, with the petals soft and absolutely perfect.

Her widened sapphire eyes glanced up from the flower just in time to see him hop on her balcony railing. With a wink and two-finger salute he was gone, vanishing into the night like the smooth villain he was.

In the back of her mind, she marveled at how she was willing to reject a coworker, but start thinking of accepting a criminal.

Flower Meanings:

Gardenia: You’re lovely, secret love

Pink camellia: Longing for you

Red camellia: You’re a Flame in My Heart, innate warmth, alas my poor heart

Peachblossom: I am your captive

Try Not To Laugh Ft. IKEA

Alex is a Youtuber and she does the try not to laugh challenge with Shawn… Then go to IKEA.


“Hey guys it’s ya girl Alex here! Back with another video! Today I’m accompanied with Shawn! My boyfriend.” She smiled, as Shawn sits next to her with a water bottle in hand.

“Hi! I’m Shawn.” He smiled, making Alex laugh.

“They know who you are, pookie.” She smiled, making him blush cause she called him a pet name on camera.

“Okay we’re just gonna get started.” Alex smiled.

“Yeah this isn’t that hard to understand.” Shawn said as Alex bought the water bottle to her mouth.

“Okay… Alex.” Shawn stated.

“Hmm.” She hummed, with water in her mouth.

“What’s 9+10??” He questioned, making her shrug.

“19… Wanna know what’s funnier than 19?… 25.” He said like in that Spongebob episode.

She snorted and spit it out onto shawns face and chest.

“It wasn’t even that funny!” Shawn laughed, wiping his face.

Shawn drank some water and Alex was thinking of something to say to make him laugh.

She stared at him for a couple seconds. He smiled and almost spit the water out.

“Okay Shawn… Why didn’t the skeleton cross the road?” She asked, he raised his arms up, knowing it was one of her cheesy jokes.

“Okay… Well get this… Okay? Get this. Okay- so- okay cause he- okay so.” She stuttered, making him spit it all over her face.

“Shawn!” She whined, using his shirt to wipe it off.

“You were so cute! You couldn’t even finish your joke!” He laughed, while he was laughing so hard she took a swig of water and spit it on his face.

“Alex no!” He laughed, covering her mouth.

“God it got wet really fast.” Alex smirked and winked at the camera.

“Babe stop.” Shawn laughed, covering the camera.


“Ya mums a noodle.” She said, really close to his face, he snorted and spit it out again, some got in her mouth and she spit it back at him.

“Wow water is so reusable.” She giggled, Shawn laughed and laid his head on her lap.

“Okay, next round!” She smiled, drinking some water.

Shawn sat back up and poked her cheek, then shoved his finger in making her spit it all out, she over exaggerated a bit though.

“You can’t do that!” She laughed.

“You never stated any rules!” He exclaimed, bringing the bottle to his face.

“You have to make me laugh bubbas!” She giggled, reaching up and squeezing the bottle, making it go all over him.

“Alex!” He laughed, wiping his face.

“Do you think the ocean is salty? ‘Cause it never waves back!” Shawn said, she snorted and a little bit fell out of her mouth. He chuckled and poked her cheek again.

“Stop doing that!” She giggled as he took some more water.


“Okay it got a little boring so halfway through we’re gonna spice it up and go to IKEA instead! Maybe try to get kicked out. Who knows?” She smiled, getting in her car as Shawn recorded for her.

Once they got there, Shawn immediately got a cart and told her to get in.

“Why should I?” She teased, climbing in anyway.

“Cause I cater to you.” He laughed, caressing her face.

“I can do that for you too.” She smiled, he wheeled her around and when they got to the kitchen tools and appliances, that’s when the jokes started.

“Hey babe look! Your natural habitat!” Shawn joked, pointing at the kitchen set up a couple feet ahead of them.

“Hey, that’s sexist!” She giggled.

They rolled around a bit more, grabbing some towels or pillows here and there.

“This feels like your merch bubs.” Alex joked, touching a rough sponge.

“Oh come on! That hurt.” He chuckled.

“I sowwy.” She smiled.

“Awe it’s okay baby.” He smiled, playing with her shoes.

“What’s one thing you don’t like about yourself?” Shawn asked, Alex hummed and looked around at the furniture they were by.

“I dunno, I think I volunteer too much.” She joked, making him laugh.

“Did you make that up?” He smiled.

“No, I saw it on Tumblr.” She smiled, his cheeks were red and his hair looked curlier than usual. He still looks amazing obviously.

Shawn leaned down and pushed her camera away, kissing her. He had to or else he would’ve been so agitated for the duration of their journey.

“Oooh let’s go find the beds.” She joked, he smiled and kissed her again quickly.

“Wait actually I need a new table. We can build it together!” She smiled, he blushed a bit and rolled them to the table sections.

“I like that one!” She smiled, pointing at a nice black one that had two “shelves” the bottom for magazines she would think.

“Oh yeah me too!” He smiled, picking up a box and placing it next to her in the cart.

“Maybe I should get out. I don’t wanna ruin the box or anything.” She smiled, Shawn “helping” her get out by just squeezing her butt once her feet hit the floor. He made sure no one was around though.

“Shawn!” She giggled, swatting his hand away.

“Sorry! I couldn’t help myself.” He smirked, noticing her camera wasn’t on anymore.

“What? No more filming?” He asked, wrapping an arm around her.

“Nope. Just gotta film my outro.” She smiled, scrolling through her notes on her phone, where she kept all her ideas.

“Next week I think imma do a QnA, what do you think?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Go for it baby.” He smiled and kissed her lightly.


A Morning To Be Remembered

In which Bruce misses Jason and is trying His Best™ to be nice to Tim.

Bruce entered the cave and saw Jason sitting in front of the batcomputer.

No, a voice in the back of his mind said. Jason’s dead. You let Joker kill him. He swallowed, and looked at the glass case where Jason’s Robin costume was held. How could he have forgotten that boy who had, for many brief months, made the world a slightly better place, died?

He averted his eyes from it, pain and anger burning, memories of a far better time leaping out of the shadows in his mind he had shoved them in, and turned them back to the boy in his chair.

“I told you to go home.” he said to the boy–Tim, his mind supplied.

The boy jumped and swiveled the chair around. He stared at Bruce for a moment before saying, “I did,” defensively

Bruce restrained himself from commenting on the dark circles under his eyes, he wasn’t any better off himself. Still, it didn’t look right.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

Tim blinked slowly, calculating. “I did, and then I came back,” he said, all but too innocent.

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

“There wasn’t anyone home, anyway,” Tim mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

The Drakes were out again. But then, when weren’t they. Bruce thought they might have been to two, maybe three, of his galas of all the ones they were invited to. He couldn’t help but feel angry that they were leaving their son behind, it was less right than the shadows under Tim’s eyes.

Tim shrank a little into the chair and said, “Sorry, I’ll go now, Mr Wayne.” He got up and headed for the exit.

“Hn,” He should stop him, let him eat breakfast here, especially since there wasn’t anyone at home to cook for him.

Why would you want that? Said the voice in the back of his mind that was really beginning to grate his nerves. He already has a family, do you think he’d just trade in his parents for one who couldn’t even stop his ward from leaving, or son from dying?

Bruce ignored it and said, “Stay for breakfast.” He inwardly winced at how gruff it sounded.

Tim said, “No, thanks Mr Wayne. I’m late for school.”

“It’s Saturday,” he said, withholding a smile. He almost felt guilty for trapping him.

“Oh, okay.” He stopped and waited for Bruce to head out, before going up.

Bruce had to say though, the kid did look relieved.

Sleep - pt 3

Originally posted by jminies

“The chances of relapse are extremely high. She’s only been here a year after all. The system says she can leave because of how much better she has gotten but honestly patients should do two years minimum. So Mr. Jung, you are accepting responsibility for her as her guardian, that being said, you need to watch her. You need to watch out for signs.”

“I understand. I understand completely.” He answered.

“Mr. Jung, if anything happens…you will have to make a choice and do what is best for her.”

“I will. She means too much to me, for her sake, I can’t be selfish.” He said.

“Alright then. Nurse Ahn will bring her out in a few minutes. Sign here.”

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Love Can Heal (Part 3)

 Pairing: Paul Lahote X Reader / Emmett Cullen X Ex!Reader

 Word count: 1.170

 Warnings: Depression; self-harm; pretty much stuff like that.


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 Part 10

 Part 11

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 Part 13

 Part 14

 Part 15 (FINALE)

 I don’t know how long we stayed on the airplane because I slept. I woke up on Emmett’s shoulder and stood up straight quickly since I’m still angry with him. Angry with the Cullen. Bella and Edward are waiting for us, so I say hi to both and get in the car. It’s terribly cold. I embrace myself and close my eyes only to open them to see their house. I remember it perfectly, and I hate it even more now.

 Esme hugs me and guides me in. At least they turned on the heater for me. Everyone comes to apologize and welcome me. I try not to look so pissed off.

 “Come, I’ll show you your room.”

 “Where are my bags?”

 “I throw them out.” Emmett smiles and I can notice Alice getting excited.

 “You did what?” I want to hit him in the face, but I’m just too tired. I run upstairs. Well, kind of. I walk upstairs as fast as I can. “I’ll take a shower and you better get me some clothes or I’ll be on the next flight back to Alaska!”

 I get into the first room I see and rush to the bathroom. I don’t know who “sleeps” here but I don’t care.

 Once I’m done I open the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel, I find a small pile of clothes waiting for me. I get dressed, rolling my eyes when I walk out the bathroom to spot Emmett sitting on the bed.

 “You’re not going back.”

 “I know. My bedroom, please?”

 “Come.” He makes me follow him to the other side of the house, to a bedroom with a wall made of glass. I can see the trees, the sky and so much more.

 “We set this room especially for you. Did you like it?” Esme is here, being so kind that I feel bad for being mad at her for two years.

 “Yes. Thank you. Maybe some curtains.” I suggest.

 “Sure. I’ll leave you two to talk.” She walks out and closes the door. I pull the blanket and wrap it around myself, sitting on the bed.

 “Can I hug you?”

 “No.” I say, without thinking twice.


 “I’m tired. I’ll try to get sleep.”

 “I’ll wake you up soon, so you can eat.” Emmett kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I lay down hoping for a calm sleep.

 They make me eat. Against my will. Five vampires hang over me, forbidding me to even move until I finish. There’s too much food, but I push it in. I cry and I threat to murder them. When I’m done, I feel weird, heavy. I can’t remember the last time I ate this amount of food.

 “I’ll throw up.”

 “You won’t. Just…”

 “I’m not kidding.” It’s been months since eat properly. My stomach is not used to be so… filled. I’m gonna throw up.

 “Focus. Concentrate on… on anything. Let’s watch TV. ”

 They drag me to the couch. I lay down and close my eyes again. The night is falling and I feel uncomfortable. I wanna go home. I wanna sleep. I don’t want to be in a house full of vampires who want to make feel better. That’s stupid. I get up and head to my bedroom without saying anything when someone knocks.

 Esme opens the door and four men walk in. Copper skin, jeans, and a t-shirt. It’s snowing out there, how’s that possible? I stand beside the stairs, looking at them.

 “Ivy, this is…”

 “I’m Sam. The Alpha.” He interrupts Emmett, as the four men come closer to me.

 “The wolves, as I promised.” Emmett is suddenly by my side.

 “This is Paul, Jacob and Kevin.” The Alpha continues, not bothering to smile. “Jacob is Renesmee’s boyfriend and Kevin the newest on the pack. He’s your age.”

 “How do you know my age?”

 “Emmett told us.” The one who is called Paul gives me a small smile.

 “Yeah.” I murmur.

 “He told us about your depression too.”

 “Yeah. Sam, right? He told you something else?” I’m getting really irritated with Emmett right now, telling these strange people about my private life.

 “Only about your being depressed. Care about telling us why?” Is Paul again. He steps closer, analyzing me. Why do people gotta do that? I know I’m sick. I’m pale and skinny, so nobody has to take a closer look to notice that.

 “Yes, sure.”

 “Ivy, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel comfortable.” Emmett touches my arm and I take a deep breath.

 “I… I killed my parents.” I whisper and all the wolves stare at me in shock. “I mean… They died because of me. I went to a party they didn’t want me to. They went after me, had a car accident, got stuck inside the car, a fire started and they burned to death.”

 I’m crying, looking at my feet. It’s cold, I’m tired and my hands are shaking. The silence kills me while they look at each other. I’m almost giving up and running to my bedroom.

 “We’re very sorry about your…”

 “About my loss? Thank you.” I say abruptly, drying my tears and facing them. “I need to take a shower.”

 “You just did. A few hours ago.” Emmett makes me stop when I’m about run upstairs.

 “Why don’t you come with us? We’re going to have pizza.” Paul speaks all of a sudden. Now I realize how he stares at me like he couldn’t get enough, or like he’s trying to memorize me. Maybe he’s so sure I’m going to die that he just wants to keep this poor girl in his memory.

 “You don’t have to do that.”

 “Do what?”

 “Whatever Emmett told you to.”

 “He told me nothing.”

 “Mhmm.” I push Emmett away again and turn to face Paul. “Being honest, I don’t wanna go.”

 “Why don’t you give it a try?” Emmett has an angry expression on his face, but I can tell he’s thinking about me first. “Go out for a walk and… keep your mind away from sad thoughts.”

 “I don’t know these men. They could be serial killers.”

 “They’re not serial killers. And I’ll go with you, of course.”

 “No. I don’t wanna go.”

 “Please? I know a very good snack bar. Great pizza.” Paul gets over excited with the pizza and I look at him awkwardly. I just can’t understand why someone can be so happy just because of pizza.

 “I’m sorry, I…”

 “I’ll give you a ride on my back.”

 “Why would I want it?”

 “Because anyone can ride a horse, but not many girls are so lucky to ride a giant wolf.” He smiles and I almost feel excited to go.

 “Okay. Turn to a wolf, then.”

 “Outside.” Paul steps aside, gesturing for me to go. I try to smile, but I don’t know if it’s possible. So I just walk past him, staring at the front door, really excited for the first time in two years.



anonymous asked:

I really love your writing! All the angst, fluff, angst, headcannons, angst, and did I already say angst? It gives me the greatest feels trip ever. >.< Umm can I request how RFA+V+saeran would react to MC having her labor and seeing their firstborn?

~This is so cute, yes!! I’m a huge sucker for this kind of fluff tbh.

◉ Yoosung

  • You’re screaming for him
  • He’s got his headset on, completely immersed in the world of LOLOL
    • “Yoosung!” you stood next to him
    • “What is it?” he gave you a glance and freed one ear from the headset
    • “It’s time,” you winced in pain
    • “Oh my god!”
  • Throws his headset and is scrambling around the apartment
    • “Do we have everything ready?!” he’s freaking out
  • Finally gets you and your bag into the car
  • Taking deep breaths during the drive
  • He’s read dozens of books on this and really studied up, so he is READY
  • Asking you how far your contractions are apart and if your water broke yet
  • So supportive
  • Never leaves your bedside in the L&D
    • “You can squeeze my hand, MC”
  • “HOLD IT TOGETHER YOOSUNG IT’S JUST A LITTLE PAIN COMPARED TO HERS” he’s screaming in his brain and forcing a smile for you
  • Encouraging you SO MUCH
    • “You’re doing so great, honey! Almost there, okay?!”
  • Makes you smile with how positive he is and how much he is cheering for you
  • Finally see’s the little bundle as the baby is placed on your chest
  • He’s got the widest smile on his face and he has a feeling it’s not going away for a long time
  • He starts to cry seeing both of you together
  • Bends down and kisses both of you several times
    • “She’s beautiful, just like you,” he nuzzles his head into you

◉ Jumin

  • You called him at work to tell him you were having contractions
  • He’s dropping EVERYTHING and Driver Kim is rushing him home to see you
  • His security already has your (several) bags ready for Jumin and he whisks you off to the hospital
  • He’s asking how you are feeling every five seconds
    • “Like my hips are ripping apart!!! SAME AS FIVE SECONDS AGO!”
  • He’s just flustered tbh he doesn’t know how to comfort you
  • So he just yells at Driver Kim to hurry up
  • You don’t have to wait at all before getting a bed
  • Everybody is setting up flowers for you in the room
    • “Jumin, please, I just want some privacy. There are too many people in here,” you moved to your side and winced with another contraction
    • “Anything you want, my love.”
  • Orders everybody out at once
  • He’s pacing in the room because he hates seeing you in pain and doesn’t know what to do
  • His tie is off and his shirt is partially untucked
  • Grateful when it’s time to push and the doctors tell him what to do
  • Holds your hand and kisses it
  • He is wide-eyed with amazement at the babies first cry
  • And when he sees your eyes wet with tears he starts to cry a little, himself
  • Pestering the doctors as they clean the baby up
    • “Is she okay? Be careful with her!! Why isn’t she crying anymore is something wrong?!”
  • He only breathes again when she is safe in your arms
  • Cries again when he gets to hold her, runs a finger on her face while she sleeps and kisses her forehead

◉ Zen

  • You pushed him awake in the middle of the night
    • “What is it?”
    • “I’m in a lot of pain,” you said to him in the dark
  • Okay now he is freaked out and turns on the light
    • “What is it?! Is something wrong?! Oh God, are you okay?!”
  • You have to try and calm him down
    • “I’m alright I just think it’s…time,” you spoke through the contraction
  • He’s smiling so big
  • He’s been waiting for this moment since you first found out you were expecting
  • He’s practically skipping to grab your to-go bag
  • Whistling with joy as you make your way to the hospital
  • He’s pestering the doctors
    • “How much longer will this take? When will I see the baby?!”
  • So impatient about it
  • Taking so many photos of you!!!
  • Sending pics to the RFA
    • Caption: 9hours into labor, no sign of this beautiful baby yet but hopefully soon!
  • Jumping for joy when it’s finally time to push
  • Never let’s go of your hand
  • Melts when he hears the little cry
  • You let him hold the baby first
    • “He has my hair, and your eyes,” Zen is crying
  • Asks the doctors to take some pics of the three of you
  • Cheesiest biggest grin in the world on his tear-streaked face
    • “I’ll send you a copy of the photo, so you can remember when you delivered the most beautiful baby in existence”

◉ Jaehee

  • You started to feel contractions while you were working at the coffee shop with her
  • But you couldn’t tell if they were BH or real ones
  • So you just kept on working
  • Then your water broke
  • Jaehee notices immediately and goes into freak out mode
    • “EveryBODY OUT! WE’RE CLOSED!”
  • Telling everyone to scram
  • People are being shooed out while still holding their cups
  • She takes several deep breaths and composes herself
  • Going through her mental checklist
    • “I’ve had everything packed and the bag has been in the car for two months now, let’s get you to the hospital!”
  • Doctors worst nightmare
  • Any time you wince in pain she is calling someone to check you out and make sure you are okay
  • Monitoring the babies heart like a hawk
    • “Oh my god it dipped I think he is on the cord NUUUUURSEEE!!”
    • “Jaehee we are FINE PLEASE RELAX!”
  • Basically leading you when it comes time to push
  • Interrupting the doctors to say it herself
    • “You’ve got this sweetie, one more push, come on!”
  • Both of you collapse together when you hear the cry
  • She is kissing you and you both are crying as they clean him up
    • “Congrats, mama’s!” the nurse places him in your hands
  • Jaehee’s heart is swelling just seeing him in your arms, so tiny
    • “I have written up…what I believe is a proper feeding schedule…here,” she is trying to pull out her notebook but she is sobbing

◉ Saeyoung

  • You guys are eating dinner when you start to feel immense pressure and you know right away what is happening
  • He can see it in your face that you’re in pain
    • “I’ll grab our bag! Don’t move!”
  • He’s double checking to make sure he got everything packed correctly
  • His hands are shaking both from excitement and anxiety
  • He is a bundle of nerves thinking that it’s finally happening, and he hopes he is ready to care for a baby
  • Drives so.slow. on the way to the hospital
  • The jokes begin when you reach the desk
    • “What are you here for?”
    • “Well there’s either a bowling ball or a baby making it’s way out of my wife. Either way, we need some help, here,” he says to the lady
  • You smacked his arm with a laugh
  • He’s dancing around for you in the room
  • Messing with things to try and make you laugh
  • Just being his anxious self to distract you both from what was happening
    • “I’m sorry but the life insurance policy I took out on you is too tempting. I can buy so many baby cars with the money. I’m going to pull the plug, forgive me!” He pulls the plug on the lamp next to the bed, “beeeeeeeep,” he closes your eyes, “I’ll take a vacation in your honor. Goodbye, my love!”
  • Kisses you just before it’s time to push and holds your face in his hands, staring into your eyes
    • “You can do this, babe. Let’s get that baby out,” he says in a serious tone
  • It seems like forever and he is sweating and holding your hand just as tight as you push
  • The baby comes out wailing and he jumps for joy
    • “Make sure you cut the right cord, doc! Don’t make any mistakes!”
    • “It’s a girl…” the doctor sighs
    • “Is it? Or are you just saying that because you messed up with those scissors already?!”
  • You don’t even have the strength to tell him to shut up
  • They bundle her up and hand her over to you
    • “She has your red hair,” you say through tears
  • He has to move his glasses so he can wipe his own watery eyes
    • “Our little tomato,” he sobs
    • “Don’t call her that,” you scowl at him
  • You both laugh and get lost together staring at the tiny infant

◉ V

  • You were having some back pains so V drew a bath for you
  • Freaked out when you called for him from the bathroom, you sounded worried
    • “What is it, love? Are you okay?”
    • “I…I think I’m in labor!”
  • He’s calling for a car in a second
  • Bumps into things because he is so flustered trying to get to your to-go bag
  • Holding you close and rubbing your shoulders on the way to the hospital
  • When you get into your room he is a chatterbox
  • It’s helping to distract you
  • He is sitting at your bedside holding your hand and blabbering away about anything and everything
  • It’s hard when he hears you moaning in pain during contractions
  • He’ll lean in and give you tender kisses and whisper
    • “You are so strong. Thank you for going through this pain so we can have a beautiful baby. I love you so much.”
  • Nursing staff are in love with you two
  • Keep bringing you ice chips and sneaking in some snacks for you both
  • As the hours go on and on they tell him to get some rest but he refuses to leave your side
  • His heart jumps in his throat come time for you to push and he stands up
    • “This is it, honey! Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” he smiles
  • He’s sobbing as soon as he hears the whimpering from the baby
  • You both are a crying mess right away
    • “Congrats, you two. She’s beautiful,” the doctor and nurses coo as they hand her to you
  • V is smiling like crazy
    • “Can you describe her? What does she look like?” he asks.
  • He can make out the basic shapes of you but not much
    • “She has your hair…and your nose…she’s perfect,” you cry, “want to hold her?”
  • He nods and holds her close to his chest
  • He kisses her head with a smile, and breathes her in
    • “I never want to forget this moment,” he beams

◉ Saeran

  • He came home to see you laying on the couch groaning from the contractions
    • “Babe, what the hell?!”
  • Runs to your side
    • “It’s okay, they’re still kinda far apart and I didn’t want to call you and make you worry. Remember, the doc said we could stay at home for a while even when labor beg-ahhh,” you winced
    • “I don’t give a shit what he said, we’re going to the hospital.”
  • He doesn’t want you to see but he is NERVOUS
  • He even forgot where you guys placed your bags
  • He packed one for himself, too. He read on the birth forum that husbands should bring stuff too, just in case
  • Let’s you lean on him and walks you to the car
    • “I grabbed an extra pair of pants for you, just in case your water breaks on the way there,” he said as he drove you to the hospital
  • When you get into the room he is just tending to your every need
  • He’s suddenly nervous that he will forget everything he read and be a bad parent
  • He’s massaging your feet
  • Wiping a cool rag on your forehead
  • Bringing you ice chips constantly
  • He can tell your contractions are becoming more painful because you’re talking less and less
    • “I thought I would wait to surprise you with this but,” he rummages through his bag, “I thought this could be the first onesie he wears.”
  • He pulled out a small black onesie
  • Printed on it was the logo of your guys’ favorite band
    • “His first band t-shirt,” you laughed
    • “Yeah, gotta start him early, right?” he smiled
  • His pulse is racing when the doctor comes in and says it’s time to push
  • His eyes are wide with fear and nervousness and he grabs on to your hand
  • Constant words of encouragement and he wipes your forehead in-between pushing
  • When the baby cried he got a huge grin
    • “Hell yeah!” he laughed happily, “that was…the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” he smiled and kissed you
  • All of his fears washed away when he saw his son
    • “Do you want to hold him?” the doctor went to Saeran first
  • As soon as he was placed in his hands, Saeran started to cry
  • Happy tears
    • “He looks like you, I’m so glad,” Saeran chuckled
    • “Except for his red hair,” you smiled and wiped your eyes
  • He gave you the biggest kiss and let you hold the baby
    • “Don’t worry, I’ll change all of the diapers while we’re here. I’ve…been practicing,” he said proudly. 

anonymous asked:

Can we please have some Aizawa/Eraserhead cuteness??

Fictober day 8


“Alright class, settle down.” Aizawa called from his sleeping bag. The students were standing in their gym clothes out on the field, yet, they didn’t know what they were doing. Bakugou crossed his arms and scoffed, “what are we even doing out here? Its too damn hot for this.” He said in anger. Aizawa narrowed his eyes at the explosive boy before bringing his attention back to the class as a whole, “We will be having a special guest in class today to help you train for your final exams…” He said before pulling out his phone and sending a quick message. Not two seconds later, a (h/c) woman stood next to Aizawa. Your (e/c) eyes shone in excitement, “Hello class 1-A, I’ve heard much about you! My name is (y/n), otherwise known as-“

Your introduction was cut short by an excited green haired boy, “Silver Bullet! You got your name because you run faster than the silver bullet trains right?” He asked in excitement. You nodded to the boy and smiled, “Hey, gold star for you kiddo!” Your said with a small laugh. Iida raised his hand quickly, “Excuse me, how do you know our teacher?” He questioned, before the other students started asking you more personal questions and getting off topic of the class. You sighed, knowing they wont stop until you answered. “Alright, one at a time guys…”

You looked at Iida and smiled, “Aizawa and I have known each other for years, we go way back.” You explained before hearing another question.

“How far back is that? It sounds like you’re hiding something!” A small purple boy called. Ochico nodded in agreement, “Yeah, it seems like your letting on you are hiding something!” The group persisted that you tell them your secrets. “Okay okay!” You said before turning to Aizawa, “Are you okay with them knowing?” He shrugged and sat down in the grass with his sleeping bag, “I don’t really care.” He shrugged. You smiled and looked at the kids, clasping your hands together. “My full name is-“ you were cut off by the sound of a phone ringing, your phone.

You grabbed it and looked at Aizawa, “I gotta take this…” you said before walking away to answer the phone. Aizawa looked at the class, “If you guys are so nosy about it, (y/n) is my wife.” He bluntly answered before the whole class burst into even louder questions. You went over to Aizawa and tapped his shoulder, “Warm them up, I have to go… Its an emergency.” You said, squeezing his forearm, “Two minutes at most.” You said before zooming off. Aizawa removed his sleeping bag and stretched, “You heard the lady, two inured to warm up before you start your training.” He said. “A little extra incentive, anyone who can beat my wife, get an automatic pass on the exam.”

The class didn’t hesitate to start warming up and stretching for their practice. You zipped back, holding a five year old girl in your arms. The small child had black hair and (e/c) eyes, hair up in pigtails. She was holding tight to you, “Mae had a family emergency, she had to leave.” You sighed, setting down the little girl. “Okay sweetie, stay with daddy while I help the heros train okay?” You said before walking over to the training grounds. Everyone stared in shock as their emotionless teacher picked up the little girl and placed her on his shoulders, and he was almost smiling. “Okay! Starting with basics on the field…”

The training session and Aizawa ushered his class inside. You held your daughter in your arms as she started to nod off to sleep. She hadn’t gotten her nap in today, so sleepiness was to be expected. Izuku ran over and help out a notebook, which was opened. To a page all about you and your quirk, “Can I have you sign this for me?” He asked with a smile. You looked at him with warm eyes, “Of course.” You said, signing his book. “So, why didn’t Mr. Aizawa want us knowing about you guys?” He asked as you walked back to the class with him.

You looked at the small boy before thinking about what you should tell him. “If villains knew about us…” you started, flashing your wedding ring, “Or our daughter, that would be another weakness they could use against him… Same goes for myself. If villains found Hana, and took her… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I’m a mother first, and that can just as easily be ripped away.” You explained, petting his head. “So hopefully your classmates are aware that this stays in the classroom.” You smiled at him. “Tell Mr. Aizawa that I’ll be going home for the day… Its just about time for Hana to lay down to sleep.” You whispered to him, before you see him nod in response and head inside. You zip home and get your little girl cleaned up for bed.

Aizawa came home later that evening, closing the door with a gentle slam. You looked at him through the kitchen doorway before smiling and returning back to what you were cooking. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his chin on the top of your head. “The children will keep the secret, but they expect you to come around every once in a while.” He said with a soft chuckle. You looked at him with a sweet smile in return, “It’ll be a little while, Hana is starting to show signs of her quirk.” You said with a small laugh. “Not to worry about that though, help me set the table honey?” You asked your husband. He nodded and you got the food set on the table, while he got the dishes and utinsels.

You got your daughter set at the table before sighing in content. It was a nice ending for a good day. This was all you could ask for, your child and your husband at your sides.

((Domestic Aizawa is literally what I crave. Aizawa deserves all the love and affection in the world. Sam with Tenya Iida, but I don’t have a request for Iida… Enjoy!!!))

Surprises | Bobby Mares

Request: Can you do a Bobby imagine where he gets jealous bc of how much time you’re spending with Kian but it’s only bc you and Kian are planning a secret b-day party for him… you don’t tell Bobby though and you guys argue (not THAT big of an argue but ya know?) and he just leaves bc he needs to “cool off” but later on the day, when he returns you guys surprise him. I’m sorry if I confused you somewhere.

WARNINGS: May make you crave guacamole

“No Kian, we- oh hey babe,” you smiled when you saw Bobby walk into the kitchen. You and Kian immediately ceased the current conversation topic, Bobby’s birthday party, and you quickly minimized the tab open on your laptop. “Hey! What’re you guys talking about?” He asked leaning against the counter on the other side of you. “I’m just showing Kian these shirts from my favourite grunge blog,” you said scrolling down the page seeing as you had the tab for it open previously. “Oh, cool,” he fake smiled before walking upstairs quickly. “What’s up his ass?” Kian asked scrunching up his nose in slight annoyance. “We got into an argument last night because of how much time you and me are spending together. I didn’t tell him that we were planning something, but I almost did.” “It’ll be okay (y/n),” he smiled rubbing your back a little. “I hope so,” you sighed leaning onto his shoulder.

Later that afternoon Bobby had come back into the kitchen to find Kian with his chest against your back, arms wrapped around you as the two of you looked at something on the computer screen. You guys had been going over the list of party supplies you’d need for tonight. He coughed causing the two of you to look up from your hushed conversation. “(Y/n), can I talk to you?” He asked and made a movement with his head in the direction of the bedroom. You knew he was angry, having just walked in on his girlfriend and his best friend pressed up against each other and whispering. You nodded quickly, a little stunned because you hadn’t expected him to say anything in front of Kian, but you made your way up stairs towards the bedroom with him behind you. “What the hell was that?” He asked trying to keep his voice down. “It’s nothing Bobby, you know me and Kian are just friends, he was helping me with something.” “You expect me to believe that? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve walked in on you and Kian like that this week?” “You know what? If you’re gonna accuse me of cheating then I don’t want to have this conversation.” You said crossing your arms over your chest and sitting down on the bed. “I’m gonna go out, calm down a bit and then we can talk?” He asked looking at you in confirmation. You nodded your head and watched as he left the room. When you heard his car drive off you met Kian and Jc downstairs to go buy cake, drinks, and snacks. “Hey, you gonna be okay?” Jc asked seeing how frustrated you looked and how angry Bobby looked when he left. “Yeah.”

“Shut up, he’s coming!” Kian yelled flicking the lights off as we all crouched down in hiding. “Surprise!” We all yelled jumping up and extending our arms. “What! Awe, you guys!” He smiled opening his arms for a hug. You stayed back in the kitchen instead of going to see Bobby, you were afraid that another argument would start because you were explaining. About half an hour into the party the dip had ran out and that meant it was your turn to make the guacamole. As you were mixing the dip you felt a pair of arm wrap around your waist and a head on your shoulder. “Kian told me that the two of you had been planning this for a while, that’s why you’ve together so much,” he said shyly. “Yeah, getting this many people to fly out for your birthday takes a few weeks,” you said sassily starting to make the next bowl. “I’m sorry I got mad at you, I just didn’t know what was going on between you guys.” “It’s okay,” you smiled turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Happy birthday baby,” you whispered kissing him softly. “It is indeed,” he smiled pulling away from the kiss.