hoping i find a love like theirs

anonymous asked:

i totally get what you mean with the aes thing :0 like i totally LLOVE that group of aes as long as its not in the "cursed unhealthy" category because its big and relatable. and then sometimes i see people be like "oh i like that too" "nice! i'm glad we can enjoy the same tastes of aes" and big mistakey that theirs are obviously the bad kind and dont bother to listen to reason onto it -_-

yes!! i really love pastel lace-y things and dolls and similar, but usually when i find other blogs that post the same sort of content it’s usually interlaced with either ddlg posts (which are completely irredeemable) or abuse-centered broken-doll-type posts that romanticize eating disorders and csa. & i used to reblog a lot of the later but now i feel i’ve realized how harmful that sort of thing is for recovery. 

Three parts of a whole - Batman x Reader x Superman (NSFW)

Summary : The Batman, Superman and You are in a polyamory relationship, and it couldn’t be better. Well…Maybe it could.

I wrote this in twenty five minutes, and FUCK it’s a long story…Anyway, hope you’ll like it, I’m going to hide in a cave now :s :

WARNING : THIS IS SMUT ! Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also sex scenes, like super graphic depiction of sex, so if you’re not comfortable with that and all that blahblahblah, this story ain’t for you ^^’. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com.


“What’s normal to the spider is chaos to the fly” was a line in one of your favorite TV show, The Addams Family.

And oh it kinda ruled your entire life !

You knew ever since you were three, and attending your first day of school, when you realized not everyone had two dads (some had what they called “moms” !) that what people called “normal”, would never fit you.

And oh as you grow up that fact only became more and more obvious.

It didn’t help either, that so many people would point out your differences constantly, like your two gay dads, your little birthmark that went from your forehead and over your eyes, your obsession with some unconventional things, the fact that you were a “nerd” etc etc…Oh everyone always made so many comments about how weird and different you were !

Everyone…but them. They never judge. Hell, they even understood. Because they weren’t “normal” either.

Come to think of it, it was probably what made you fall for them. Fall for them, hard. You smile at the memory of when you met them when a sound brings you back to reality. A rather obscene sound really…

Right. This is what sprout your mind thinking about how you weren’t “normal” compare to most people. What was happening right now.

You smile at the source of the sound, shaking your head slightly, and kiss it on the lips. Kiss him.

Clark Kent aka Superman, one of the love of your life, with whom you were talking about the Batman’s “O” face. Totally normal right ?”

Your kiss unfocused him from imitating Bruce’s orgasm face (and sound) and he tries to catch your mouth back with his, his tongue darting out of his lips, but you escape his grasp, crawling to the other side of the couch.

He pouts like a child at the loss of your warmth..it was so comfortable and cosy, to have you snuggled against him !

You wink at him and he melts a bit, but before he can chase after you or anything of the like, you say :

-I’m sorry Clark, but his “o” face isn’t quite like that. It’s more like…

You scrunch up your nose a little bit and clench your jaw tight…before rolling your eyes to the back of your skull, scrunching up your nose even more, and opening your mouth to let out a guttural and very unlady like growl of pleasure.

Clark was intently looking at you, from his side of the couch, and, clearly, was on the verge of bursting into tears of laughter.

-Hahahahaha yes ! Yes that’s it ! Even the little sexy groan !

You both start to laugh and imitate the mighty Batman’s face when he has an orgasm and…you don’t really know why it’s so funny really. Maybe it’s the fact that the two of you know him in another light than his usually so stoic and emotionless self ? You don’t really know…but it’s damn hilarious ! (And a bit sexy).

Clark high fives you after your amazing and so truthful to the original performance, and…it’s like you both can’t help it. As if all it takes is a single touch of each others’ skin and…

The high five never really stops, as Clark tangles his fingers with yours and pulls you on top of him.

Your lips connect instantly, as his free hand goes to settle on the small of your back and yours go flying around his shoulders. As often between the two of you, it turns heated, as his tongue brush your lips and you grant him access to your mouth.

The hand that’s on the small of your back creep under your shirt and slowly removes it, as you unbutto…

-I know it has been two months since you two last saw each others, but you could have waited for me…

You tear yourself off of Clark and turn your head to the side to see the other love of your life…Bruce Wayne, aka Batman.

There was a reason, you and Clark knew his “o” face so well.

And that reason was another proof your life wasn’t situated anywhere on the “normal” spectrum.

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anonymous asked:

Sooo... I'm sorry to ask this, I know you are so busy, and don't need to do If you can't, okay?! You're too much important! But, well... I can request a SoulMate!AU Bakushima...? Like, with the string-things, or that of the birthmark, you know? I really love your scenarios, really! I hope you get well, <3



I’ll write for you as long as I can! I can’t guarantee I’ll be fast about it but I’ll do my best!!

Also I wrote one here a while ago;) and I’ve had a wip of another one saved for like forever so I decided to finish

They say that you just know that they’re your soulmate when you see the tattoo.

Many people who don’t believe in soulmates or who are too afraid to find theirs or for some other reason covered up their tattoo at all times to prevent ever finding their other half. However, a majority of the population kept theirs uncovered.

Kirishima never hid his soulmark. Why would he? He was extremely proud to have a soulmate and wanted to show them off to the world. You know, if he ever found them. And he desperately wanted to find them, which was half of the reason for designing a topless hero costume. That way, he could proudly show the world the tattoo that he was given at birth.

He touched the grenade that rested over his ribs, fingers tracing over the explosion that was the backdrop, smiling softly as he thought of his soulmate. What kind of person was his soulmate for him to have such a design on his body? Mina once told him that they must have an explosive personality, to which he just laughed and rolled his eyes.

His hand lingered on the ink for a second longer before he put his uniform shirt on, buttoning it up and straightening out the wrinkles. He tied his tie and put his jacket on before looking at himself in the mirror. With a final glance, he smiled at his reflection before grabbing his bag, running down the stairs and out the door, excitedly bidding farewell to his parents.

The walk itself was uneventful but Kirishima’s mood was sky high. After all, he was about to start his first day in the UA hero course. Who wouldn’t be excited about that?

The closer he got to campus, the more excited he became. As he approached the gate, he heard a loud, excited shrill followed by footsteps rapidly approaching him. He turned just in time to see Mina run at him before she launched herself into his arms. Kirishima caught her, arms wrapping around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck, spinning her around. After a few seconds of excited screaming, earning them some strange looks from the other students, Kirishima set her down. They continued to talk as they walked to class together.

“Ah! I’m so glad we’re in the same class Kiri! Oh! Do you think our soulmates are gonna be there too? How awesome would that be if they were! Our soulmates could be potential pro heroes too!”

“Man that would be pretty cool!” His hand reflexively went to his ribs as he saw Mina bring her wrist up to look at her own soulmark that she’s had since birth. Thoughts of their soulmates disappeared when they entered their classroom, excitement returning full force as the day started.

The first half of classes went by pretty uneventful, though there were some interesting people around. The main one that stood out to Kirishima was the angry blonde kid in the back of the class. He was loud, vulgar, and just plain rude in general but for some reason, Kirishima thought it was funny and kind of adorable. What shocked him, though, was that he seemed to quiet down as soon as lectures started and actively paid attention to class.

At some point, he found out that the loud, angry, attractive guy was none other than Bakugou Katsuki, the top student in class. Immediately, Kirishima was even more impressed, and also confused as to when he started to mentally call Bakugou “attractive”.

Lunch came and he immediately found Mina, who had introduced him to two other people in their class, Sero and Kaminari, who he just clicked with. He talked to them as they walked to the lunchroom and decided to sit together. While they were eating, however, Kirishima started to zone out and apparently started staring at Bakugou, who was sitting at the other end of the table. He snapped out of it when he saw red eyes stare back at him. Kirishima smiled and waved over at him but only received a scowl in return before the blonde turned away from him, the tips of his ears dusted pink.

“Dude, don’t even try. That guy doesn’t seem like he’d get along with anyone,” Kaminari told Kirishima, the other two agreeing with him.

“Hm, doesn’t hurt to try though. Plus the dude is top in the class so he must be pretty good at everything.”

“Yeah, except being nice to people.” Kirishima just shrugged and changed the topic, asking Kaminari and Sero about their pasts.

After lunch came training and, unfortunately, they couldn’t wear their hero costumes yet. Instead, they had to wear their gym uniforms. As Kirishima was changing, he felt someone lift his arm up and touch his soulmark.

“Bro! That’s such a cool mark!” Kaminari proclaimed, pulling Sero over to look at it too. He just scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as they looked at the details of his tattoo.

“You know, they say the more detailed the mark, the stronger bond you have with your soulmate and, damn Kiri, your mark is pretty detailed.”

“You’re right, Kami, his even has shading!” Sero pointed out.

“I wonder what the grenade means though.”

Before Kirishima could open his mouth to say something, he heard a locker slam and Bakugou to storm out of the locker room, scowling. The three exchanged looks before shrugging and finished getting dressed to start their training.

Throughout the quirk assessment, Kirishima couldn’t help but watch his classmate, all of whom were extremely strong. However, his mind kept wandering to Bakugou and how he was especially talented and seemed to have complete control over his quirk. It also seemed eerily familiar, which was a weird thought to have but just shrugged it off to him just being even more impressed with how cool and manly the other is.

He made it a point to catch up to Bakugou on their way to the locker room, trying to be friendly.

“Your quirk is so cool dude! It’s super strong and flashy! I bet you’ll get plenty of offers after graduation with a quirk that useful!”

“I know. Now get the fuck away, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou opened his locker door in Kirishima’s face, scowling at the other before turning to lift his shirt over his head. As Kirishima was about to walk away, he caught a glimpse of something red on the other’s side. Curiosity got the better of him as he paused and looked at the color longer.

What he saw was a tattoo of a red, sleeping dragon settled on his ribs, scales and other features drawn in incredible detail, the shading expertly done. Kirishima felt as if his breath was knocked out of his lungs, barely able to stop his hand from reaching out to touch the ink. He felt a strong pull towards the tattoo. Kirishima snapped out of his trance when Bakugou’s arm lowered to his side, covering up the mark.

“What the fuck are you staring at? Are you a fucking perv on top of being an obnoxious asshole?”

Kirishima couldn’t speak, instead slowly lifting up the left side of his shirt, revealing his own mark. Bakugou’s gaze went down before he two froze, just staring at the mark, eyes blown wide in shock. Eventually, he looked back up, face expressionless. Kirishima managed a shaky smile while the other scowled again.

“Well, shit.”

A year later and Kirishima was nuzzled into Bakugou’s side, both shirtless. Kirishima was tracing the dragon on his side, following the curves with his fingertips.

“You know, Mina was right.”


“She said that my soulmate had an explosive personality since their mark was a grenade.” He looked up and chuckled. “I say that describes you pretty well.”

Bakugou went silent for a moment, his arm pausing from where it was rubbing circles on Kirishima’s bicep. “My mom used to tell me that dragons symbolized protection and support and strength.” He looked down at the redhead. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate too.”

Being In A Relationship With Pietro Maximoff Would Go A Little Something Like...

In The Beginning…

~ Pietro is a total flirt per usual

~ Him becoming increasingly confused and frustrated when you don’t give him the time of day, no matter how much he turns up the charm

~ After about three weeks Pietro finally realizes he likes you way more than he originally thought. It takes about another two weeks for Wanda to convince him to ask you out.

~  When he first asks you out he has to repeat himself three times because he’s so nervous it keeps coming out either too fast or in Sokovian.

~ You think he’s joking so you turn him down. The first eighteen times.

~ After you finally say yes Pietro takes you on the most fun date you’ve ever been on. He plans an entire scavenger hunt around New York City with planned stops at your favorite places for lunch and ice cream. By the end of the day you’re laughing and Pietro is carrying you on his back after you made one small comment about your feet hurting and you realize he has you hooked.

~ Pietro only takes you on one more date before asking you to be his girlfriend because he feels he’s already wasted enough time with you not being exclusively his. 

As A New Couple…

~ Pietro introduces you to all the Avengers at one of Tony’s parties, making sure to rub it in Tony’s face extra hard at how beautiful you are. 

~ Wanda is so excited there’s another girl around to try and handle her brother she steals you away from Pietro for a “Girls Day” and then takes such a liking to you that she decides to make it a monthly thing.

~ When Clint first meets you he’s so shocked he asks how much Pietro was paying you to pretend to be his girlfriend. When you and Pietro finally convince him that your relationship is 100 percent real Clint hugs you tightly and invites you over for dinner. 

~ Pietro asks if he’s invited over too, and Clint just shrugs and says “I mean I guess I can’t technically stop you”

~ Pietro is an extremely protective and jealous boyfriend. Whenever he sees someone even look your way he just glares at them and holds you close until they go away.

~ When they don’t you have to physically drag Pietro off so he doesn’t start a fight…. Again.

~ PDA is one of Pietro’s favorite pass times as he loves showing off how lucky he is to have someone as beautiful and amazing as you. Honestly the other Avengers can’t even go out in public with you two anymore. 

~ After dating for about 16 months Pietro decides he’s finally mature enough to take the next step with you and asks you to move in.

As An Established Couple Who Lives Together…

~ You guys rent a small apartment near the Avengers Tower, that way he can be close for work. But mostly it’s because Wanda didn’t want you guys too far away in case of an emergency, Pietro quickly agreeing when he thought about you being all alone when he was off on missions.

~ You both agree that you don’t want any pets because they are a lot of responsibility and you both would rather focus on each other. You end up with a fish anyways.

~ Cooking and other chores are split 50/50. Which is rough at first because Pietro is a hopeless mess (a cute mess but still hopeless), but he gets the hang of things quickly.

~ Weekly Sokovian lessons which usually just end up in heated make out sessions after Pietro has started muttering seductive Sokovian phrases in your ear.

~ Every time you fall asleep on the couch Pietro will carry you to bed, whispering Sokovian fairy tales when you start to stir.

~ Pietro is hands down the heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met. He sleeps through every alarm, and he’s even slept through you pushing him off the bed when you were late to a brunch date with the Bartons.

~ Lots of relaxing afternoons interrupted by Pietro being too hyperactive to sit still so you either go exploring around the city, or if you’re too tired or busy he goes and runs errands

~ Attracting a lot of attention when you run errands together, not because Pietro is an Avenger, but because you’re often yelling at each other about very important things like whether you should get gogurt or “real people” yogurt. (By the end of it you realize you had both been team gogurt all along so all is forgiven with a sweet kiss)

~ Pietro is oddly into conserving water so there’s a lot of shared showers.

~ It’s during one of your impromptu redecorating sessions when you’re standing behind Pietro with your arms around his waist and your face buried in his back and you’re groaning about the lack of “fung shui” and he’s laughing as you start to sway gently and he turns around to pull you in for a dance and he looks into your eyes that he knows. He knows he couldn’t do this with anyone else. Because who is going to wake him up at 3 in the morning to decorate and him be wiling to do it? Who is going to argue with him at the grocery store about the importance of yogurt? And most importantly who is he ever going to love this much as he looks into their eyes as they stare at him with just as much love in theirs? 

Which Leads To…

~ Two months of Wanda and Clint having to suffer through going to every jewelry store in New York City to help Pietro find the perfect ring


Hope you guys liked it!:D If I can knock a few more requests out of the way I will open requests again! Be expecting some more stories and preferences this week!^.^

New Beginnings Part 2 (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 5,341

Warnings: Swearing, Fluffy Goodness, Sweet Kissing

Ratings: PG-13

Summary: After your grandparents pass away, you find out they leave everything to you, including a large sum of money.  Deciding to take the advice of your grandparents, you live your life to the fullest; which means moving to Boston and bumping into Chris Evans. 

Part 1   Part 3

Chris rose his glass to the center of the table, “To new beginnings” he toasted.  

Raising your glass to meet his, you clinked them together, “To new beginnings.”

You took a long sip of your champagne, the bubbles tickling your throat as the liquid made its way down. Champagne was always a nice little treat and this one tasted so good.  

Chris’ phone rang, “Sorry, I have to take this.  I’ll be right back” he said as he hoisted himself up and walked outside through the backdoor in your little dining room.  

Most of the time, if someone answered their phone on a date it would have annoyed you to no end.  The romantic in you would…wait…no, this isn’t a date.  Snap out of it Y/N.  This is just Chris being nice, being warm and inviting.  Helping you celebrate by getting a new home here in his hometown. But there was something in the air between you two; a sort of energy feeling that felt as if you two were connected. It was a really strong feeling and you’d only ever felt it once, with your last boyfriend.  

Your ex was a great man, a true gentleman, and a romantic like you.  It was probably why you hit it off with him so much.  Spending junior and senior year of high school attached at the hip. He took you on romantic dates, watching the sun rise early in the morning on the roof of his house, cuddled in blankets.  That first year of college was rough, he went one way, you went another.  Long distance relationships was difficult for anyone, but it put more pressure on the both of you.  By the second year of college, the two of you decided to call it quits.  It just hurt too much being away from each other. It was a very hard decision, but you ended it on good terms.  He was still one of your greatest friends. 

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BTS Reaction to you dyeing your hair an outrageous color like theirs

@butterflysuki77 Requested: Hi! Can you do a BTS Reaction to you dying your hair an outrageous color to match theirs?

Hi! I hope you liked this I tried finding pics/gifs of girls with the same colored hair to go with this reaction :)

Jungkook: He would be praising you the second he saw you walk in the room, he’d have the biggest smile on his face and he could’t help himself from touching your hair loving how the black accented your skin tone. “You dyed your hair.” He smiled twirling a strand of hair around his finger. “I wanted to match.”

“But your blonde? You won’t be able to dye it back the same.” You just shrugged, you didn’t mind the fact that you wouldn’t have the same hair color again, you just loved the smile that spread across your boyfriend’s face.

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Taehyung: He’d stare at you in shock when he saw you with red hair, he didn’t think that you would dye your hair like his and he was just in awe of it. “You don’t like it?” You frowned almost immediately upon seeing the look on his face. “No..it’s just different. I didn’t-”

“Think I’d dye my hair?” You cut him off, you were growing more upset by the second and he could tell. “No stop that, I just have to get used to it. I’m sorry for upsetting you this just came as a shock to me.”

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Jimin: You surprised Jimin when you went to the filming for his MV, you wanted your hair to be a surprise as well. When Jimin turned around and saw the familiar cotton candy pink hair on your head as well he smiled waddling over to you in the cold. “Jagiiii, it’s cold you should be wearing something around your ears.” Jimin would say wrapping his arms around you sending any possible warmth to you, he’d hide his face in the crook of your neck while mumbling how much he liked your hair. “It looks really good on you, it’s cute.” 

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Hoseok: Hoseok took one look at your hair and shook his head laughing. “I hope you know your hair is going to be so dead because of this.” In typical Hoseok fashion he didn’t praise your hair but rather list all the cons of what you had just done to your hair. “You’re hair is very very cute and I really love that we’re matching but you didn’t think this through all the way did you?”

Namjoon: “Ah it looks so good! I didn’t know you were dyeing your hair purple!” Namjoon beamed at you giving you a thumbs up. He loved being surprised, especially by you since you always seem to surprise him the best. “It’s the same shade as me and everything, I love it.” You smiled up at him turning around and spinning so you could show him every inch of your purple hair.

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Yoongi: “You did what?” His eyes opened more trying to see your hair from under your hat you were wearing. The second you pulled your hat off and straightened out your hair with your fingers his eyes widened even more. “I dyed my hair like yours.” 

“I can see that.” He replied staring only at your hair. “I like it, but your hair is going to be so dead. Your hair was black (y/n), you must’ve had to bleach it like five times.” You just shrugged, you didn’t care what it took to dye your hair this color, you liked doing something similar with him.

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Jin: You had probably been standing in front of him for ten minutes and he still hadn’t looked up from his food. You were growing impatient and narrowed your eyes down to him. “Kim Seokjin.”

“(y/n) (y/l/n).” He replied swiping down on his phone trying to reload his newsfeed. You had huffed a big breath and snatched his phone from him. “Hey!” His head snapped up to you and his eyes were now fixated on your hair. “You dyed your hair!” He yelled excited while a big smile spread across his face. “Took you long enough.”

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thefuzzyliz  asked:

MAY WE SEE A MAKE-UP SCENARIO WITH BAKUGOU, MIDORIYA AND SHOUTO? Their s/o is crying and they realize they feel the same and add in apology kisses at the end please. ;u;

OF COURSE YOU CAN LOVE! I very much hope I could write it well enough and that I could do your request justice! (a fix-it for this post)


It’s late when he makes his way back to the dorms. His face is drawn in a dark frown and his shoulders feel tense, his chest tight and he keeps his fists stuffed into the pockets of his pants.

Once he shoulders the front door open, he stops in surprise when he sees them sitting beyond the entrance. They look up, startled and he can see they have cried.

For a long moment, silence hangs between them, heavy and loaded and his mouth feels dry, when they rub a hand over their face and get up.

“I’m sorry.” They say and lift their head to look him in the eyes. He can see the same helplessness he felt and still feels and the quiet pain in their eyes, the hurt and the regret. “I never…I never wanted things to go like this.” They breathe in deeper. “I love you.”

Bakugou swallows at that and while it doesn’t clear all the arguments, the words make his chest feel lighter.

“I feel like I haven’t said that often enough recently.” They continue, rubbing the fingers of one hand over the knuckles of their other. “I don’t want to fight, I want to laugh with you again. Please, can we have a second chance?”

Bakugou drags a hand roughly through his hair, his mind oddly blank and in the next moment, he starts talking, the words needing to be spoken, as the tries to fix this up as well.

“Shit, fuck, you’re not the only damn one.” He says, voice rough from repressed emotions and hours of holding back tears. “I fucking don’t want to fight either. And shit, I’m sorry too. I said some shit that was out of the fucking line.”

They step towards him, hope quietly blooming in them and Bakugou can’t help but feel the same way. It’s not in his nature to just give up and with them wanting to fight for their relationship as well, he reaches out and entwines their fingers.

His partner gives him a shaky, watery and small laugh and he pulls them closer. For a moment they stand still, just looking at each other and it feels like unspoken things pass between them, until he tilts his head and bridges the last bit of distance between them for a light, chaste kiss.

“Sorry.” His partner whispers when they break apart and he kisses them again, more firmly, pouring in his own regret and a moment later, they’re hugging tightly, breathing in deeply.


They’re sitting in his room and Midoriya can’t help but notice the tired slump of his partner’s shoulders and how the air between them feels silent and heavy, like there is a distance greater than the small space between their bodies.

For a moment he wonders when it started. When did they stop telling each other about their day, the things they thought were fun and how they were feeling? When did they start to frown at the habits of the other and their patience began to wane?

He doesn’t know. Midoriya swallows past his tight throat and slowly reaches out, placing his hand over his partner’s. They look up and give him a small, careful smile, before their face grows serious again.

“I’m sorry.” Their voice is just a little shaky while their gaze is steady. “I’m sorry for the things I said.”

“Me too.” Midoriya takes a deeper breath, past his constricted throat, his fingers closing around theirs. “I’m sorry I argued with you. I’m sorry for not listening.”

“Me too.” His partner glances down at their entwined hands for a moment and gives his a light squeeze. “I was so wrapped up in…in feeling like I was left alone and like I couldn’t create any understanding between us.”

Midoriya nods once, slowly. “I understand that.” He moves to face them properly and sees the same sadness in their eyes he can feel resting along his spine. “I want to fix this. I don’t just want to give up and lose you.”

His partner gives him a relieved smile and he can see them tearing up, his own vision growing a bit blurry.

“Yes. Me too.” His partner breathes out, reaching up with their free hand to rub over their face. “I’m so sorry.”

Midoriya leans closer and tugs them towards him. “I’m so sorry too.” He whispers and rests his forehead against theirs. His partner gives his cheek a small kiss and he kisses them back and a moment later, he holds them close, their arms wrapped around each other.

“Sorry.” His partner whispers between kisses and he shakes his head, one hand coming up to frame the side of their face.

“It’s okay. We’re going to fix this. It’s going to be okay.”


He looks up when he hears the soft sound of quiet footfall. Glancing behind him, Todoroki is surprised for a moment to see his partner stepping out after him.

Somehow, just being surprised at seeing them, hurts him. There was a time when he knew they would be there if he worked through an issue and whenever they sought him out he felt warm welcoming towards them.

“I’m sorry.” His partner says before he can open his mouth and once again Todoroki feels surprised. They haven’t apologized to each other in a while, he realizes in the next second and the thought settles heavy and cold in his chest.

His partner rubs a hand over their face and breathes in deeply, staring up at the sky like he had a few moments before.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what went wrong, I just…I don’t want to argue anymore.”  They say and Todoroki sees them blinking back tears, his chest constricting. They look just as tired of all the fighting like he does.

Before he can think about it, he reaches out, his fingertips brushing their hand and they take his, their skin feeling just as cool as his.

His partner looks at him, their gaze serious and sad. “I’m sorry, for all the things I said. I want…I want to try and fix this.”

Todoroki swallows past his dry mouth and silently breathes in a little deeper. “Me too.” He looks down at their hands for a moment and then back up at them again. “I’m sorry too. I don’t know how things turned out like this. I’m sorry for not stopping sooner.”

His partner gives a small nod and he notices them shuffling a little closer to him. Todoroki gently tightens the soft grip around their hand a little and then reaches out.

His love easily goes with the motion and a moment later, they’re hugging. Todoroki closes his eyes and wonders why they haven’t done this in the past weeks that led up to this. The hugging, the kissing, the casual touches had all but ceased between them.

Leaning back a little, he reaches up and brushes a hand along their cheek, their eyes meeting. It feels like a dozen of unspoken things lie between them and yet, it also feels like they’re so much closer than they have been the last few weeks.

Todoroki leans towards his partner and they meet him halfway in a kiss. It starts out soft and light and quickly grows firmer, deeper, as they both pour their regret and soft apologies into the kiss.

Todoroki realizes he’s holding on to his partner and when they separate; he rests his forehead against theirs. They’ll find a way to fix this, one way or another, he knows they will.

i don't wanna fight too hard, too long, too much anymore

a day during the malec breakup from magnus’s point of view

thanks to @softshumjr for helping me out with this

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Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

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Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

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Hello everyone! There are a few things I wanted to say/announce:

  • I’ve replied on all anon asks I got in the past three(?) months, if you send me one you can probably find it after the ‘keep reading’!
  • I’ve decided to delete all the messages I had in my inbox and try to reply on new ones regularly, so if you sent me something and never got a reply, please send it to me once again! and I am really really sorry about it!
  • I also noticed that often when I use tumblr messenger I don’t get replies (like I’m in a middle of a conversation but it suddenly stops) and I was thinking if maybe tumblr’s system loses the messages like it sometimes does with asks (or maybe people just didn’t reply which is also a big possibility heh) I’m just curious if it happened to someone else too, because I’m worried that my messages never got to people.

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anonymous asked:

Hello. Love from Japan! Boku No Hero anime and manga is my jam lately and I am so obsessed with it xD Thank you for all of your hard work! I think it would be cute to see Bakugou/Todoroki/Midoriya trying their best to comfort their SO having some mood swing moments, and are very sensitive. Their SO are crying their eyes out while screaming why they are so nice, so perfect, so hot, blah blah. (So basically something like "You are so perfect it made me cry.") xD

Hello lovely, lots of love back to you in Japan! I very much hope I could write this well enough and that you’re going to like it!


He startles when his partner breaks out into tears and for a moment, his hands hover at their shoulders, confused and he wonders what to do, when he hears that they’re sobbing out next.

At the first few compliments, he feels a blush nipping at his ears and he tugs his partner into a tight hug, the scowl on his face hiding how touched he feels and that he’s still worried for them. Lightly rubbing their back, he holds his partner until they’re slowly calming. He leans a bit back then, swiping some of the tears from their cheeks.

“You’re fucking fine yourself.” He says, serious and still scowling. “Don’t fucking ever forget that.”

His partner smiles a little and sniffs. “You’re so nice to me.”

Bakugou huffs out a breath and hands them some tissues. “It’s just the damn truth.” He mutters.

His partner gives him a thankful smile, before they look up at him. “I love you.”

Bakugou feels the blush nipping at his ears again, though lighter this time. “I love you too.” He says a moment later and when they reach out with one hand, he takes it and holds it, as they link their fingers together. “And if shit ever comes up, I’m damn here for you, okay?”


Worry causes his heart to skip a startled beat and he’s at his partner’s side right away, asking what is wrong or if he did something. When they sob out how much they like him, he finds himself freezing in surprise for a moment, before he tugs them into a gentle hug and holds on to them.

“I love you.” He murmurs once his partner calms down a little again and he rests his temple lightly against theirs. His cheeks burn a little with a blush, from all the nice things they said, though it does nothing to quell the worry over their tears.

His partner huffs out a small, watery laugh and relaxes against him. “Love you too.”

“And you’re wonderful, I hope you know that.” Stepping back a little, Todoroki brushes some tears from their cheek and cradles their face in his hands. “To me, you are.”

His partner smiles at him, growing a bit softer and they rest their forehead against his. “Thank you.”

Todoroki kisses their forehead. “I mean it.” He gives them a sincere look. “And if you ever feel like crying or something isn’t okay, you can always let me know. I’m here for you.”


His eyes widen and he flails his hands for a moment, quickly falling to his knees at his partner’s side and panicking a little, wondering if he did anything wrong. As they cry out how much they love him, he finds his face growing beet-red, mingling with the worry about their outburst and he wraps them in a hug, gently tugging them against his side, so they can lean on him.

Running a hand over their head and back, Midoriya lets them get it all out of their system and only speaks up when they’re taking a deep, calming inhale, his face and ears still red.

“You’re wonderful.” He says and hugs his partner a little tighter. “And I’m so happy to have you at my side, that means so much to me.” He leans his head against theirs. “I love you.”

His partner sniffs and gives a small hiccup, their hands smoothing a little over the back of his shirt.

“Love you too.” They murmur against his shoulder and Midoriya presses a gentle kiss against their temple.

“And if anything ever happens or troubles you.” He says and reaches up with one hand to wipe some of their tears from their chin. “I’m here for you, you can always come to me, for anything.”

Forever You and Me

Regina Mills and Robin Locksley have been best friends since birth, fostered by their parents connection and friendship with each other. Catch a glimpse into their lives through the years as they celebrate Christmas together and their love for one another grows.

A/N: Thank you to the @onceuponanadvent Team for allowing me to make this gift. I hope you enjoy these two as much as I’ve loved writing them.

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Henry Mills and Helen Locksley have been friends since high school. Her family had graciously hosted him on his semester abroad in London his junior year. When the two of them had hit it off, his own parents had returned the favor the following summer. For years they’d communicated through letters and phone calls, keeping up with each other’s lives and new adventures. Good old fashioned pen pals for what felt like forever.

It’s rare to find a true friendship like theirs. One that can stand the test of time and distance, but that’s what the two of them have always had. From the moment they’d met it had been easy, effortless. Two platonic halves.

So when he’d discovered that Helen had married her college sweetheart and was moving to the states for a job opportunity her husband couldn’t turn down, one that just so happened to be in the city he’d grown up in, the one she’d spent three months exploring and falling in love with all those moons ago, Henry had been overjoyed.

When she’d also informed him a month after her arrival that they were expecting a new addition to their family, he’d been thrilled for her. Henry Mills could not imagine a better mother in the world than the one Helen Locksley would make. When their son, Robin, arrived just seven months later one hot summer day, he’d been an adorable little boy.

He and Cora had been expecting by then as well. A fact that Henry was over the moon about. He could imagine nothing more rewarding than having a child to love and spoil. One of life’s greatest joys.

Beyond that, their children would be able to grow up together. A twist of fate that would prove to be more than either of them ever could have hoped for. The timing could not have been more perfect. But then life is funny that way.

Helen and Henry couldn’t help themselves from making all sorts of plans. Play dates between Robin and the little girl he was expecting. Trips to the zoo and the park. Holiday traditions. Family vacations between the six of them. The possibilities were endless.

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Malec Fic ft. Izzy: Coffee with the Lightwood Siblings and Magnus

Isabelle Lightwood woke up from the first full night sleep she had received since Max almost died. She wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol consumed or pure exhaustion. The party at the Hunter’s Moon was what everyone needed, smiles all around. The feeling of victory, it was a great night.

She was brought out of the memory by her phone ringing. She didn’t need to look down to see that Magnus was calling.

“Hello, Magnus”

“Hello, how is my favorite female Shadowhunter?”, Magnus asked in a hushed teasing tone before adding, “Just don’t tell Biscuit.”

“I’m doing just fine now that Valentine is dead. How about you? I heard you left with my big brother last night. Did you manage to work everything out?”

“Oh, Izzy, how I’ve missed you. Alexander and I are fine, we talked a lot last night, but I called for a reason. I convinced your brother to go to this cute mundane coffee shop, and I thought you’d enjoy it after almost getting your head taken off while I closed that rift. What do you say? My treat.”

“I’m in. How did you get Alec to agree to go to a mundane hotspot? Wait… I don’t want to know.”

She heard him chuckle over the line before saying, “ Oh, it didn’t take much to convince him. Just a slight pout. I even brought out my puppy-dog eyes. He didn’t stand a chance.”

“Oh, Magnus, you’ll have to teach me one day. I could never get away with anything. Don’t ever leave our family again.”

Magnus’ voice changed from the usual teasing tone he used with her to a serious one, “I’m honored to be part of your family, Isabelle. Meet us in an hour?”

“I’ll be there, text me the directions. See you soon, Magnus.”

As she was about to hang up she heard her brother in the background, “Magnus, where’d you go? I thought you were going to join me in the… Oh, you are on the phone.”, followed by a click.

Her big brother sounded happy again.


She walked through the door to see Alec laughing at something Magnus was saying; he never laughed like this before Magnus. As she moved towards the table, Alec saw her first.  He reached out to hug her. In the arms of her big brother, she remembered how Alec was always protecting her.  When Alec pulled away, he seemed surprised and happy to see her.

“Izzy, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yeah, Magnus invited me earlier.”

Alec turned his attention to Magnus, “Why didn’t you just tell me it was Izzy on the phone?”

“Alexander, I figured you’d appreciate the surprise,” Magnus stood up and kissed Alec on the cheek, “Let me get you something to drink, Isabelle. I know just the thing.”

Izzy watched Alec’s face go from shock to a small smile.

“It hasn’t sunk in yet that you guys are okay, has it, big brother?”

Alec shook his head, “No, I keep thinking he’ll change his mind.”

“Don’t overthink this, Alec.  You love him, right?”

“More than I ever thought I would be allowed to love someone.”

She reached across the table and took one of Alec’s hands in hers.

“You deserve happiness. I have a feeling you are guys are in it for the long-haul. I demand to be in the wedding.”

“When Magnus and I get married, you’ll be a huge part of the ceremony.”

“Alec, you just said when not if you guys get married.”

The smirk that crossed Alec’s face when he said “I know” left a giddy feeling within Isabelle. When she was planning the wedding for Alec and Lydia, Alec never cared much for the idea of marriage. Now her big brother was excited about the idea of marrying Magnus Bane.   As if he knew that the siblings were discussing him Magnus came up and hugged Alec from behind.

“Did you miss me, my darling?”
“You were gone for not even 5 minutes, Magnus.”

Not receiving the response he wanted, Magnus pouted as he sat down.  Isabelle laughed as her coffee was slide in her direction. She had a silent conversation between her and her clueless brother until it seemed Alec knew what he needed to do.

Alec groaned, “Don’t pout, Magnus. Of course, I missed you.”

A sparkle appeared in Magnus’ eye before he touched Alec’s cheek and said, “Of course you did, Alexander. It wasn’t up for debate. I  just wanted to hear you say it out loud.”

Isabelle felt she was intruding on an intimate moment. She was surprised Alec allowed Magnus to be this affectionate in public. She rationalized it as the mundane coffee shop is different than the middle of the New York Institute.  Magnus turned his attention to her while reaching for Alec’s hand.

“Now, for the real reason, I asked you to coffee. Ater that blow you received from the demon yesterday; I wanted to see for myself that you were okay. I worry about you, Isabelle and not just because you are Alec’s sister.  You took a huge hit. Have you been craving Yin Fen?”

She stumbled over her words, “Magnus… I… I thought about it. Briefly, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t but I remember the withdrawal. I’m not going through that again. I was cruel to Raphael that night. I held a blade to his chest when he wouldn’t let me have a taste. I don’t want to be that person again.”

“Of course, Isabelle. I understand. I just wanted to make sure. You called me family and I look out for my family. If you ever need anything, just call, even if I’m with Alexander. I’ll kick his delectable butt out.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about that body part with my sister.” Alec whined.
“Sweetheart, have you seen your butt? I’m going to be bragging about it all the time; you best get used to it. Plus, I didn’t hear any complaining….”

Izzy laughed as a blushing Alec reached to put a finger to Magnus’ lips.  They were adorable together. There was nothing that made Izzy happier than seeing Alec in love. She watched as they had a hushed conversation and felt it was time for her to let them be alone. Izzy took her phone from her pocket and pretended to look at a text.

“Sorry, guys. I’d love to stay and chat more, but Clary messaged for some girl-talk.”
A confused Alec observed, “I didn’t hear your phone go off.”
“My phone is on silent.”
“Izzy, why is your phone on silent? What if there was an emergency and the Institute needs to reach you?”
“Don’t worry about it, big brother. Everything is fine.”

Magnus catching onto Isabelle’s lie put a calming hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder before saying, “Alexander, I think your sister is just trying to give us the chance to be alone. You can take your boss hat off.”

Alec just rolled his eyes, “Why didn’t she just say so?”

Izzy got up, coffee in hand, waving goodbye to both her brother and Magnus with the other.   She paused for second to look at them through the shop window; she saw Alec staring at Magnus as he was telling a story.  His face was one of pure affection. She sipped her coffee as she walked home, hoping she could find love like theirs for herself.

//Request: Kai develops feelings for the reader but ignores them. After the merge, he feels them with more intensity. Ending is up to me//

//warnings: dramatic/confused/mushy Kai, stand-off-ish reader//

“Y/N. Hallway. Now.” Caroline told me, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me from the main room. “Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Uh, cause I didn’t know?” I answered quizzically. “What exactly are we talking about?”

“Kai is in love with you!” She whispered loudly. “You’re all he talks about!”

“Why are you around him that much to know?” I asked in return.

“I’m not. He pops up everywhere! The Grill, the park, the front yard. And every time he’s looking for you!”

“You’re delusional, Care.” I laughed and turned to head into town for a bite. “There’s nothing going on between us.”

I was the baby Salvatore. Yes, the long lost Salvatore sister. Well, half sister. Giuseppe was my father sadly, but I was the daughter of an adulterous meeting. My brothers didn’t even know of me until I met my ripper of a brother in Chicago in the 1920′s. And I didn’t meet Damon until fifty years later.

Caroline was practically family at this point. She was long term dating Stefan and looked out for me. While I appreciated it, I felt that she looked too much into things sometimes. She was sweet, considerate, beautiful, light-hearted, and so damn kind.

That’s where she and I were so different. I was considerate and sweet, yes. But I was also cynical, vengeful, and intimidating. Her beauty was soft and gentle, like green tea and sunflowers. My brothers described my beauty as dark and exciting, like red roses and neon signs in dark alleys. Alluring, vibrant, with an underlying message of danger. And that’s exactly what drew Kai to me.

I knew Caroline was right. I had known for a few months, since he came out of the prison world. I thought maybe it was just because I was the first girl he had seen that wasn’t trying to kill him but he followed me around like a lost puppy. Kai was fun and dangerous, the type I had the habit of attracting. However, I didn’t know Kai and I didn’t care to at the moment.

“Y/N!” He called and jogged up next to me. “My favorite Salvatore.”

“Hello Kai.” I sighed. “What can I help you with?”

“How about we go get lunch?” He offered. “I know this great pizza place a few towns over. Or we can get some coffee? Or anything really, I just thought-”

“Listen, Kai. You’re really good looking but I just don’t think we’d be a good pair.” I said and turned to face him. His eyes dropped to the floor and his shoulders drooped forward. “However, there is one thing I think we’d do well together.” I offered. His head snapped up, his eyes bright with the hint of devil in them.

Later that night, I slid onto my bed with Kai above me. His lips attached to my neck, my nails tracing lines up and down his back. His hands slid up and down my bare sides while I attempted to keep quiet in fear of waking my brothers. My legs hooked around his waist.

Kai and I had many encounters since that night for the next few weeks until suddenly he disappeared. When he vanished, I thought nothing of it. It wasn’t my business. He wasn’t my boyfriend after all. When I saw him again, he was different. We ran into each other at the Grill one day.

“Hey Parker.” I said as I walked up to the bar. “Where you been?”

“What’s wrong? Looking for a random hookup?” He scoffed. “Don’t act like I mean anything to you.”

“Someone’s touchy.” I laughed. “What’s on your mind, Kai?”

“You.” He said plainly. “I really care about you but I’m nothing but a good fuck for you.”

“I’m not the commitment type, simple as that.” I sighed. “I thought you weren’t either.”

“Things are different now. I’m different now.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” I shrugged.

“Anything. Something that shows you actually give a damn about me.” He said, almost desperately.

“I’m not gonna lie to you.” I said plainly and turned to leave.

He grabbed my shoulder and slammed me against the bar countertop. The Grill had emptied out during our conversation. Even Matt, who was the bartender, had gone M.I.A. Kai shattered a nearby bottle and held it against my chest. He twisted it and it sliced my skin open and tangled around my daylight necklace.

“Kai, my necklace.” I said desperately, fidgeting under his grip. I was plenty strong enough to get free, but he was using his magic to keep me down. “Please, it’s going to break.”

“Why can’t I kill her?” He asked himself.

“First of all, that’s glass. It wouldn’t kill me anyways.” I groaned through the pain in my chest. Even though it was healing, it hurt like hell. “Second of all, you’re going to kill me if my necklace breaks.”

“Come on, Kai. Just kill her.” He tried to convince himself. “Kill her. Come on!”

“Kai, please.” I pleaded. “I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t let my necklace break.”

He sighed and stepped away, throwing the remaining piece of the bottle at the wall. He turned to me with his hands buried in his hair. I pushed myself up and set on the counter, gingerly holding my blood coated necklace between my fingers.

“I don’t want to kill you.” He told me. “I mean, I do. Sort of… But I want you to live more than I want you dead. You just- You make me feel so confused. I want you and I want to see you smile and hear you laugh. I want you to be-”

“You want me to be your girlfriend. That’s what you’re feeling. You like me.” I answered, scooting off the counter and moving to stand in front of him. “You have for a while.”

“It’s more than that.” He groaned and dropped his hands. “It’s like, when you’re around, my stomach feels tight. And my knees shudder. My blood gets hot. My chest tightens. I can’t think straight. I- I-”

“You love me…” I said quietly. His eyes slowly met mine and I saw what Caroline had told me a few weeks ago. Kai had feelings for me, and whatever happened while he disappeared affected those feelings. Made them more drastic. “Kai, do you love me?”

“I don’t know what love feels like.” He admitted.

I smiled slightly and shrugged as I explained it. “Love is when you just want to see that person again. Love is when you look for someone in a crowded room. Love is when their happiness matters more than your own. Love is being willing to die or risk your safety for theirs. Love is finding beauty is the little things they do. Love is hoping that their enjoying life, wherever they are. Love is wanting the best for them. Love is something you feel right here. And it’s not easily confused.” My hand landed gently on his chest, right above his heart. One of his hands went to rest on top of mine and he smiled slightly at me.

“Then yeah, I do love you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you in weeks. And not just because we have great sex. But because I- I guess I love you.” He smiled widely.

“I’m going to give you thirty seconds to leave before I rip your heart out and feed it to you.” I heard my brother say from my right before I could reply. “Hello, sissy.” He fake smiled.

“Damon, don’t. Please.” I said, holding my free hand out to stop him. “I think I love him.”

anonymous asked:

Can you write a fic where bts are werewolfes,and Jungkook is all their soulmate,But he's a pup so they have to slowly prepare him for his role as their lover and other half in the future,But for now Kook can't drink from a normal cup no matter how much he tries so he need his sippy cup or a bottle to drink his milk,and his older soulmates find him so endearing and cute,They love seing him being fed so they can take in the cute sight, and call him their baby,I wish this would be long. I LOVE YOU❤

First of all I’d like to apologize for how long this actually took me to complete. Also I’m not sure if it’s as long as you would’ve liked, but I tried my best and I hope you like it!

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anonymous asked:

hey sunshine, i just want to thank you so much for all the hard work you do writing all these wonderful headcanons and scenarios. if it's not too much trouble, i was wondering if you could write some fluff for shinsou with a s/o who struggles with insomnia?? sleepy, late night fluff with lavender boy is lowkey my favourite thing in the world tbh. tysm again for running this wonderful blog sunshine 💙💙

Oh my god, thank you so very, very much for your kind words lovely, it makes me so very happy that you enjoy my writing! <3 <3 I feel so happy and blessed right now. I very much hope that I could write this well enough and that you’re going to like it! <3

Shinsou himself doesn’t sleep too easily and when his partner lies awake beside him as well, he turns to open his arms to his partner, so they can cuddle up to him. Once their body settles comfortably along his, he hugs them softly and runs a hand over their head.

“Insomnia sucks.” He finds himself murmuring and leans his head against theirs. “Is there something I can do to help?”

His partner huffs a warm breath against his collarbone and they close their eyes, slinging one arm over his side.

“This is nice.” They start. “And maybe we can talk for a bit?”

“Sure.” Shinsou murmurs against their temple, before he drops a kiss there and lets his head sink back into the cushion. Even if his partner doesn’t fall asleep earlier this way, they can at least spend the time more comfortably.

Shinsou starts to talk with his partner, conversing about their school and classmates; before they switch to things they enjoy and somehow end up conversing about their beliefs and the universe. The whole time, he draws gentle circles along their back and applying light pressure with his fingertips to tense knots on their shoulders.

At some point, he feels his eyelids grow heavy and the conversation between them slows to almost slurred words, before they fall silent and slowly drift off, their bodies close together. Shinsou still has his arms around his partner, their hand resting against his back and he falls asleep to the soft sound of their breaths and their warmth mingling with his under the blanket.

anonymous asked:

Can u explain furries to me pls bc I see memes nd stuff all the time but not explanations?? I hope you have a cool day!!

ah u too! also hrmn well theres actually not too much to it as ud think 

literally its just, yknow, urself and other people and ocs and characters as animals that stand on two legs

thats it actually

a lot of people make and draw personas, some people love theirs so much they make whole suits, generally its a really fun community though im not really deep into it ykno

the memes r generally bc people find it weird + the p0rn part of it is pretty big LMAO


Pairing: Eliza Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,418ish
T/W: Flufffffffff 
A/N: For Anon’s Request: “Eliza is the reader’s bff and happens to be in love with her. While both were getting ready to attend peggy’s engagement party, the reader (whom the eliza hasn’t seen glammed up.. ever) was getting ready in a separate room. And when she walked in eliza all but had a heart attack and got flustered and red as a tomato and just like woah.”
I tried, I hope I did okay!!

Peggy and Laf were finally engaged! And of course Peggy was throwing a party for it. You had known the Schuyler sisters your entire life, but your best friend was Eliza. She just seemed to get you the most and was always there for you. The two of you were kind of opposite, she was girly and you were a bit more “rough around the edges.” But hey, opposites attract right? Eliza certainly believe in the saying, though she was always too shy to admit it, there was something about you that just made her heart flutter. 

“Hey, are you almost ready?” Eliza called from outside your door. 

“Yeah…almost,” you sounded like you were struggling, “can you actually help me?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Eliza’s heart began to race a million miles a minutes as she slowly opened the door. 

Her heart nearly stopped when she opened the door to see you facing the wall struggling to zip up your dress. Throughout your entire friendship, she had never seen you this glam’d up before. Your hair was slightly curled and you were actually wearing a somewhat fancy dress. Eliza hadn’t realised how long she had just been staring at you, until you addressed it. 

“You gonna stare or help?” you arched an eyebrow. 

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Tattoo I Can’t Erase - [Part 1/?]

Summary: Soulmates were a given right - something everyone had and everyone found. Since they were so easy to find, most had met theirs by the time they were 20. Except you. Years go by, and hopeful remarks soon turn sour with pity; hope turning to bitterness. After upheaving your entire life to venture across the world for a job - and not just any job - maybe there’s hope after all…

Soulmate AU! Reader x ?

Word Count: 1593
Warnings: None just yet.

A/N: I kind of fell in love with the soulmate’s concept and wanted to make my own mark on the community. I have no idea how this will turn out, and I really hope everyone likes it. This will be my first series, and well, holy crap this is nerve wracking. Enjoy! <3

Soulmate (noun), a person who is predestined to ideally be the ‘perfect’ match for a specific person, romantically or platonically.

In this world, soulmates were sacred matches, and those in which came between them were considered - in the eyes of the law - to be fiends. At the age of thirteen all young-teens came into their maturation, and the beginnings of what was title the ‘Soul-Bond’ would begin to blossom in a raised, light beige colour across their wrist. The mark begins on the wrist they were most likely to join to their soulmates, and it would increasingly blossom each and every time you came in contact with them, covering more skin of your wrist and arm. Upon a single side of the soulmate bond acknowledging who their soulmate was, the mark would turn a light brown - a sign that only one side had acknowledged the other; once both had acknowledged the bond, it would turn black in colour and sink into their skin - no longer raised, representing the permanence of the bond.

However, not all were destined to meet their soulmate, and many went their entire lives without ever experiencing the formation of the soul-bond, living left wondering who and where their other-half was.

You were similar.

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me: *re-watching shadow hunters in the kitchen*

Alec: This isn’t a joke! At Magnus’, the demon, the image of you-

Jayce: That? You love me so. I love you too Alec.

Mum: *shouting from the living room* You go Alec, get your man! I knew it would be okay in the end!! Whooopppppp.

Jayce: come on man we’re paribitied. Brothers-

Dad: Oof unlucky my boy. You’re way too deep in the friend zone now. Scrap that. Your fucked.. he, he bro zoned you.

Mum: No. No. This can’t- What the fuck!

Dad; Theirs no escape. Once in the friend zone always in the friend zone.

Mum: No theirs still hope for Alec. I won’t let him be unhappy.

Me: Don’t worry mum it gets better for him. He finds Magnus.

Dad: I don’t like Magnus, always had a weird feeling about the guy. He’s dodgy.

Me: Hes a downworlder not dodgy.

Dad: Downworlder downsmolger hes dodgy.

Me: No hes magi-

Mum: Can we get back to the point please. Look it better be okay for Alec in the end i swear to god.

Me: It will be.

Dad: *whispering* bull, theirs no escape.