i know this is a bit old but i couldn't help myself

anonymous asked:

can you recommend some korrasami fics?

Of course I can! Man, I don’t even know where to start, but these are some of the ones that come to mind (they aren’t ranked in any particular order):

March of Progress by @threehoursfromtroy

The Avatar must protect nature, foster peace, and keep the world safe.
The CEO of Future Industries must expand, innovate, and, at the end of the day, turn a profit.

Korra and Asami have fallen in love, and fallen hard. But when their duties come between them, their world convulses around them, and their pasts still haunt them both, can the world’s most powerful couple survive?

~ I’ve recommended this many times and still stand by this fic. We get to see the development of Korra and Asami in terms of their relationship, their characterization and their hardships. Also, the author is an absolute sweetheart!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6996448/chapters/15938416


Place in the World by paxbananaKorra struggles to find her place in the world. Continuation-fic. Related to One on One. 

~ Honestly, I think this may be my favourite ongoing korrasami fic so far. The author alternates between Korra and Asami’s perspective in this story and brings about brilliant characterization/introspection as well as culture (we get to experience a lot in regards to the Southern Water Tribe). Seriously… just read it when you have the time. (Yes, I know some people have a problem with the labels used in this story and I completely understand, but try to give it a chance. I think the author has been quite respectful in how they handled the whole situation - but, if this type of thing really does bother you, consider giving this fic a pass)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8235412/chapters/18873364


Absence of Light by @sniperctTen years ago, Avatar Korra opened a spirit portal in the center of Republic City. In the decade since, Korra has overseen a new era of peace. But there are dangers old and new, creeping shadows threatening to strangle and choke out the light and throw the world back out of balance. In the absence of light, what hope remains? 


~ I’ve recommended this to some people because it’s honestly one of the best stories that I’ve ever read (this too has its own series called The Avatar and the Inventor). This story along with The Seeking Balance series are absolutely among my top two favourites in regards to Korrasami fics. Here, we have a badass married Korrasami couple and a very interesting/dangerous villain. We also get to see some good ol’ characters from 

ATLA!http://archiveofourown.org/works/4269738/chapters/9667932



The Everthere by @guileheroine

Korra and Asami on the steady, special road to life partnership. A post-reunion, post(ish)-college roommate AU.

~ So, I’m not usually a fan of AU stories, but this one has left me stunned on multiple occasions. The characterization of Korra and Asami is divine, their relationship progression is so pure and beautiful and the story is captivating. It’s a slow burn story that is definitely worth your time!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8541466/chapters/19581724

(The characterization in this story reminds me of Nightmares and Daydreams by SorbetLaitier - another sort of slow burn type of story that I would highly recommend ~ https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10837027/1/Nightmares-and-Daydreams)


All These Broken Hearts on That Pole by Gummy

Korra knew this was insane. Absolutely utterly mad. The first time she ever stepped foot in a strip club and of course she had to fall for one of the strippers. The entire thing felt like a tired, worn out cliche. But cliche or not, something was happening and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers.

~ This is another AU involving a strip club - need I say more? I haven’t read this one in a while, but I would definitely say that it’s worth the read!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3298841/chapters/7203143


Parts to Play by @darling-gypsum

Asami Sato has been raised her whole life to distrust benders, but now, she doesn’t know quite what to make of the Avatar. The two girls bond as the Equalist threat looms over Republic City, but the threat could be closer than Korra realizes. Asami’s allegiances are tested. (designed to blend the “Asami Equalist AU” into most of the show canon, so Korrasami, Makorra, and Masami ships are all acknowledged and explored) 

Unseen moments in the last two books, as Korra and Asami fly out of and back into each other’s lives.Sequel to “Parts to Play” Books 1 & 2.

~ This is definitely a must-read story! It takes an alternative path in books 1 & 2 with an equalist!asami narrative. Book 3 & 4 are more of what we are used to in the show. The characters really get fleshed out and we get to see lot of behind-the-scenes moments/interactions. A very beautiful story/series indeed! 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3987445/chapters/8951752

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6108466/chapters/14000713


Book 5: Light by @asami-snazz

A complete Book 5 story following Korra and Asami from the final and beyond as the couple navigate through their new relationship whilst also dealing with rising anti-spirit tension at home and considerable political instability in the rest of the Four Nations as Korra and Asami are tested more than ever before.

“The canon seemed to be being fired carelessly from the Spirit Wilds. Korra…No…Gut instinct told Asami that the Avatar would be there.”

~ I’ve always had a great liking for this story! Very nice characterization and relationship-building for both Korrasami  with a really neat plot! It starts out fluffy but gets very interesting as the chapter go on! We get to Asami have some amazing moments and we also get to see a bit more about Korra’s mental state. Highly recommend this!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3789511/chapters/8434099


Stand on the Horizon by theinvisblekunst 

In 159AG, a portal opened at the bottom of the Mo Ce Sea, allowing giant monsters that became known as the kaiju to enter the physical world. For eight long years, the world’s benders were the first line of defense, but the loss of life became too great. A fifteen year old Asami Sato has the solution, and she presents her idea to the world: Build giant mechs to fight the kaiju. She calls them “jaegers.” Now, three years later, her jaegers are the primary kaiju-fighting weapon, and she’s determined to pilot her own. Who knew the avatar would also want to be a pilot.

~ Another AU that I decided to give a chance and wow, I was not disappointed. I was a big fan of Pacific Rim merely for it cool action-packed sequences. The idea of giant robots fighting giant monsters is always pleasant to think about. Throw Korrasami into the mix and you get an even more entertaining story, especially when the drift is involved. 

This story was quite emotional for me, but I can’t recommend it enough! Korra and Asami become the true legends in this AU.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2391920/chapters/5285162

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Some other must-reads that are well-known include:

The Seeking Balance series by SimplyKorra (a.k.a @weissrose on this site) 

http://archiveofourown.org/series/273651

Ronin Korra series by @silks-stuff (very obsessed with this at the moment)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3345077/chapters/7317863

Spin the Rails series by @lokgifsandmusings and @progmanx

https://archiveofourown.org/series/188699

Venti Sized Crush by @mezoereed

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3954847/chapters/8867536

They say that true love hurts. Well, this could almost kill me by frenetic_core 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3765220/chapters/8363638

The Blacksmith’s Favor by @sy-itha

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3171119/chapters/6886439

Food Fight by @oldvelvet95 (I love re-reading this one!)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3787072/chapters/8426605

…and a whole lotta others that I want to include (but this list is already getting too long - though you may see me add things here and there :p). I haven’t bothered adding my own commentary to these last few ones due to their well-known status. But seriously, read them all!!! 

Hopefully you can find some nice stories in there that you haven’t read before. They all deserve the chance to be read and loved!!! Feel free to add on some other stories if you think I missed some good ones (which I know I did).

Broken Promises

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, smut, smut with lots of feelings, ):

Words: 1,755

A/N: *runs away*

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Unstoppable (3)

Genre: Romance, angst, (future smut)

Length: 1,6k

Characters: Kim Jongin, Oh Sehun, OC

Part: 3/?

Summary: “Meeting him was the start of something drastic in your life”

He had a handsome face no doubt, you could even dare to think that he was the most handsome guy you had seen in your life. His gaze was strong on you, his eyes were a typical brown color but so hypnotizing that it even made you feel intimidated, so you looked away your cheeks getting red in embarrassment. 

“What is girl like you doing out at this hour?” he chuckled, getting closer to you and his hands putting a little more force on your waist.

You started to stutter searching for the correct words to say, you didn’t know if you were stuttering because of your drunken self or the proximity of this unknown handsome man so you just said the first thing that came to your mind.

“You look like a carrot”

He started to laugh loudly at your words, of course you were drunken out of your mind, like they say little kids and drunk people always say the truth. 

He let go of your waist so you could sit again at the bench “Okay doll where do you live?” he asked sitting next you “I can't let a pretty girl like you alone at this hour of the night including that you’re very drunk” 

You scoffed, you didn’t want go nowhere you were alright there but then and a random stranger just comes here and takes the decision to take you home, no thank you. “Why should i tell you? For the record i don’t even know you, you handsome stranger”. He laughed again, the scene for him was hilarious. 

You opened your mouth to say something but that’s when your cellphone rang for nth time of the night, it was surely your sister, you didn’t answer before because you didn’t want to deal with anything right now, you just wanted it to be your drunken self and your broken heart. You were going to press decline when the phone was suddenly snatched from your hands before you could even do it.

“Hello” he answered. You immediately tried to reach out for the phone but of course had no success he grabbed both your hands with his free one to stop you. “She isn’t in the state to answer right now…” he looked at you watching how you struggled. “She’s at gwanggyo lake park… no, no don’t worry it’s late i can take her” 

“I don’t want you to take me anywhere, let me go!” you said starting to get desperate to get free. “I’m… a friend” he answered doubtedly at the person in the other line since it wasn’t even ten minutes since you just met.

“Friend my ass, let go of me!” he chuckled lightly at your words and just smirked at you.

“Okay i’ll take her there in thirty” and with that he ended the call and gave you your cellphone back, you tried to look at him with a mad face but to him you just looked adorable considering your state.

“Okay doll can you walk? I’m going to take you home” he stood up from his place and looked at you waiting for your answer. 

“I’m not going anywhere” your crossed your arms over your chest  answering confidently.

With that said he suddenly lift you up your place and charged you putting your body in one of his shoulders your face facing his back and started walking.

“HEY LET ME GO! LET ME DOWN YOU PERVERT!” You said shouting and hitting his back but he didn’t even budge a bit. 

You were starting to make a scene, there was a couple passing by and you shouted to them “HELP ME! SEND HELP! HELP ME THIS CARROT GUY IS… AH!” He suddenly put you on your feet again before you could finish and roughly pulled you by your waist making you be dangerously close to his face, you widened your eyes in surprise from the sudden roughness.

“Okay baby girl if you don’t want me to kiss you, make this easy and shut up or i’ll make you” His eyes looking at your lips for a moment, then raising them to look at your eyes. You just gulped and nodded your head in agreement. He chuckled and charged you in the position you were before and kept walking again.

You were already halfway from you house when he decided to speak. 

“Why are you this drunk love? Had a bad day?” You hesitated to answer since you didnt even know the guy, but you thought well maybe i might never see him in my life again so you why not?  

“Just a stupid guy that broke my heart” 

“He rejected you?”

“No, he cheated on me” The carrot guy just nodded his head in a comprehensive way, you couldn’t see though but you felt it. “I found out the day of our second anniversary what he was doing… and to think i was going to give into him how stupid” you added with a sigh. He knew you couldn't see him but he widened his eyes in surprise at what you said since you already looked old enough to still be a virgin. 

“There still a lot of guys out there doll don’t get yourself like this over a douchebag, not worth it” Your eyes filled up of tears at his words, you knew he wasn’t worth it but but still the ache in your heart couldn’t go easily away. 

“I know, but all i want is to be sincerely loved this time”

-

He put you on your feet since you were now in front of your house and you just sighed, preparing to get bombarded with questions from your sister.

“Okay doll is it here?” you agreed with your head and looked at him a bit pissed off that he brought you here, you would prefer that he’d taken you to Ji Won’s instead but your sister had chosen a great timing to call.

You were a bit sobered up already so you could walk without falling down at the first try but you still held yourself on the wall next to you so you be secure you wouldn’t fall, you made a goodbye motion with your hand and turned around to head towards the door when the carrot guy suddenly pulled you back at him hitting his chest. 

“Don’t i get at least a thank you reward? You're quite heavy” He chuckled a bit smirking at you. 

“I-i never asked you to bring me here, so i’m not giving you anything” You said avoiding his gaze since he was making you feel nervous all of a sudden. 

“Fine, i’ll claim it myself then” You turned your head to look at him in confusion and thats when he pushed your back to the wall and connected his lips to yours. At first you didn’t answer his kiss from the surprise but slowly you just gave in.

The kiss was full with passion, it wasn’t rough and desperate but instead it was delicate and slow, one of his hands went to your ass and gripped it making you gasp in surprise and with that he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. You never had a kiss so experienced and with so much passion for sure this handsome stranger was giving you the best kiss you ever had in your life.

You both started to separate from the lack of air. The hand that was previously in your ass crept up to hold your cheek and said darkly.

“My name is Oh Sehun, don’t forget it love” he let go you slowly almost careful like if you were made of glass and went away. 

To say you were shocked wasn’t enough… what a day. 

-

You woke up and turned off your alarm, you saw the hour and it was 7:30 a.m. you didn’t have to go to school since it was saturday but you had to go to help at the veterinary store your uncle owned, you sighed in exhaustion, your head hurt and you felt like vomiting but you tried to ignore it and went to the shower to get ready. 

You already finished showering when you remembered what happened last night, you were still in shock of course how wouldn’t you, it was such a rollercoaster of emotions yesterday since what happened with jongin, you getting drunk and lastly that kiss with the stranger. “My name is Oh Sehun, don’t forget it love” you shivered at the memory of his last words, you were so deep in thought that you jumped a bit when you cellphone rang.

“Uncle Yixing” you readshit you were late so you just ignored the call and put on a pair of shoes and hurriedly got out of your house and towards the veterinary store. 

“You’re late y/n” Yixing said cleaning one of the shelves, while you walked past him leaving your stuff on the counter. 

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” You said turning to look at him smiling a bit embarrassed. 

“You said that last week y/n” He sighed. “But just forget it, there's a lot of work today can you pass me Vivi?” You furrowed your eyes in confusion and was about to ask what Vivi was but you then heard a bark and that’s when you turned back to look at the cute dog that was leashed. 

“She’s so cute!” You sat next to the dog and started petting her forgetting what Yixing had requested before.

“You mean he” You looked at him confused “He? But that’s girl's name, what kind of ignorant person would name his dog like that?” 

“I would” You turned your head to the door to see who had responded and then gasped in surprise. 

illumimeepi  asked:

i love your fanfics! maybe when you get the chance could you do a hanahaki disease tom fic? mabe with tom even almost dying and marco is worried and says something like "why couldn't you have fallen in love with me? do you have any idea how much i would've loved you back.." and tom just starts crying while he's coughing up flowers while marco is just hugging him before tom just smiles at him because that's all he needed to hear to be cured.

Awwww! of course I can! This is so so sweet and sad! I hope you like the story! I really enjoyed writing it. It was  bit different than what I normally do because it starts with Tom still being in love with Star. (Or thinking he is) But there’s some development and I hope you like the story!!!!! Enjoy!!!!

Based off of this amazing art by @illumimeepi!!!!  https://illumimeepi.tumblr.com/post/163728312628/hanahaki-disease-a-fictional-disease-where-the


Tom sat with his friends at the same table at the Snack Shack. It was a little place where you sat outside and ate whatever slop they were cooking. Normally hotdogs and fries. Nothing special. They would hang out here all the time, this same old dirty place where you could get gross food. Nobody should like this place as much as Tom did. But every time his friends suggested they go, he got this excited feeling that they would go all together, he Star and Marco. And they would be together, something they shared, and he had friends. Real friends.

But today wasn’t so happy and fun for him. “Hey, Tom? You good?” Marco asked, leaning forward. Tom looked up, a little spaced out.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I just feel a little lightheaded if I’m being honest.” He admitted, running his fingers through his hair. It was probably nothing. Maybe he didn’t sleep too well, or the Earth’s air was different than the Underworld. But Marco all of the sudden got a concerned look on his face.

“Oh well sit tight, I’ll go get you a soda.” Marco offered. Before Tom could respond he was off, leaving he and Star to laugh a bit at their friend’s concern.

“He’s so cute.” Star gushed. “Look at how sweet he is.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty great.” Tom shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. Marco came back and handed Tom the drink. “Thanks Marco, that’s really nice of you.” Tom smiled. Marco beamed and handed Tom the soda, when Tom took it his hand brushed over the human’s, and immediately after that he erupted in an awful sounding coughing fit.

“Tom! Are you okay!?” Marco cried. Star got up out of her seat and Marco put his hand on the demon’s back, but this only seemed to make the coughing worse. Marco bit his lip and tried to think of what to do, Tom seemed like he was choking! “Star go get help.” He urged.

“N-no… I’m good.” Tom assured, the fit passing.

“Are you sure?” Marco asked. Tom nodded, coughing a few more times into his napkin.

“Y-Yeah I just…” Tom stopped when he pulled his head away. “What the hell?” He asked in confusion. Because in his hands on on his lap were red flower petals. “Where did-” Tom cut himself off with another violent cough, resulting in another handful of flower petals coming from his mouth and fluttering down on his lap.

“Uh… is that normal for you?” Marco asked, rubbing the back of his head. Tom picked a petal up and looked at it closely. Trying to see if he missed anything, these couldn’t be FLOWERS… could they?

“No… not for me.” Tom shook his head. “Star, is this a magic thing?” He asked his friend. Tom turned to face the Mewni girl, who was now sitting and looking at her hands. “Starship? You okay?” Tom asked. Star looked up fast.

“Huh? Yeah… you’ll be fine. I have to leave.” Star spoke way to fast and got up, practically running away. Marco looked at her in confusion and then told Tom to wait, running after her.

“Star! Hey what’s up with you?” marco asked.

“I have to be away from Tom. I’ll only make it worse.” She muttered.

“What?” Marco asked her confused, looking back at the demon. Star took a deep breath and flopped down on the bench.

“This can only be one thing.” Star began. “The hanahaki disease. When the victim suffers from unrequited true love… they cough up flower petals.” She explained. Marco gasped and then sat down next to her, shaking his head.

“Tom is still in love with you.” He realized.

“I mean… I guess. I thought he was past it but apparently not.” She sighed. “That’s why I have to go. Marco, I know myself. I’m not going to fall in love with Tom, so our only bet is for him to fall out of love with me.” She explained. “I should probably stay away, so he forgets about me. But you should take him somewhere! Try and get him to meet somebody new!” She decided.

“Why is this so urgent?” Marco asked, worried at how scared Star looked. She looked guilty. Way too guilty, like she hated herself. He could even see tears brimming in her eyes.

“If I could flip I switch to change the way I feel about him, I would right now.” Star began. “Because… if the victim of the hanahaki disease doesn’t find requited love they… they’ll die Marco. They’ll keep getting sicker and sicker and they’ll die.” She began to sob. Marco just froze. His eyes were wide and he was petrified. His demon could NOT die.

“Star, look at me.” Marco told her. “Tom will be fine. Everything will be fine.” He promised. “You just, go home. Like you said it’s best if you stay away from him. And I’ll take him out and he’ll meet someone else and he’ll be better by tomorrow.” Marco knew somewhere in his mind that every word coming out of his mouth was a lie. You don’t fall out of love in a day. But what else could he say?

Star nodded and gave Marco one last hug, before running off, still in tears. Marco took a breath and went back to the demon who was sitting at the bench. Tom seemed okay in that time, but when Marco came back the coughing continued, and few more flower petals slipped out. “M-Marco this is… I have to go.” Tom tried to leave but Marco took his hand.

“No! You’re fine, let’s go.” Marco tried. Tom ripped away.

“I’m not stupid!” He cried. “I-I didn’t remember at first or… maybe I didn’t want to admit it but… I know what the hanahaki disease is. And I… Marco I don’t know what to do! I thought I was over Star! I thought I knew we would never get back together and I was okay with that!” He cried. As he did this Marco put his arm around him, and Tom coughed up another mouthful of red flower petals.

“Maybe let’s… not talk about Star.” Marco decided. Tom nodded and covered his mouth with both hands, hoping he could just keep in the flower petals. Marco made Tom looked at him. “It’s all going to be okay. I’m going to take you out and you’re going to find somebody new. Okay?” Marco told him.

“Marco… I can’t just go out and fall in love.” Tom argued. “I-it takes time and work and I can’t do it! I’ve been trying to move on for a while now I-I can’t! I’m not strong enough to just move on!” Tom rambled.

“It will! It will work!” Marco exclaimed. “Just please, this one time, trust me?” He begged. Tom looked over at Marco, who was staring at Tom with these big eyes. He looked so worried and scared for Tom’s well being. He really truly cared. Tom took a deep breath and nodded his head.

“Alright.”

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“She seemed nice.” Marco tried in vain. They were at some dumb party Brittany Wong was throwing. Tom didn;t listen to what Marco, or the girl, had to say. He was sort of in a daze. “UH, Tom? How are you feeling?” Marco asked.

“Sort of… tired…” Tom mumbled, swaying back and forth. Marco bit his lip. Tom was getting worse. And he was getting worse faster that he expected. Marco reached up to feel Tom’s forehead.

“You feel really cold.” He stressed. As soon as he said this Tom began to cough again, it seemed more painful than it once was. A burst of flower petals came out of his mouth and Tom seemed short of breath. Marco felt tears prick the sides of his eyes. “Hey! How about we go somewhere else? I met some nice people at-”

“Marco.” Tom cut the human off. “I just… sort of want to go home.” He seemed too weak to even sit upright at this point. The hanahaki disease had gotten so bad in just a few hours. Tom collapsed against Marco and his eyes fell shut. “Please just… take me home…” He begged. It wasn’t just from the illness, he was sad and heartbroken, and wanted to go home. Marco nodded and scooped the demon up, leaving the party and ignoring questions from his friends and classmates.

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Star and Marco paced around the room manically, in tears. They were both trying to think of something– anything– that they could do. All the while Tom was curled up on the couch, wrapping in a blanket, and coughing violently. He sounded pained, and each time he couched more and more red flower petals came out. They were a much brighter red than they started out. Finally Star sat next to her friend.

“Tom… I’m so sorry.” She mumbled. Tom just wrapped her up in a hug and shook his head.

“I don’t blame you for any of this.” He assured her. Star hugged him and they sat there for a while. Marco watched as Tom pulled away, he coughed up more and more petals, and he seemed to be in so much pain. At this point it was difficult for him to breath, the coughing wa so bad. Marco tightened his fist.

“No.” He finally spat. Both of the other kids looked up at him. Marco then got an angry look and threw his arms out. “NO! NO! This isn’t FAIR!” He screamed. Star was about to say something but Marco cut her off. “Why are you like this!?” He screamed at Tom. The demon fell back. “Why do you have to… why did you…” Marco trailed off and burst into tears. “WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH ME!?!?” He screamed. Tom froze and Marco continued to sob. “Do you have any idea how much I would have loved you back?” He asked this in a quiet and broken voice, leaving Tom totally frozen and confused.

He was at first confused as to what Marco had just said, but then the feeling he got after that made him even more confused. He felt… lighter? And he had this fluttery feeling he couldn’t place. Marco loved him. Marco really truly loved him. And that’s all Tom ever wanted, that’s what he searched for and wished for. And Marco always showed that to him. He was always sweet and gentle and Tom felt safe and happy.

Shouldn’t he have felt this for Star?

Was he even in love with Star?

As soon as that question crossed Tom’ mind he froze. Because the answer was no. He loved Star, but he was in love with Marco. It all made sense. The petals were for him this whole time. And it was unrequited on Tom’s end. He didn’t even know he was in love! Or maybe he repressed it, and pushed the feeling away because it scared him. He couldn’t have a requited love when he didn’t know who he loved. But there was no question. It was Marco.

Marco continued to cry, but then was tackled down by something. He looked up to see Tom attacking him with love, and hugging him as tight as he could. He didn’t feel as cold, and didn’t look as weak. Tom let out one last feeble cough and a single flower petal came out. When he was done he looked up at Marco with big eyes. “It was you… it’s been you this whole time.”

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Changing

1.2k words, G rated

A couple of days after they get back from Godric’s Hollow, Scorpius walks in on his dad cutting his hair and is utterly horrified.

This was inspired by Ed White’s rendition of Draco’s reaction to Ron’s: “I think you’ve got really nice hair Draco.” Utter horror, to the point where I expected him to go straight home and cut all his hair off. @thatwasdramatic told me to write a fic based on it, and I like bowing to peer pressure in cases like this, so here we are! 

Full disclosure, this is unbeta’d and I wrote it while walking down the street (not to be recommended). I have proofread it, but you have been warned! 

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“Dad!”

Draco trims the last long blond strand from his head with a flick of his wand and looks up at Scorpius, who is standing in the doorway, transfixed with horror.

“Good morning, Scorpius.”

“What have you done?” Scorpius gasps, taking a tiny step forward then stopping dead again. He wants to pick up one of the blond locks but he doesn’t dare. He can’t quite bring himself to believe that they’re real.

“I’ve cut my hair,” Draco says, tucking his wand away. “It was time for a change. I was looking far too much like my father.”

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Effort and Understatements (1/3)

Chapter one below the link

“No,” the words echoed in the agonising silence as Alec tried to process what was happening. He had just asked the man he loved to marry him and he had turned him down.

He was fused to the spot, unable to lift his knee from the floor for fear that he would fall. His whole world was upside down. He was broken, body and soul, and Magnus could see that in every inch of Alec’s face.

Taking a knee as well Magnus lowered himself to the floor. He rested one hand on Alec’s bent leg and cupped his face with the other, bringing Alec’s face back up to his. Alec was confused by the touch, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts at once. Sensing this internal war Magnus broke the silence first.

“Alexander, please… don’t take this to mean that I don’t love you… I do… so much that I will never be able to fully express that to you.”

“I know you do,” Alec said standing, unconsciously backing away as Magnus stepped closer to him, “you just don’t want to marry me … I shouldn’t have asked… I’m sorry.”

Magnus’ heart sank, Alec had nothing to apologise for. In fact, he should be the one saying sorry. He had very strong feelings on marriage that had nothing to do with their relationship, he should have made that clear to Alec long before things got this far, but it had never occurred to him that they would. No-one had ever stayed this long before. Alec was the exception to every rule, and Magnus was constantly surprised by him.

“Look at me” Magnus pleaded, taking Alec by the arm as he started to walk away. Alec hadn’t met his eyes since Magnus had answered. “It’s not that I don’t want to marry you. Marriage is a wonderful institution,” he said echoing an old sentiment, “It’s a pledge to spend the rest of your life with someone,” he paused, how to explain this without Alec feeling like he was lacking in some way,“ but I made a decision a long time ago to never make that pledge to someone else if I couldn't keep it. As much as I want to, the rest of my life isn’t something I can give to you.”

“Ok,” Alec said, his voice void of emotion. He’d just bled out every last one he had.

But it wasn’t ok. Magnus knew that Alec would be questioning everything about himself, about them. He’d never believed that he deserved all the things that he had.

“This isn’t a reflection on my love for you Alexander, I want to cherish every moment I have with you…. until I can’t do that anymore,” he added as an after thought, he didn’t like to dwell on thoughts like that.

“Sounds a lot like a marriage to me” Alec said, firmly but not cold. He just didn’t understand the difference.

“I know, but I can’t make that promise to you… or to myself, it isn’t fair.”

Alec sighed in resignation, he was hurt, there was no denying that, but he couldn’t help but understand Magnus in some way. Forever wasn’t an easy promise when only one of you was immortal. Alec would leave Magnus one day whether he wanted to or not, he had no choice in that. Maybe by not making that vow, that day would be just the tiniest bit easier for Magnus when it came.

“I understand,” Alec said, “I won’t pretend it doesn’t hurt, but I understand.”

They stood in awkward silence for what seemed like an eternity until Alec’s cell phone broke the silence. “It’s Jace” Alec said, “I should get this…..Yeah, what’s up?” he asked, trying to mask the pain he was in.

“He said no?” was all Jace said, he could feel Alec’s anguish across town.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Alec said feigning that he was talking business, “I’ll be right there……I’ve got to go,” he said to Magnus, hanging up.

“Ok,” Magnus said, nervous as Alec headed to the door, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not sure how late I’ll be… so uh, don’t wait up ok?”

Alec closed the door behind him leaving Magnus alone in the loft they now shared as a home. Magnus’ eyes fell to the ring box discarded on the floor. Alec had dropped it, unable to keep his grip as the pain took hold. His fingers played with the latch but he didn’t dare open it, it felt wrong to. He walked to his safe and sealed the ring away, hoping that he wasn’t locking away the love that had come with it as well.


It was past midnight when Alec climbed into bed that night, weary and tired to the bone, but not from his job as a Shadowhunter. His heart ached, he’d been completely ripped open.

Izzy and Jace had spent the day comforting him, it had helped, but he still hurt so much. Magnus lay with his back to him and Alec just started at him for the longest time, realisation finally setting in that, yes, he would love be able to call Magnus his husband, but he already had the gift of calling Magnus “his” and that was enough.

“Magnus,” Alec whispered, lips almost touching his ear,

“My love,” Magnus replied turning to face him, he had clearly not slept all.

Alec smiled a crooked smile at the name and settled himself into Magnus’ arms.

“Alexander, I’m sorry,” Magnus started but was silenced by a kiss.

“It’s ok,” Alec smiled, finding that he truly meant it this time, “I don’t need a ring or a piece of paper to know that I love you…and that you love me. You show me that everyday and that is all I need. I don’t want to spoil the time that we have together with any awkwardness because of this, can we just go back to us?”

“Of course….. and thank you for understanding my decision…. I am yours and yours alone, for as long as you will have me.”

“Then I'll keep you for my forever,” Alec whispered, knowing Magnus would understand that he knew that he couldn't be Magnus’ forever, but that Magnus would always be his. 

“Forever,” Magnus whispered softly, stroking Alec’s hair as he slept, "I would give up every second of mine to have even one more day with you, my love. Forever is nothing, if you aren’t there to share it with me.“

Chapter 2 to come tomorrow

the obligatory rebelcaptain x-files au

@operaticspacetrash i may have made a post about it already, bUT 

- I imagine this au constantly, but I don’t want it to be an exact carbon copy of txf with just different character names, SO i imagine this takes place modern day, not the 90s (sorry 90s lol). 

- I feel like Jyn would be the Mulder, since she seems a bit more in tune with her faith, a bit more rule-breaking and has less of a regard for herself. 

- Her mother is still alive I think in this universe, but her father disappeared when she was eight and ever since, she has been convinced that he was abducted by aliens. 

- the Erso’s are originally from England but immigrated to USA when jyn was young. she went to university, eventually, joined the FBI. 

- She’s known for being a bit unpredictable. She has a hard exterior, has had to look out for herself for many years, and comes off as prickly. She’s also fierce though, dedicate to the job, and at least people can appreciate that about her. Sure, sometimes rumours go around saying that she’s crazy and worships the occult or that she believes in aliens or something, but she’s typically a respected cop. 

- She finds the x-files. Hidden away in the basement one day, she realises that there’s answers out there, that her father’s disappearance could be explained. She asks to be assigned there and the higher ups say yes just to stop her from going on about it 

- bUUT they don’t count on her dedicating her life to it OH SHIT. She starts to dig through files, take on cases they’d usually throw out the door. She starts to peice together the truth and they don’t like it. 

- ENTER SPECIAL AGENT CASSIAN ANDOR, YALL 

- Cassian is straight-laced. He’s proud to be a part of the FBI because they try and help make the world a better place. Sometimes you have to do questionable things, but it’s all worth it right? 

- idk I think he would suit being the Scully here, since he’s more by the book, does whatever authority tells him to do etc (UNTIL HE DOESN’T, but we’ll get to that lol) 

- so he’s assigned to the x files to reign Jyn in, question the validity of her work etc. 

- Is Krennic the cigarette-smoking-man??????? 

- omg and Mothma as skinner!!!!! like Draven would also suit that role, but imagine MOTHMA AS SKINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Cassian and Jyn meet and naturally it’s an instant connection, he thinks she’s nuts and is gonna get them killed, but she’s genuine and there’s real work here to be done. She thinks he’s a spy, knows he’s there to shut her down but lets face it, they fall in love instead and eVERYTHING IS AMAZING!!!! 

- Baze and Chirrut are totally the Lone Gunmen holy shit 

- Bodhi is just Bodhi in this au, Jyn’s best friend who she met at uni. He becomes a kind of ally, definitely would believe in everything they ever come across. Maybe he’s a journalist and gets mixed up in the media conspiracies every now and then??? he and Cassian get along and Bodhi TOOOOTALLY ships it! 

- Luke is definitely a part of some kind of ‘Abductees Anonymous’ club LOLOLOL 

- the plot is kinda all about being assigned a case, only it somehow manages to have a connection to her father’s disappearance 

- ALL THE CONSPIRACIES AND SHADY GOVERNMENT, basically Galen was in on the whole alien colonisation plan but opposed it when he realised the gravity of what it meant and tried to #expose them 

- SO THEY GOT THE ALIENS TO TAKE HIM AWAY (lets keep this simple and not pull a chris carter yo) 

- Cassian and Jyn work together to find her father, loads of UST and gazing, mAYBE CASSIAN GETS ADBUCTED O SHIT 

- and it’s an amazing fufilling plot full of aliens and eventually they find her father along with a bunch of other abductees one of whom is possibly a little 8 year old girl called sAManThA O YES I FUCKIN WENT THERE 

- IMAGINE JYN FINDING THIS LITTLE GIRL WHO’S THE SAME AGE SHE WAS WHEN SHE LOST HER FATHER AND ALL SHE WANTS TO DO IS GO HOME AND SHE MANAGES TO REUNITE THIS GIRL WITH HER LONG-LOST BROTHER WHO NEVER EVER GAVE UP ON HER AND OH LOOK I JUST MADE MYSELF CRY 

- anyway 

- and there’s lot of sex because lets face it if there was anything that would have made the x files better, it was 100000% more sex 

- and scene 

- (……….plus sequels where they solve other kooky cases and eventually save the world from alien colonisation) 

isleofconclusions  asked:

In regards to your Starblaster crew headcanons, do you think they played DnD at least once? Also, after a while, Lucretia wasn't the only one keeping journals. Taako and Lup have a shared book on all the shared recipes they learned and liked from each world. Merle has a book on plant observations. Magnus has one filled with dogs. Barry's started out as just scientific observation but then he started doodling pics of Lup in the margins, hearts and all. Lucretia scrapbooks. Capn Port book of wine.

Oh absolutely. Absolutely. They all pick a different class (I like to think Magnus definitely went with the Rogue class because he thinks it’s really cool), and they go on a traditional D&D campaign, with the outrageous names and everything. Merle seduces a guard to get them into the fortress and everyone is suffering. Taako gets himself caught in a trap and Lup won’t help him, so he acts wounded and betrayed and hoards the snacks at their end of the table. I would say either Barry or Davenport would be DM but I’m really leaning towards Barry; one of the final puzzles is incredibly complicated and scientific so Lup is the only one who can solve it. It’s also a trap. Lup is betrayed and pelting Barry with snack-projectiles while Taako is dying of laughter. Magnus and Davenport both go charging into the final battle - Magnus is killed immediately. Davenport vows revenge and is killed immediately after. Lucretia rolls a nat 20 and talks the villain into pursuing a different career path. Barry is distraught, he had so much planned for the final conflict…

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And this with the books?? I love it so much?? I mean the rest would have to keep some kind of record, it doesn’t seem likely that Lucretia would have survived every cycle so the rest would have to fill in the blanks (though she may have written their stories of the previous year once she was back). 

The twins definitely keep recipe books but I think they’d probably each keep their own (and it’s funny that you would bring it up because it’s a detail I worked into the fic I’m working on right now). They go out and find recipes together and work on perfecting them together, so they know most of each other’s recipes. But their tastes are not exactly the same, so the final result is often just a little bit different depending on which book the recipe is in. Plus there are a few recipes that are just theirs, because what cook doesn’t like to have a specialty that only they can make for their family? The margins of both books are filled with notes about where the recipe came from, the person who taught them, the restaurant’s appearance, the people they met there, the experiences they had in that kitchen. The context is an integral part of every dish, a part of cooking that’s always been important to both of them. They could map the path of their lives in the kitchens they’ve learned in together.

I agree about Merle’s plant observations. It looks like a field researcher’s journal, with sketches and pressed flowers and plants from countless worlds. Some are from gardens and have sketches of the people who tended them, some are from meadows with a photograph of the grinning children who showed him the way there. There are sketches of the landscape, the view from outside of the Starblaster’s window, and Lucretia loves those the best because she’s better at people than she is at the scenery; she tries to paint those sketches from Merle’s journal anyway when she has the time. Some sections contain more people than plants; those parts are when Merle went with Lucretia to collect stories.

Magnus’s animal handling skill didn’t come from nothing; his own notes are about the animals he encounters (especially the dogs) and how each of them prefer to be treated. There are sentences scratched out where Magnus discovered that no, even though a particular animal is small and fuzzy, it doesn’t always enjoy being carried around. There are the general notes, but there are also the specific ones; most dogs on one world like to swim but the old dog by the flower shop of the town they landed near doesn’t even like to be rained on. There’s a whole herd of unapproachable wild horses on another world, but one, a little spotted horse, who liked to play and race. Some animals are not comparable to the ones on other worlds, and Magnus keeps very detailed notes about those. The specific notes are treated with the same importance as the general notes. Eventually, after a few pages about large jellyfish, there are pages filled up with scribbles when Magnus let Fisher have a turn with the book; those are Magnus’s favorite pages.

Barry’s notebooks are filled with complicated scientific formulas, occasionally devolving into less coherent formulas and then very vague doodles that might be science as the night grew later. Eventually it’s not just Barry’s handwriting but Lup’s too, scratching things out and correcting things or adding notes to his where he missed something. The entire plan for splitting the light of creation is laid out in those notebooks eventually, but before that are doodles of Lup when she isn’t looking - not the best, artistically, but sometimes with little hearts added later when Lup spotted them. Between the formulas are late-night notes as the two of them got distracted from their research in favor of conversations about the future.

Lucretia only paints one portrait of all of them, but she sketches them all the time and takes pictures when a camera is available. Most of these moments happen while her family isn’t looking, so Lucretia’s scrapbook is the most accurate picture of what life is like among the IPRE. There are game nights, pranks, and private moments. She has pictures of Taako and Lup at work in the kitchen, flowing around each other seamlessly. There are pictures of Lup and Barry practically asleep at the table with notebooks and scraps of paper spread out around them. There’s a picture of Magnus buried under a pile of dogs, and one of Merle looking closely at a flower bud. There’s a picture of Davenport staring out of the window of the Starblaster, looking peaceful for once. There’s a picture of Lup in Taako’s room, clutching his pillow and staring at nothing. There’s a picture of Merle wrapping a bandage around Magnus’s arm. There’s a picture of Taako teaching Barry to swim. And there’s one picture of Lucretia, surrounded by the rest of them after her year alone, added by Merle. 

Davenport has a record of the best wines of every world; it’s a hobby he had before the mission, and it’s one thing he gets to keep after everything goes off the rails. A lot like the recipe books, many of the entries include notes about the places and the people around the different selections; most of the bottles were tasted back home on the Starblaster, though, and so a lot of the stories written between his records are about his crew. There are stories about the big moments and the small moments that are equally important. There is, of course, an abundance of exasperation - Magnus really needs to stop fighting bears, and Davenport would pay good money if they could go a whole year without something exploding, Lup. But more than anything else, the stories are filled with so much love. This is not what Davenport envisioned his crew to be, but nothing about this is what Davenport envisioned it to be. This strange mix of people with their strange ways have become his family, and as it happened they were exactly the people he needed.

destielonfire  asked:

I saw your notes on the outrageous post about the 1% and I couldn't help but be curious about they things your friend experienced...

Hi there! So, yeah, it’s kind of a freakish story, because I went to high school with this girl - we were in the same class, and she was so sweet - the bookwormish and Did you know there’s a wasp called Aha ha and ‘save the whales’ kind of student, you know? And after graduating, she studied maths, and then we sort of lost touch - I heard she was working in London when I was living in the UK, so I reached out and got a very weird email back. We finally met on a train, just randomly, about five years after that, and that’s when she told me what had happened to her.

[Disclaimer: I’m not saying all banks and consulting companies are cults, but if how much money you make depends on how many people you screw over, then maybe it’s normal you attract a crowd of psychopaths and pathological narcissists, and things generally go downhill from there.]

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...and Always

Alright part to of “Forever…” is here! I couldn’t help myself, I’m so sorry. Here goes. 

Words: 1344

Triggers: Character Death

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“Alright here ya go. All the boxes are in the house, now you just have to unpack,” Aaron told me, dropping the keys into my hands. “Good luck.”

“Thanks for everything Aaron!” I called as he got into his car and drove away. I waved and then walked up and unlocked my new front door.

All of the sudden I was picked up bridal style.

“Thomas! What are you doing?” I shrieked as I heard his deep laugh.

“We’re moving into our new home so I have to carry my future wife across the threshold!”

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You and Thomas had met two years after you moved to Spain. You had come back for the summer and had decided to move to Paris in the fall. You wanted to start as a world history major, so all of the traveling was good for you.

You two first meet here in the states, just briefly before you moved. Then you bumped into each other again in Paris.

You became friends, started dating, and then the two of you were engaged to be married in November after you return home.

Everything had gotten easier in your life. There was still some pain in your heart after leaving, but meeting Thomas had eased your heart.

Now the two of you were getting your new start. You were getting married in three months and you had never been happier.

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“Excuse me is anyone here? I have an appointment with a tailor for a wedding dress?” you called into the seemingly empty stores.

“Yes just a minute!” you heard a voice call. Heavy footsteps came running down the stairs.

“Y/N?”

“Hello Hercules,” you said as you turned to him.

“Oh my gosh. You’re back,” he told you. He had a sad look on his face. “How are you?”

“I’m good. I’m great actually. How are you?” you asked him genuinely wanting know.

“I’m good. It’s really great to see you. I just want to say, before you stop me, that I’m really sorry about everything that happened. I know that we really hurt you. I guess I didn’t see it coming until it was too late. And then you were gone. Could you ever forgive me?”

He looked like he was going to cry. You felt like you were. You nodded.

“Of course Herc the Merc.” He laughed at the old nickname and wrapped you in a hug.

“Thank you so much Y/N. It means a lot. I’ve missed you. I know everyone else has too. Would you like to see them?”

You broke from the hug.

“Yeah that sounds… really nice. Can you get away?” you asked. He nodded and whipped out his phone and texted everyone.

“Alright let’s get you ready. Today we are tailoring… a wedding dress?” He exclaimed, fairly shocked. You blushed.

“Uh yes. I am getting married.”

“To whom?”

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“JEFFERSON! YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED TO JEFFERSON?” Alexander shouted. You flinched.

You told your entire story to Hercules as he was taking your measurements. He told you how Alexander and Thomas didn’t get along, so you were expecting this. You had all made up, hugs passed around, tears being shed.

“Yes Alexander I am. I don’t know why this is such a big deal to you,” you stated calmly. You accepted congratulations from John and the sisters.

Alex sat back down with a pout, grumbling a slight sorry.

“Congratulations Y/N. May I share some news as well?” Lafayette asked.

“Thank you Laf. And yes go right ahead,” you told him smiling. You didn’t have any feeling for him anymore, so you were hoping that he had moved on to someone who wasn’t Jo.

“Well since you announced your engagement, I’m going to announce mine. I asked Adrienne to marry me. She said yes,” He told you. Everyone started cheering and a huge grin broke out on your face.

You gave him a big hug.

“Congrats Laf! I’m so happy for you!”

Everyone passed around their congratulations and warm wishes. Alexander was still fuming in the corner, but Eliza got him to sit up at least.

Your heart felt warmer than ever. You had your friends back, even though there was still a bit of tension in the air, and a wonderful man to wake up next to for the rest of your life.

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“I’m glad that you made up with everyone my sweet. Although I did meet that Alexander Hamilton guy. He isn’t my type,” Thomas told you. You laughed and kissed him on his check.

“Well don’t worry about him. Now what did James say about being your best man?” You asked him with a giant grin on your face.

“He said yes.”

You squealed. “Oh that’s so great! Dolley said yes to becoming my maid of honor as well!”

Thomas smiled and pulled you into a giant hug, giving you a warm kiss on the lips.

“I love you so much Thomas.”

“I love you too my angel. Always.”

“Forever and always,” you replied.

You paused.

“Can we invite Hercules and the others to the wedding?”

“…fine.”

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Everything was going nicely. Hercules had tailored you a beautiful wedding dress and everyone decided that they would come to your wedding.

Eliza was forcing Alexander to show up.

When you were finally able to meet Adrienne she was one of the nicest people that you had ever meet. The two of you stayed up for hours talking, and she was also going to be one of your bridesmaids.

“Adrienne I have to confess to you that I was once in love with Laf, before I moved to Spain. I just thought that you should know, just in case this changes something about our friendship,” you told her as the two of you were having lunch together.

“I suspected. I know that Lafayette was once in love with you too. But I know that neither of you have feelings for the other anymore. I can see the way that you look at Thomas, like he’s the only one in the room. He looks at you the same way,” she told you, giving you one of her best smiles.

“Yeah. I can see that in the way that Lafayette looks at you.”

The two of you smiled, and continued chatting. After a while you left to go meet the boys in the park. You threw away all of your trash and walked out of the small coffee shop.

You started to cross the street, lost in your thoughts about everything that had just happened and will be happening.

You heard Adrienne scream.

“Y/N LOOK OUT!”

Then darkness.
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“Today we are here to honor the memory of Miss Y/N who was killed three days ago in a hit and run. We have two men here who would like to say something in her memory. Mr. Jefferson would you like to start?”

The entire audience was silent except for the soft sounds of crying. Thomas wiped his tears away and walked up to the podium.

“Y/N was the love of my life. I loved her more than anything in the entire world. We went through a lot of problems together, and I will never forget her, never move on. She was one of the nicest people and sacrificed a lot for others. But she was also one of the strongest. She went through a lot of stuff but she fought through it. She was my rock and I’m always going to love her. Always.”

“Mr. Lafayette?”

Tears were falling even faster now.

“Y/N was my best friend. I hate to say that there was a time that we stopped being best friends, because I ended up pushing her to the side. I regret everything about that year, and I wish that I could go back and make it all better. Because if I didn’t push her away that year, maybe she wouldn’t have left and we wouldn’t be sitting here today. Y/N you will always be my best friend. Always.”

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“Yeah, forever and always.”

Couldn't Have Done it Better Myself

Lin x Reader
Word Count: 1854
Summary: Petulant Lin is a little bit upset/jealous that your (5 year old) son asks you for help writing his first play

“Daddy will be so excited,” your son said grinning, holding his small face in his hands as the two of you sat on your living room floor.

“He will be so happy,” you agreed, giggling. You picked you your pen and continued to write every word your little boy said; he had told you yesterday that he wants to write a play, just like his father does. However, he can’t really write all of his letters yet, so he needed you to do that part for him.

“And then they have to fall in love,” your son stated, looking up at you expectantly, “Just like you and daddy did.”

You nodded your head in understanding, “Of course,” you smiled, “What should they say to each other?”

“Um,” he thought, scrunching his face up, “Maybe they say… I love you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

You chuckled and nodded your head, “Alright,” you said, writing it down as the door swung open.

“Daddy’s home!” Your son cried excitedly as Lin walked in, beaming.

“Hi,” he grinned, putting his bag down and walking over to the two of you. Your son climbed over the paper you two were working on, obstructing his father’s view of it. Lin kissed your cheek gently before reaching out his arms for his boy, like he usually did. Except instead of his son running into his arms and hugging him tightly, he instead kept his little body covering the play he was currently working on.

“Dad!” Your son yelled, “You have to go! You can’t see this, dad!” He exclaimed, trying his best to conceal his little gift.

Lin pouted, letting his arms flop to his sides, “Where’s my hug?” He asked, petulantly.

Your son sighed heavily, making you smirk, “Do you want to give him a hug?” You asked gently, “I’ll cover the paper if you do.”

“Okay,” your son said, lifting himself off of the papers, waiting until you picked them up and held them to your chest before throwing himself into his father’s arms.

“That’s better,” Lin chuckled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your son’s shoulder, “I missed you,” he said, kissing him on his cheek.

“I missed you too, dad,” your little boy grinned, “I have a present for you,” he grinned, unable to control his excitement.

“You do?” Lin asked, acting shocked, “Can I see it?”

Your son shook his head, “No,” he laughed, “It’s not done yet! Momma’s helping me do it.”

“Oh,” Lin replied, not letting the little boy out of his hug quite yet, “When will it be done?”

“Tomorrow,” your boy answered, playing with his fathers hair before using his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss.

Lin chuckled, letting his son down, “Fine,” he sighed, “I guess I’ll let you two finish… Even though I haven’t seen you guys all day today… And I missed you… I guess I’ll just leave…” He sulked, slowly standing and making his way up the stairs.

“I love you!” You called before he was too far away to hear you.

“And I love you, too!” Your son called, prying the papers out of your grasp. “Good,” he continued once he heard the bedroom door close, “He’s gone.”

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The next day, you and your son continued writing his play, much to Lin’s displeasure.

“He is just going to love it, isn’t he, mom?” The little boy asked giddily as you began cracking eggs into a bowl. He loved to eat scrambled eggs.

“He really is,” you answered, beaming, “He’s going to be so proud of you.”

Your son nodded his head in agreement, “I’m just like him, hey?” He asked proudly, just as Lin began walking down the stairs.

He peeked his head around the corner before entering, “Am I allowed to come in, yet?” He asked dubiously.

You chuckled as you nodded your head, “You can,” you answered, pouring the mixture into a pan, “I’m making lunch, do you want some?”

Lin nodded his head as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely. “Of course I do,” he answered, “Is my surprise done, yet?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

Shaking your head, you pressed a kiss of your own onto his cheek, “Not yet,” you replied. Lin had been begging you all night to tell him what the surprise was; not knowing was driving him a little bit crazy. Consequently, you too, have been going a little bit crazy.

He sighed, running his hands up and down your sides as he turned around to look at his son, “Do you want to tell me?” He asked, smiling down at his son, hopefully.

Your son shook his head smiling, “Daddy,” he sighed, “You have to wait!” He said. Laughing, he climbed up onto the counter so he could be eye-level with his father. “You have to be patient,” he said, holding his fathers face in his little hands, “That’s what you always say to me!”

Lin nodded his head, pouting, “Okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around his little boy’s waist, holding him close to his chest, “I’ll be patient…”

“Good boy,” your son said, wrapping his arms around Lin’s neck, pulling his fathers face into his shoulder.

You chuckled as you shook your head… Those boys.

As the three of you ate your lunch around the table, you were all talking about little things, when Lin brought up some new ideas for a new story he was working on creating.

“A musical?” You asked, taking a sip of your orange juice.

Lin nodded his head, “I was talking it through with Chris, I think he likes the idea,” he explained, smiling.

“Hey,” your son piped up, “I’m writing a play, too!” As soon as the words left his mouth, his jaw dropped and his little eyes grew twice their usual size.

You bit your lip as Lin’s face was overtaken by a giant smile, “So it’s a play, huh?” He asked his son, smirking.

You little boy slunk against his chair, defeated, “Oh no,” he said quietly, looking up at you in distress, “I let it slip!”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair, soothingly, “It’s okay,” you cooed, “He doesn’t even know what it’s about, it’s alright,” you said, leaning down to kiss his little forehead.

Your son sighed as your husband smirked, “But I know it’s a play! He exclaimed, “And I can’t wait to read it!”

“Mommy has to go out with her friends, for shopping, so it has to be done tomorrow  instead,” your son explained to his father with a sigh.

Lin nodded his head, the smile refusing to leave his face. “That sounds good to me, Angel.”

***

That night, after your son was all bathed and in bed, Lin hopped into your bed, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist. “A play?” Was all he said, letting his cheek rest on yours.

You flipped onto your back from your side and Lin laid his head on your shoulder; “A play,” you confirmed, “He wanted to be just like you, but he had trouble deciphering B’s from D’s, so he asked me to help him.”

Lin held you against him closely, sighing. “Why wouldn’t he ask me to help him?” He questioned, “I mean, no offence, but I do have more Tony Awards than you do.”

You rolled your eyes, turning so you were facing him, “You don’t need any awards to tell the difference between a B and a D,” you said with your eyebrows raised, “He just wanted to give you a surprise,” you continued, “He’s really excited about it.”

“I am, too,” you husband sighed, “I wish I could help him write it, is all,” he explained, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

You sighed, running your fingers through his hair, “It’s a gift for you,” you said, “You can’t help write it, otherwise it couldn’t be a gift.”

Lin groaned, “I’ve written two successful broadway musicals,” he stated, “I think I could’ve helped my five year old son write his first play.”

“Lin,” you sighed, “Stop it. You should just be happy that he’s writing any plays at all.”

“I know,” he groaned, “Can you at least tell me what it’s about?” He asked, moving his head from your shoulder to your chest.

“No,” you exclaimed, “It’s a surprise! You’ll see it tomorrow, Lin, stop asking about it,” you chuckled, playing with his hair, making him sink against you.

“Fine,” he sighed, “I can’t wait to read it.”

“And he can’t wait to share it with you,” you said grinning.

***

The next morning, Lin was awake before you and cooking breakfast downstairs. You knew, because you could smell bacon from your bed, and every time your son makes you breakfast, it’s cereal. Cereal that you have to pour the milk into because he’s not quite strong or coordinated enough for that, yet.

Smiling, you slipped on your dressing gown and went downstairs, where both of your favourite men were; Lin was by the stove, flipping pancakes and your son was on the island, watching your husband as he cooked.

“Momma’s awake!” You son exclaimed, excitedly running up into his room before you could even get a proper greeting.

You laughed and gave Lin a hug as he kissed your cheek, “Good morning,” you said, grinning.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he replied, wrapping the arm not currently being used for flipping pancakes around your waist. “He wouldn’t give me my gift until you were awake,” he explained as your son ran quickly back into the kitchen, your little collection of papers held together with a paperclip.

Excitedly, Lin handed you the spatula and took the play out of his sons hands, beaming, “I can’t wait to read it,” he said through his smile.

Your son stood with his hands clasped with anxiety at his father reading his work; it was the cutest thing you have ever seen. Your husband sat on the ground, so he was level with the little boy as he read the pages. He chuckled and gasped and did all of the appropriate reactions that was sure to make your son fly with happiness.

Finally, when he was done reading, he hugged his son as closely as he could, making the small boy giggle with pure joy, “Did you like it, daddy?” He asked hopefully, looking up at his father eagerly.

Lin laughed as he nodded his head, “I love it!” He exclaimed, “I especially loved the use of pirates, that was a good touch,” he added. “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” your son grinned, suddenly bashful, “Mommy helped me do the writing,” he shrugged, “She’s good at all of her letters, you know.”

“Well, you have a very smart mommy,” Lin grinned as he stood up, lifting his son up into his arms before letting him sit back in spot on the island.

You handed Lin his spatula back before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “Isn’t it wonderful?” You asked, biting your lip.

He nodded his head, “Couldn’t have done it better myself.”

anonymous asked:

What is Damian's and Jason's relationship like?

Well…

They don’t really have that much on-screen interaction. 

Thing is, back in the preboot days, they didn’t overlap much– by the time Damian was around consistently, Jason was the crazy dude shooting up the city. As usual, we’re gonna skip right over Battle for the Cowl where Jason literally shot Damian in the chest and start with old B&R.

Damian wasn’t a fan.

So yeah, that’s not great. Thankfully the n52 is a bit of a different story. 

They still don’t have that many interactions, but the ones we get are pretty nice. There’s War of the Robins, where Damian decided to attack all the other kids to prove he was better than them (10/10 please buy):

Which, if nothing else, proves they both know how to land an emotional punch. Sibling 101, you know. Anyway–

That brings us back to my favorite issue of RHATO (#17). This scene took place directly after Death of the Family.

Of course Damian died about a week after the issue was published, but I like to think this scene is a different kind of foreshadowing. It’s “hey we’re similar” and “please let me help you.” Sounds like the beginning of a beautiful relationship to me, you know? Especially now that they have the whole zombie thing in common. And speaking of

That’s about as much as I can give you, canon-wise. Basically, the relationship hasn’t been developed very much, but I think it has a lot of potential. As you might know, this is one of my favorite team-ups (angst, angst, angstfluff, fluff, fluff, fluff).

If they had a lot in common before, they’re really rockin it now.

Muke! Clingy Pt.2

Part 1

Words: 1.8K

Warning: Smut

Requested: YES SO MANY.

Summary: After what happened last time…Luke has been ignoring Michael….dun dun dun Also most of this was written by @madaboutmichael who you should follow because she’s amazing!!

*Michaels POV*

It had been a week. A week since Luke told me. I still didn’t know how I felt. It wasn’t something that I had eve thought about. Sure the fans ship us and we’d had interview where we’d been asked about it but I just wasn’t sure. I had thought about it, over this week that is. Luke went from clingy to completely avoiding me and it was pissing me off.

Me and Ashton were sitting by the pool in the hotel as we had it to ourselves. Luke went out with his girlfriend, yes after what happened Luke was still with her and I don’t know why since he said he loved me. Maybe I’m a bit jealous but you would be to if the person you loved admitted there feelings and then went back to there plan B. Wait. Do I love Luke? No, I’m not gay I’m defiantly into girls..but that night with Luke..No. I sighed running my hands through my hair. Why was this so difficult.

“Whats difficult?” Ashton said whilst squirting sun cream into his hand. I didn’t realise I had said that out loud. I thought of telling Ashton my problems because he’s always been like a older brother, a agony aunt, but decided against it.

“Nothing” I mumbled taking off my t-shirt.

“Is it Luke?” He asked, I shot my head up looking at him questionably.

“W-what, what about Luke?”

“The fact he’s completely in love with you and you’re confused”

“How did you know?”

“He tells me everything”

“Oh” I sighed looking into the pool.

“So, do you love him?”

“I don’t know what love is”

“Well, Love is when you can’t get the other person out of your head, when you love everything about them all there insecurities and imperfections. When you’re completely draw to them and being without them hurts, now I’m not a genius but I know Luke feels that way and this week has been hard for him” Ashton stood up making his way inside the hotel, just as Luke walked out. He was wearing his blue swim shorts with black flowers on. He look so pretty. He was hiding away his tummy as he got into the pool slowly. He was such a beautiful human. I walked over to the other edge of the pool sliding in. Luke was doing laps and so he passed me.

“Luke” I whispered as he got close to me

“Yes Mikey” he said turing around from swimming away

“Why have you been avoiding me?” I asked, he swam closer to me and wiped his wet hair back away from his face.

“I thought that would be what you wanted”

“Why would I want my best friend to avoid me?” He sighed and looked at me with glossy eyes

“Because thats all I’ll ever be to you” he spoke softly whilst playing with his hands underwater. I leant against the edge of the pool just admiring him. His blonde hair flat against his forehead. His blue eyes looking into the pool which made his eyes more vibrant blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road. His eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore, see the foam flying into the air. His eyes were blue like the sky right before the sun disappears- dark rich indigo, with specks of wild colours here and there. His eyes were blue like that warm wool sweater that you put on when the air gets that chill- comfortable, warm, familiar. His eyes were that kind of blue. The blue that I was in fact in love with.

“You’re so much more to me Luke”

“W-what?” he stuttered biting his lip and looking at me whilst his lip quivered

“I’m in love with you Luke, I didn't realise at first but Ashton described love and I couldn't help but think of you”

“R-really?” he said letting go of his lip and letting a tear run down his cheek

“Yeah” I smiled, my heart fluttered and he returned the smile and swam up to me placing his hands on my shoulders kissing me. This kiss was different to last this was filled with so much more passion as the fact we both admitted our feelings.

The kiss started to get heated making my member below start to tingle causing me to twitch under Luke’s touch. He must have noticed my sudden movement because he smirked into the kiss as his tongue found mine and glided against it earning a moan from me.

This past while when Luke has been ignoring me, I labelled him as shy and timid when it came to expressing how he felt about us. I think I’ve changed my mind right now. In this moment Luke was dominant and needy. His hand slowly found it way into the waist band of my shorts. Wrapping his long, thin fingers around my throbbing cock. He was teasing me and I loved it. I need him. Not like any other times me have had oral and anal sex. I need him to make love to me, both of us showing each other how much we mean this.

Detaching my lips from luke who whined at the lose of contact however he was now pumping my hard cock quickly in my shorts trying to pull them down. As much as I would love him to fuck me right now in the pool we can’t just public display when Ashton was lurking about.

It was my time to tease “Not here princess” Luke blushed at the pet name I had given him knowing that’s that turns him on. Luke removed his hand from my shorts, then licking my pre cum off his fingers before shoving it into my mouth forcing me to taste myself. It oddly tasted so good which only made me even more horny.

It wasn’t long before we made our way through the house struggling to keep our hands to ourselves. Making it the first bedroom we passed. Locking the door behind us knowing Ashton could walk in at any moment.

I was then pushed onto the bed, landing on my back with Luke straddling my hips, slightly grinding on my now visible erect cock. “Right there baby” I moaned groggily, feeling my breathing hitch loving how Luke makes me feel.

Skipping the foreplay. Our sexual desire too strong for delay. Luke and I was always stimulated enough to jump right in.

Flipping me over on the bed Luke spread my ass cheeks so that he had a clear view of my ball sacks. He grabbed them and started rolling them with the palm of his hands as I reached to pump on my cock.

“NO! Mikey baby, tonight I’m making you feel good, just lay relax and enjoy the pleasure as I insert my huge cock into your ass, sending waves of orgasms though your long beautiful body” I rolled my eyes in pleasure loving the sound of Luke trying to seduce me with his dirty talk.

Before I could react he shoved his large member into my back end. My body jolted and tightened. My eyes squeezed shut as my ass adjusted to his length. Luke was pacing himself gently riding into me, his balls slapping against my skin. I winced in slight pain, Luke slowly stopped pumping into me.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” His once dark eyes were full of lust were not soft and back to their normal crystal blue dazzle. I sucked in a breath. Nodding my head slightly

"I’m adjusting to your length bab-I mean luke, it’s been a while since we last you know” I trailed off feeling embarrassed, I could feel a slight blush creeping on my pale cheeks.

“Call me babe, don’t be embarrassed kitten, I’ll go slower just tell me when it feels good yeah?” Again I nodded softly as Luke inserted his length back into my ass as he slightly creased my ass cheeks in the process. I looked at Luke through my eyelashes watching him put his middle finger and index finger in his mouth as he sucked them to make them moist, then rubbing them over my whole before he penetrated my ass again.

The pain was now lessening with each thrust and I was move over powered with waves of pleasure. “L-lu-kkee right there. Yes fuck me in the ass like that” a sensation flushing over my whole body as he slapped my ass again this time with force. I was sure he was going to leave his handprint. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as I reached my high. “Babe I’m going to cum” my stomach knotted as I reached my climax orgasming over Luke’s stiff cock. I couldn’t control my moans of pleasure, Luke sucked his thumb before he put it into my mouth to stop me from moaning too loud Incase Ashton heard us but even his thumb couldn’t stop the moans from escaping

“Shhh baby, we’ve got to be quiet”

I was a moaning mess, laying limb under Luke as I finished cumming multiple times, he also release all his juices into me.

I didn’t want to be the one receiving all the pleasure and wanted to somewhat return the favour. Luke pulled out of me and started tugging on his own cock. I nodded my head and bit my lip getting down in front of him gently stroking his long, hard erect penis before I took as much of him as I could in my mouth, bobbing my head forward and back, moaning as I tasted the left over cum from his last orgasm.

Luke’s legs started to give in as he was reaching his high, I was starting to take him all in my mouth, gagging but composting myself adding pressure to his penis as I sucked and swirled my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck Michael, you take me so good” he grabbed the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair gaining control of my movement, back and forward. Back and forward.

I felt his penis throbbing in my mouth, preparing myself to swallow his load.

“IM GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH FUCK!” He screeched. I didn’t remove his member from my mouth wanting to swallow his juices. He released inside my mouth. I removed his cock from my mouth and slowly pumped out his high.

After we were finished, we lay on the bed naked tangled in each other’s arms whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. We heard a knock on the door and a twist on the doorknob.

“Hey guys, I went out for an hour with Calum,  I’m going to head to bed, it’s been a long day” he shouted through the door

Wait Ashton wasn’t here this whole time. Did he know what happened between us? I’m thankful he left for a while because tonight was the best night of my life.

“Now Princess, i’m going to make you feel good ok”

“O-ok” Luke stutterd. I kissed his lips and down his smooth pale body. 


anonymous asked:

Happy headcanon for TJ? (I'm on mobile, so I can't do the symbol)

I love TJ to pieces and I’m so happy you sent me this, anon! <3
Happy ficlet, TJ Hammond:


The new apartment is smaller than his previous one, older… but in a good way. Homey. Like each wall and corner has a story to tell. It’s got narrow stairwells and just two rooms and the windows are wide enough to give his security personnel a permanent headache, but TJ loves it.

Definitely an improvement from the aseptic, cold, bad memory-ridden place he used to live at. A shiver runs down his spine; he doesn’t want to think about that now. Not here, with the floors smiling at him and the sun sneaking in through the window to become friends with his cheek. Shaking off those gloomy thoughts he turns one last time, decides the walls welcome him here, and goes to tell the men that they can start bringing his things upstairs.

xxx

The people here are welcoming, too.

There’s a lovely old lady living 2 floors below that every other day bakes cookies for her grandchildren. The smell climbs up the stairs and fills TJ’s apartment, makes him crave sweet things. Makes him hungry even, so he starts to keep a stash of candy and assorted sweets on the kitchen counter, easily accessible.

Then TJ helps her carry her groceries upstairs one day, and that’s all it takes to unlock the endless supply of freshly baked cookies option.

The guy living across the hall plays the guitar. TJ hasn’t seen him yet, but he knows he’s getting cookies too, so he must be a nice enough person. He plays rock classics and love songs and has a beautiful voice, and TJ often finds himself singing along.

xxx

He wasn’t planning on getting a cat.

If he had actually stopped to think about it he probably would’ve concluded that he’s not ready to take care of another living thing, not when he’s still trying to remember to eat and struggling to stay healthy.

But it keeps showing up on his fire escape, looking at him through sad, hungry eyes, and TJ isn’t heartless.

He’s been feeding it for 4 days when the little furrball dares to step inside, seeking shelter from the rain. A week after that it—he—stops leaving altogether. TJ bathes him and takes him to the vet and then asks his sponsor if he wants to keep him. Because he’s not ready to own a cat. He’s not.

Only Mike apparently thinks he is, tells him it’s probably a good thing, that it might even help with his recovery. And TJ isn’t sure how much of it is simply him not being a cat person, but he looks up at the kitten, rubbing himself against a piano leg, and decides that maybe it isn’t such a bad idea.

It’s grey, save for a small white patch on its nose, and likes to nap on his lap when he plays. TJ names him Schubert.

xxx

He knows his family isn’t thrilled about the new place. Or maybe it’s not so much the new place, but the fact that he now lives 6 hours away. But then Douglas comes to visit, and TJ can just see it in his face: the surprise, the relief. Maybe a hint of pride, even.

TJ can’t blame him for being skeptical, doesn’t. Doug’s been judging from past experience, plenty of it at that, but he finds food in his fridge, finds him healthy and happy amidst piano notes and friendly neighbors, taking care of a kitten and various plants and enjoying his work at the youth center, and smiles.

And it makes TJ smile, too. Proud of himself. Which is a new and exhilarating feeling and it leaves TJ breathless, in a good way. Wonder, bubbling in his chest. He really does love it here.

xxx

His name is Colin.

TJ finally runs into him after 3 weeks of living there. He offers him his hand to shake and greets him with an “Ah! The pianist!” and a wide smile. Honest, warm. Like sunshine, TJ thinks.

He starts getting song requests after that, yelled from across the hall in a happy, undemanding tone, whenever Colin hears him play. TJ is more than eager to comply, laughs and blushes every single time at all the cheering and clapping that follows, and then starts asking him for songs in return.

He puts Star Wars on one night. Colin hears the music and comes over and they end up sprawled on the couch reciting their favorite lines. They do the same with The Lord of The Rings after that. And then with Harry Potter. And then with Marvel.

When TJ has to leave for a weekend to go to one of his mother’s events, Colin offers to look after Schubert.

When he comes back, tired after two days of fake smiles and expensive clothing and maintaining appearances, Colin puts on a movie and orders pizza without even having to ask if that’s what TJ needs, just knowing.

TJ tells him about his family, then. About his life and past mistakes, because he can’t help feeling a bit more self-destructive than usual after these things, and he still hasn’t figured out if Colin knows, if he cares. Hasn’t figured out what it is that he wants from him.

“You’re TJ,” Colin says. “You’re my neighbor. You play the piano like someone out of a movie and have an adorable cat and the most striking pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. You love reading and sweets, and listen to my rambling when I get excited. You have a beautiful voice, when you sing. You should sing more.”

And that’s all he says.

He smiles at him and tells him good night and pets Schubert before leaving. TJ is still struggling to keep his heartbeat under control.

And then he realizes that maybe, maybe, he doesn’t have to.

He rushes out of the door so fast that Colin has barely had time to open his. Staring at him with worry in his eyes, he asks: “Everything alright?”

TJ nods. Yes, he thinks so. Yes.

“Do you… It’s ok if you don’t, but—Do you wanna go out for coffee? Sometime?”

Colin blinks at him once, twice. And just as TJ’s hands are starting to feel cold, he beams at him.

“Like a date?” he asks.

TJ smiles too, can’t help it. Doesn’t want to. “Yes.”

“Yeah,” Colin says. “Yes, I’d like that.”


Send me a symbol and a ship and I’ll write you a headcanon ficlet.

ps: I’m going to be at my family’s place for a couple weeks starting tomorrow, so all other prompts will have to wait (I will get to them, though!), but you’re still welcome to send me more <3

a long, lonely while, pt 1

so this is gonna be a quasi-series? more like i’m splitting a one-shot into bits, but WHATEVER. semantics.

ilu theappleppielifestyle, this is for u

Jim knows Tony’s got a…touch thing.

He tries to keep it quiet, but it’s not a exactly quiet thing. Not when it’s something he aches for the way Tony does.

He’s known Tony long enough that Tony doesn’t try to keep it from him anymore, at least not on purpose. He’s been hiding it for so long though, sometimes he can’t help it.

Jim knows why, too.

A little over a year after they’d met, Tony had brought him back to New York and Jim had met the Starks.

Howard Stark had been distant, distracted—drunk off his ass. Maria Stark was melancholy in a way Jim wouldn’t recognize until he was older. She’d been affectionate with Tony, but only when his father wasn’t around. It had been pretty clear even to his eighteen-year-old self that Howard, for whatever reason, wouldn’t allow it. It didn’t make sense to him.

His own mama was the exact opposite, cupping his face and kissing his cheeks even in front of his superiors in the Air Force, embarrassing the everliving daylights out of him, so it had been a shock meeting Tony’s family. He’d always thought being wealthy would fix everything, but after seeing the Starks and the way they’d sat stiffly around the enormous dining room table in that big mansion hardly talking, he’d turned around on that idea in a hurry.

What it had done was make sense of the way Tony tended to crawl all over him, worming up against his side and tucking himself up under Jim’s arm when he got drunk and crashed into Jim’s dorm room.

After that weekend though, they’d gone back to school and Jim had been more determined than ever to be there for the brilliant, wacky kid who was the first peer he’d ever had. He deserved to have someone love on him the way Jim’s mom loved on him.

He did the best he could, but Jim takes after his dad who’s more like Tony’s mom. Not great at giving the kind of touches he thinks Tony really needs. But he’s great at letting Tony touch. Any time he moves in, Jim’s arms open automatically. He gets used to the weight of Tony’s head on his shoulder and the warmth of Tony’s body up his ribs. Someday he hopes there’ll be somebody who can do what he can’t, who will reach for Tony first.

In the meantime, he smiles when the door slides open as he heads in from the landing pad on the roof of Stark Tower and finds Tony racing toward him.

“Sugar Bear!” Tony yells and Jim laughs as Tony plows straight into him, arms coming up and wrapping tight around Jim’s back.

“Hey, Tones,” he says, gripping him back just as tight. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Of course it is,” Tony says loftily. “It’s always good to see me. Eyes don’t get it any easier than me.”

Jim snorts. “We both know I’m the pretty one.”

“Ha!” Tony says and leans back, hands slipping to curl around Jim’s shoulders. He copies the movement and they stand there for a minute like a couple of idiots just grinning at each other.

“So how’s it going,” Jim asks finally. “What’s it like having all the supers in your back pocket?”

“There is only one super, thank you very much,” Tony says. “Thor doesn’t count, he’s normal for his species.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to make yourself feel better?”

“I am easily the coolest person on this team, I don’t have to tell myself anything to make me feel better. Don’t shove your issues off on me. I asked you if you wanted to be an Avenger.”

“I’m too busy being awesome,” Jim replies. Tony still hasn’t shaken him off, or made any effort to feign disinterest in having Jim all over him. Normally it’d be an uphill battle to give Tony what he so desperately wants. He frowns and squeezes Tony’s shoulders. “Hey, is everything okay?”

He gets more nervous when Tony doesn’t look up, his greasy hair flopping over his forehead and hiding his eyes.

“Tony?”

“Ah…” He hears Tony swallow, and rubs his shoulder almost without thinking, encouraging him to say whatever it is. Tony finally looks up, just for a second, and Jim’s heart drops when he sees the wet sheen of his eyes. His voice is rough when he says, “Pepper.”

Jim’s hands squeeze a little tighter. “Shit. Shit. Tony— Jesus, Tony, I’m sorry. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

Before Tony can answer, he hauls him in for a hug, gets his arms around Tony’s shoulders and holds him tight, hand cupping the back of Tony’s head. Tony clutches at his sides, breaths a little uneven. “I dunno,” he says. “I dunno, Rhodey—”

“It’s okay,” Jim assures him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to. When?”

Tony sucks in a shaking breath. “Last Thursday,” he says and his voice breaks.

“Jesus, you should have told me, man, I would have come.”

The laugh that bursts from Tony’s mouth is a little hysterical. “Too early as usual.”

Jim ignores the joke. “She…” He hesitates, not wanting to phrase this wrong and make things worse.

“We agreed to end it,” Tony mumbles into his shoulder. “She doesn’t wanna do the saving the world thing and I moved five superheroes into the Tower. It wasn’t fair to her. I wanted to, for her, but I can't— I couldn't—”

Tony’s voice chokes off into silence, his hot, ragged breaths seeping through Jim’s shirt. Jesus, they called it quits. No wonder Tony’s…

Getting closer to Tony is impossible, but it doesn’t stop Jim from trying. “I’m sorry,” he breathes into the side of Tony’s head. “God, Tony, I’m so sorry. I really thought—”

Tony laughs that slightly hysterical laugh again and blurts, “Yeah, me too,” and then he’s coming apart under Jim’s hands, shaking with sobs.

Jim tries to make contact wherever he can. If they’ve been on the outs since Thursday it’s probably been over a week since anybody with blood and a beating heart touched Tony. No wonder he hadn’t pulled away. Broken up with Pepper, Jesus.

“I’m sorry, Tones,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

title: seven kisses
word count: 4,376
summary: they have seven different kisses.
for @nozoya, a very belated birthday gift ♥

even before it was official, heiwajima shizuo and orihara izaya were official.

i. forehead: friendship

“izaya?”

six year old heiwajima shizuo had seen something on a drama his parents were watching one night when he came down for a glass of milk and he wanted to try it. but it was embarrassing to ask and he didn’t even know how, so he kept fidgeting and spent minutes building up courage to call out his friend’s name when he’d done so hundreds of time already. when he heard ‘yeah, shizu-chan?’, he opened his mouth, only effectively taking a gasp but not speaking.

izaya tilted his head and stared.

“…pretending to be a fish?”

“n-n-no… um…”

shizuo fidgeted and izaya watched him tag gently at his cow’s ears.

“i… um…”

izaya held out his pudding. “shizu-chan want it?”

a nod.

izaya nodded too. he peeled back the top and spooned out a bite, held it out for shizuo. he leaned forward to eat it, lick his lips afterward and izaya stared at the small spot that shizuo had missed. he leaned forward and used a tissue to wipe it off. six years old and acting like a parent, but izaya didn’t mind. he liked it.

feeding shizuo had become one of izaya’s favorite pastimes.

“i… i watched a drama. with my parents.”

“shizu-chan’s parents let you stay up that late?”

“oh… they didn’t know… i was watching from the kitchen…”

“oh, okay.” izaya looked back down and spooned another bite of pudding, held it out and watched as shizuo’s lips left the plastic utensil clean. “then?”

“um… we’re… friends.”

“uh huh.”

“and um… on the d-drama… to show they were friends they… they kissed… each other on the um… forehead…”

“uh huh.”

nodding, izaya sat up on his knees. he leaned forward and kissed shizuo shortly but firmly, lips pressed to his forehead. after sitting back down, he offered shizuo a bit more pudding, tilted his head because he never thought he’d see the day where shizuo was too preoccupied to eat pudding. he had stared at him while gaping for a moment before making a squeak and used his hands to cover his red face.

izaya tilted his head again in confusion.

“shizu-chan? you don’t want your pudding anymore?”

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AN: In case anyone missed it, I’ve laid out an ultimatum saying, basically, that I’m closing my ask box to prompts again, and that you’ve all got until 9PM tomorrow (GMT) to get your last prompts in for a while. Also, I put up a 1K giveaway yesterday, which is right here, in case anyone missed it.

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