i saw this earlier and died

Promise*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Reader, being reckless gets hurt on a mission. Days later, when she gives her final report to her boyfriend Steve, it provokes an argument between them.
Word Count: 3.5k
Genre: general fiction containing explicit sexual content.
Warnings: argument, mild swearing, mentions of death. NSFW/SMUT: makeup sex, praise kink, soft dirty talking, nipple play, oral sex (female receiving), slow fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and semi-protected sex. - This fic assumes Reader is on the pill. [Cover your stone before you bone!]
Author’s Note: especially written for @always-an-evans-addict‘s writing challenge. I hope you like this one, sweetie.

   New Avengers Facility

“Steve, you read my report and Wanda told you what happened. That’s it. Can’t we just move on?”

“That’s it? That’s it?!”

Behind the closed door of your boyfriend’s office, you uncomfortably explained yourself, keeping in mind that people around you could probably sense the walls vibrating under the force of your voices.

You’d never thought that blowing out the last Hydra base found in Argentina would provoke such a drama within the team, or between you and the super soldier. Usually, you and Steve argued about the group’s mistake, not yours. When the incident happened in South America, you realized that if Wanda hadn’t been there, you probably wouldn’t be alive today.

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 1)

Characters: Dean, sister!reader, Mary, Sam, John

Warnings: mention of death, angst, swearing

Word count: 4139

Summary: Dean listens to the first tape that you left after you died. He learns about the rules he has to follow with them, and who the first cause of your decision was.

A/N: italics are flashbacks to the events before your death

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Dean woke up around 5am on Monday morning. It had been three months since you, his 18 year old sister, had decided to take your own life. Him and Sam never got a note, you were just gone and that was all they knew. They were too late to save you and that bothered him. Every morning since that day he woke up at 5am. He realised there was no going back to sleep so he climbed out of bed and headed to the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to be greeted with a small box in front of his feet. Dean looked left and right and noticed Sam wasn’t around to have just placed the box there. He sighed, picked it up, shut his door and walked back to his bed.

As he opened up the box he was confused as he noticed that all was inside were tapes. Why would someone give him a box of tapes? Dean rummaged through the box on his shelf and found his old tape player that John had given him when he was a kid and wanted to listen to AC/DC. He put the first mysterious tape inside the player and pressed play.

“Hello,” the familiar voice that he hadn’t heard for three months spoke which almost hurt his ears to know that he could hear in tape form. He must have been mistaken… It couldn’t be!

“My name is Y/N Winchester,” your tape continued. “I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended… And if you’re listening to this tape,” The tape paused for a moment and Dean waited in suspense. “You’re one of the reasons why.”

He pulled the headphones off his head and sat there for a moment. He couldn’t believe the voice or words he was hearing. How could this be real? How could he really be hearing it? Having to listen to the voice of his deceased sister was hard for him, but the only way to find out more was listening to the tapes… So he continued. It wasn’t a fast decision, he took a breath and thought about just throwing them away. But then he would never know the reason why. This was like your suicide note, only in the form of 13 tapes.

His shaky hands picked up the headphones and placed them carefully on his head. He pressed play on the tape player and continued to listen. “As there are to every story, there are 13 different sides to this. I’m going to tell you all of them. Each tape is based on one of the people that are the reason my life ended. So, once you’ve listened to all the tapes you need to pass these on to the next person. If you don’t, well, just know that someone is always watching every single one of you and will make sure that all the tapes are listened to by every person. Now that you understand.. Let me begin with my first tape.”

Dean closed his eyes and followed the story you were telling. “First up, we have the thing that started it all… It was a normal day for you maybe, but not me at all. I didn’t know about hunting or any of that, not until you told me. I went to find you after mom had said she saw you earlier that day, I thought maybe it would be a chance for me to meet my father for the first time. Incase you hadn’t figured it out by now, we have our first person of the story. Welcome to your tape, John.”

Dean realised that John could have been the one these tapes outside of Dean’s room. He almost forgot that both of his parents now lived in the bunker with him and Sam. John must have listened to the tapes before him. Or maybe it was Mary? Since you died they both acted weirdly around both the boys, but then again, Mary acted strangely around you anyway so maybe she had something to do with all of this. He didn’t have time to think as the tape continued to play and tell Dean the story of what happened to you.

* * *

You were a nervous wreck ever since you joined your father and his two sons. Your mom insisted on you moving in with John so that you could bond and get to know your father after all those years of wishing you knew him. You knew it wouldn’t be easy meeting him when the day came, but you never expected it to be that hard.

He told you all about hunting and all his excuses of why he left you and your mother. They were stupid and you hated listening to him explaining, you needed someone to take your anger out on and that person was John. You needed to scream and shout at him every now and then for small things just so you could release some of the pain that he made you feel for most of your life.

But that shit didn’t fly with John, you either did as he said or you were gone. “It’s my way or the highway,” you recalled him saying to you a few times after your arguments. Sam and Dean didn’t live with John really, it was more like John lived with them, along with Mary Winchester. They owned this thing called the Men Of Letters Bunker. The place was huge, so many bedrooms you couldn’t count, you could have sworn you found a new room there everyday.

Before John moved in here, him and his wife (who was also the two boy’s mother) had come back to life after so many years. They didn’t fit into the word exactly so they relied on hunting as what kept them grounded. Sam, Dean, John, Mary and you. That’s how it was. Of course, being the youngest meant that you had to follow everyone’s rules and it was for your own ‘safety.’

* * *

“For my own safety? That was complete bullshit,” you spoke smoothly through Dean’s headphones. “You just wanted someone to boss around, dad. You couldn’t control Sam and Dean anymore, so you made sure that you could completely control me. Before that I didn’t have anyone controlling me, I could do what I wanted and act however I thought was right for me. You took that from me… That’s where it all started going down hill, it’s where I started to break.”

Dean once again paused the tape. He checked his nightstand and saw that it was now 6am. How had time moved so quickly? How long had it taken him to listen to this short part of the tape? He knew he had taken it out at the beginning because it was too hard to listen to, but he never knew he was stalling for so long.

A break from this right now seemed appropriate. So, he took the headset off, left it on his bed and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. Every step he took felt heavier than the last. This wasn’t something new, it had been happening ever since you took your life, but now it was hitting him harder. It made every movement more painful than they had been before; he didn’t even know that was possible until now.

Once he reached the kitchen, he was pleasantly surprised to see that Mary, John and Sam were already there and eating breakfast. Sam was still at the stove, finishing up cooking some eggs and the rest of the bacon while John and Mary sat opposite each other and ate what they already had. “Dean,” John said by surprise. “You’re up later than usual.”

“It’s 6am,” Dean replied with a gravelly voice that he always had when he was tired. Lately, it seemed to be the only voice he had.

“You’re usually up at around 5,” John noted. Sam came and sat down next to Mary at the table and placed a plate down for himself and for Dean.

“You hungry?” Sam asked and Dean joined them at the table. “How you holding up?”

“I feel… Different to what I have for the last few months,” Dean replied to his little brother. “You know, I actually woke up at 5am again today. I stayed in my room because I found something left outside my door.”

All of their eyes widened as Dean spoke. They looked at each other before John spoke. “So she finally finished listening to them.”

“What? Who?” Dean questioned as he squeezed his fork tightly in his hand.

“We can’t talk about this,” Mary recalled before picking up a piece of bacon from her plate and eating it.

“You can’t do that to me! Who are you talking about?!” Dean demanded as he threw his fork down.

“The last person that had the tapes,” John told him which earned a glance from Mary and Sam.

“The tapes… You’ve all listened to them?” Dean looked around at them all. They were faces of the people he knew, they were his family. But they all felt so unfamiliar, like strangers with secrets.

“We can’t talk about it, you need to listen to the tapes,” Sam finished before taking his plate over to the trash can and throwing his food away.

“Are any of you on there? Who is the ‘she’ that you’re talking about? Is it someone else on the tapes?” Dean asked quickly, not giving them time to answer any of them as he continued. “Are you all on the tapes?”

“Dean, we can’t,” Mary snapped. “You have to just listen to the tapes, everyone on there had to.”

He stood up and made his way to the exit of the kitchen but stopped in his tracks.

“It’s hard to listen to,” Dean admitted with a sad voice. He stood in the door way as he spoke to them. “It’s the voice of my dead sister.”

“Dean!” John hissed. He looked at his son standing in there, he looked so heartbroken and vulnerable. “Please son, just listen to the tapes.”

Dean glared at them all. If looks could kill, they would all be dead in a second. He stormed off and went back to his room, it turned out he didn’t get any food or a drink to soothe his feelings of anxiety right now. He returned in the same state he was in before. Dean placed the headset back on his ears and continued to listen to John’s tape.

“But that wasn’t all, was it dad?” You questioned rhetorically. “No, you did more than just boss me around. When you realised you couldn’t do it anymore, you did the only thing that you thought you could do to end the lack of control…”

* * *

It was a few months after you had moved into the bunker and began your training to become a hunter. It wasn’t the physical side of it all because you already knew how to fight after your countless years of being bullied at school. That’s why the boys and your dad were so okay with you going hunting with them; they knew you could take care of yourself.

It was the research of it all. You weren’t used to connecting the dots with how certain monsters acted or what they did with how the victims had died. You gradually became better at it, but you weren’t as good as your brothers because they grew up doing it. You knew that. You understood that.

John didn’t seem to though. All he did was compared you to Sam and Dean and demanded that you become a smarter person. That wasn’t something you could just do, you can’t just snap your fingers one day and get what you want. You have to work for shit like that, it takes time and patience… But those were two things that John lacked.

It was that one day in the motel you were all staying in. The report in the paper said that the bystanders smelled sulphur after the woman was attacked. That was easy enough to figure out, right? Wrong. You weren’t trained enough in the mythology of monsters and you had no idea that sulphur was a sign of demons. You read past it and said there was nothing in there that could have been your kind of thing.

John insisted that you had missed something, just like he always did. You hated when you had to look for cases in the paper. Either you would misjudge it and say you had found a case or you would read past it too quickly and not realise that there was your kind of thing going on. No. You never got it right, so John always checked.

He held the paper in his hand as he sat opposite you at the small table in the motel. You watched nervously as his eyes scanned over the front page and read about the current murder spree going around. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned as he slammed the paper down on the table. “You’re kidding me right, Y/N? You don’t see a case here?”

“Uh, no, sir,” you replied shakily. Sam and Dean noticed your worry from where they were sitting on the beds. Mary was currently out on a supply run.

“It says here the by passers could smell sulphur,” John stated as he looked over at his sons.

“So what are we thinking, a demon?” Dean asked while he continued to clean his gun.

John clicked his tongue and Dean’s answer as if it was obvious. “Exactly… A demon.”

“A demon?” You questioned as you looked between all of them.

“The smell of sulphur is an instant alert for a demon,” Sam told you with a smile. He didn’t mind teaching you, he actually enjoyed it. He liked passing on his knowledge with you and helping you become a better hunter. He had patience… John didn’t.

“Yeah,” John snapped. “Every hunter should know that.”

You hated when he got like this because you instantly knew it was a dig at you and you were tired of it. The boys saw nothing of it because they didn’t pay enough attention. That’s why they thought you were in the wrong when you snapped back.

“Well, I’m still new at this so you can’t expect me to know everything,” you hissed which got John’s back up. You were glad it pissed him off, it was time that he took you seriously.

“You do not speak to your father like that!” He shouted as he stood from his chair and pushed it back aggressively.

You stood up too so you could regain dominance in the conversation. “What kind of father are you? I barely even know you!”

“This isn’t about me,” he replied with a steady tone.

“Yes it is!” You screamed. “This is about you… This is about what you didn’t do. You weren’t there because you were too busy hunting with your other family. And yes, I know that you died when I was a kid, but even when you came back to life you didn’t bother looking for me.”

“I thought we were past this,” he growled with flared nostrils.

“We are. We are past this,” you lied. You weren’t over it, but you had to pretend you were for the sake of everyone else. “I’m not reminding you about it because I’m hurt, I’m reminding you because you need to understand my point of view. I’m not good at researching cases with you because I was never here for it. And you’re not good at being a father to me because you were never there.”

When you finished your statement it was as if the world stopped for a minute. You came to terms with what you had said and realised that you meant it; John wasn’t as accepting towards the statement as you were. The boys both gasped as they saw John’s hand being drawn back.

Before you could react to his movement, John’s hand made harsh contact with your cheek. It was enough force that if pushed you to the floor. You breathed heavily as you stood up; you were holding your hand against your cheek in disbelief.

“You asshole!” You growled as your stood on your feet. “You fucking asshole!”

“What the hell is going on?” Mary demanded as she walked through the door. “Y/N? What happened to your face?”

“It was dad! He slapped me!” You screamed. “You’re a dick, how could you?!”

“Dad, you crossed the line,” Sam said. “You don’t hit your kids.”

“Things just got out of hand,” Dean insisted. “They should never have gone this far, you need to talk about this and sort it out because this shit has been going on for too long. All you do is argue with each other over the smallest things.”

“Dean! He hit her!” Sam defended as he stood up in annoyance.

“We’ve all hit each other! Hell, we’ve tried to kill each other before,” Dean recalled. You couldn’t believe Dean would actually try and defend his father, you thought he had changed.

“Why are you defending him?!” You fumed.

“I’m not,” Dean said calmly. He put his arms up in defence as he continued to talk. “All I’m saying is we have all done terrible things to each other, our family is messed up. This is something that’s needs to be dealt with and then we move on.”

You scoffed at his words. John looked down at you the same way he always did, his eyes full of hatred and boiling with anger. “There’s nothing to talk about. I want you gone, Y/N.”

“But-”

“No!” John spat. “I want you gone, get the fuck out of here. Go back to living with your mom, the hunting life isn’t for everyone and you’re most definitely not meant to be a hunter.”

You couldn’t believe the words that were leaving his mouth. You looked at your brothers and saw that even they didn’t know what to say. You grabbed your things, threw them into a backpack and walked out like you weren’t even bothered. But of course you were. You were so desperate for one of them to follow you and beg you to come back… But no one ever did.

* * *

“You hit me in the face. It hurt. But not as much as it hurt when you hit me with rejection and hatred. You wanted me gone… I hated you, John, more than I had ever hated anyone. You felt the same way about me and I wasn’t going to stick around for that so I headed back to my moms.”

Dean once again removed the headphones and paused the tape. There wasn’t long left of this tape but it was so hard for him to listen to. He checked his clock on his nightstand once again and saw that it was now 1:35pm. Food. He needed food.

Another walk to the kitchen with pain in his steps led to a nervous feeling in his stomach. What John had done to you was so bad, what if Dean’s was worse? What if he had hurt you but had no idea that it had affected you so badly? Dean was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw his father sitting alone at the kitchen table and drinking a beer.

“Hey, son,” he said with a soft voice. “You doing ok?”

“I’m great,” Dean snapped. “I won’t talk to you and piss you off though, I don’t wanna get a beating.”

John sighed and rubbed his palm over his face. “You listened to my tape.”

“I haven’t finished it yet,” Dean shook his head. “It’s still hard to listen to.”

John didn’t reply to what Dean said, he just took another swig of his beer and stared at the wall. Dean went to the fridge and pulled out some left over bacon that was cooked that morning. He put the plate in front of him and his father at the table as he came and sat opposite him. “Stop staring at the wall and look at me,” Dean demanded. John looked at the disappointment in his sons eyes. “Feeling sorry for yourself won’t bring her back.”

Now he saw something in John that he had never let him see before. It was weakness. “I remember that day,” Dean continued. “I remember that I defended you when you hurt her because I was scared that what you did would make her leave. I was selfish and I wanted her to stay so I tried to justify what happened.”

“Son-”

“I’m not finished,” Dean snapped. “What you did drove her away from our family… The only reason she came back was because she had nowhere else to go after she went home and found her moms dead body. If you didn’t send her away she would never had seen that.”

“You don’t think I know that!” John shouted which caught Dean by surprise. He sighed as he realised his anger had once again got the better of him. “Dean-” his voice was steady and low, “-the reason I did that to her was to protect her.”

“You hit her to protect her?” Dean demanded.

“I pushed her away to protect her,” John said as tears began to form in his eyes. “Before I slapped her I kept snapping at her and being nasty to her because I wanted her to leave so she could be safe. I knew that if I told her that she wouldn’t leave, and no matter how many times I shouted at her or was a complete dick to her she would just get upset… But she would stay. I had to do something that would finally make her leave; I had to make her think that I hated her so that she would hate me. If she stayed with us she would have continued to hunt and I wanted better for her.”

John wiped his tears away before drinking more of his beer. It was as if he thought the alcohol would soothe the sting, but it only made it worse. “I loved my baby,” he cried. “She was my only daughter and she made me proud every day. I’ll never get a chance to tell her that.”

Dean shook his head. He understood why John did what he did and he sympathised with him, but it didn’t matter. That wouldn’t bring you back. It wouldn’t fix anything. “She’s dead because you were too scared to love her.”

Dean didn’t plan on saying it, it was just a thought that popped into his head but he needed to get it out. Secrets were one of the reasons you ended your life, he didn’t want to keep them anymore.

John had no idea how to respond to Dean. How could someone reply to that? He was one of the causes of his daughters death because he was a coward. Dean didn’t even know what to think anymore. He needed to know more. He had one more bite of the bacon before he put the plate back in the fridge and headed back to his room.

They were still there when he got back. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he was hoping that the tapes weren’t real and that you were still there in the bunker. When you moved in you told him that you wanted your room next to his so you could knock on the wall if you wanted to talk to each other.

He picked the tape player up, it felt colder than when he last held it. A chill shot down his spine as he thought about the tapes again and how they were all you left behind. Your voice played again in his ears.

“After you kicked me out, dad, I went back for my mom. I ran in to my house, crying my eyes out because of what you did. I wanted comfort from my mom,” you explained. “She was all I needed right at that moment because in my whole life she was all I ever had. But I never got to speak to her… I went into her room and found her covered in blood. She didn’t move… Or breathe… She did nothing.”

Your voice broke as you spoke about your mothers death and Dean closed his eyes at the thought. “And this, ladies and gentlemen, brings me to my second tape. And you know who you are when I say that on my next tape, we’re going to talk about the person that murdered my mother.”

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nevereveveverland  asked:

(trashmouthrichietozier here) CAN I HAVE A HEAD CANON ABOUT RICHIE COMFORTING EDDIE WHEN HE'S SICK BECAUSE EDDIE IS AFRAID HE'S ACTUALLY DYING (MAYBE HE'S CRYING IDK)

So… it’s another one that just kinda turned into a drabble? I’m sorry if you hate this??
Whelp, here it is🤷🏻‍♀️


“I think I’m dying,” Eddie said, his eyes were filled with a deep anxiety that Richie had only seen show through at the worst of times. Every time he saw this type of fear rolling through Eddie, he felt as though he had failed the smaller boy somehow, as irrational as that sounds.
“Don’t talk like that,” Richie said, pouring cough syrup onto a large metal table spoon that he had earlier grabbed from the kitchen. Eddie took a deep breath to reply but the words died in his throat when a spasm of coughs erupted from his chest instead. The coughing itself sounded terrible, scratchy and with enough force to shake Eddie’s entire body. Richie felt helpless. Richie’s hand moved to grip Eddie’s just as the smaller boy reached for him, coughs finally dying down enough for him to take the spoon of syrup into his mouth.
Eddie made a face of disgust as he swallowed the bitter liquid and rested his body against the nest of pillows behind him. “Eddie,” Richie said quietly, his brows furrowed and a comforting smile playing on his lips, “You’re going to be fine. It’s just a bug, Bill and Ben had the exact same thing just last week.”
Eddie shook his head, still struggling to breathe properly. “Richie, you don’t get it,” Eddie whispered, rubbing his thumb over Richie’s knuckles and staring at where their hands were intertwined. “I don’t just get sick.”
Richie reached forward and brushed his fingers against Eddie’s forehead, moving the sweat-soaked curls from his shining brown eyes and rested the palm of his hand against Eddie’s skin. He was burning up.
“Everyone gets sick, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie said before standing up. Eddie’s grip on his hand increased, if only slightly, and Richie’s heartbeat faster within his chest. Eddie was silently pleading but he might as well have screamed for the taller boy to stay with how easily Richie understood him. “I’m going to get you some water and cold compress.”
Eddie’s brows furrowed in confusion.
Richie let go and suddenly felt cold, mostly due to distancing himself from the warmth that was radiating off of Eddie’s in waves. His fingers ached to be wrapped around Eddie’s and his heart longs to be next to his. It astonishes Richie in that moment that Eddie has allowed him to stay all this time, exposed to him in one of the most vulnerable ways; sick, shirtless, weak and scared.
Richie took his moment away from Eddie, running a white cotton cloth under the cold water, to wrestle his heart to stop beating erratically, to remind himself to breathe.
Eddie was going to be fine.
Walking back into Eddie’s room, Eddie looked at Richie with tears in his eyes. “Richie,” he spoke, his soft voice cracked and so did Richie’s soft heart, “I don’t want to die.”
“Eddie, you’re not-”
“Richie,” he panicked, his voice louder but still just as wrecked. “You don’t understand. Everything that happening to me feels like it’s never going to fucking stop. Germs and bacteria are going to continue to multiply, my fever is just going to increase and my heart is going to continue to speed up until it shuts down and I fucking die.”
Tears, which seemed to have been welling in Eddie’s eyes forever, finally spilled over the flushed boys cheeks, leaving trails in their wake.
“Ed’s,” Richie whispered.
More tears fell down Eddie’s face, seeming unable to stop once they had started, “I’m terrified, Richie. It just keeps going through my mind and what if this is the thing that finally kills me. I know that’s insane and that I’m not going to die but I can’t-”
Before Eddie can finish, Richie has his hands on Eddie’s cheeks and his lips are slotted over the sick boys. Richie’s heart is racing, his blood is screaming in his ears but he doesn’t stop. Eddie’s eager, responsive lips are the only thing Richie wants to feel for the rest of his life.
Eddie’s mind stops, previously going a thousand miles every second to becoming completely still when Richie’s cool, chapped lips press again his own.
“Richie!” The sick boy screamed, tearing his lips away from Richie’s but still holding his lanky body close. His heart pounding and his breathing shallow. “You’re going to get sick.”
Richie smiled, resting his forehead against Eddie’s and keeping his hand on the other boys heated cheeks, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Ed’s,” he whispered, softly pressing his lips to Eddie’s again. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you but I swear to god, if you don’t stop being so dramatic I’m going to lace your dinner with an entire bottle of NyQuil.”
Eddie laughed, his heart clenched and his lungs protested but he laughed anyway. “As if you’re calling me dramatic, Trashmouth.”
Richie wiped the stained trails of water from Eddie’s cheeks, smiling weakly at the boy in front of him.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said as he walked into Richie’s bedroom. Richie was sprawled on his bed, he was drenched in sweat and coughing his lungs out.
“Ed’s,” Richie said, brows furrowed and his voice weak, “I’m dying.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, sicko.”

Don’t Forget Me

Summary: Chris Evans x Reader where the reader and Chris have a daughter and she gets jealous when he starts spending time on and off set with Mckenna, and he accidentally misses an important day (as requested by anonymous)
Word count: 1,052
A/N: in the midst of my college duties/exams, you, anon, managed to inspire and motivate me me enough to make me whip this up in under a day! (Also, Frank gave me dad feels.)

Originally posted by the1goddessofpink


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Jealous!Tom

This went really said I’m sorry

Tags: @iamnesta


  • Jealous Tom wouldn’t be a rare thing
  • Like it would happen at least about two to three times a week
  • But over the most unimportant things ever
  • Like when the boy from your local coffee shop asked for your name, he immediately kissed you on your cheek and said your name
  • “Tom he literally just asked for my name.“
  • “Yes and after that he’d ask you for your number and all that shit.“
  • “You don’t have to be jealous I’m all yours.“
  • “Well don’t tell me, tell that coffee guy.“
  • You’ll just laugh at his adorable jealousy


  • Or when you’re out, partying, and one of the guys was looking at you for too long
  • Boy he’d basically explode
  • He’d shower you in kisses like everywhere
  • It he’d hug you from behind
  • Putting his head on your shoulder and kissing your neck
  • He could stare at those guys without you knowing
  • You know, but again you love his jealousy


  • But besides all that cute jealousy
  • There would be his really bad jealousy
  • So you were at one of Toms Premieres
  • Tom would be busy, talking to his Co-Stars or someone else
  • You would just stand there on your own when suddenly one of the security guards would come up to you
  • „ Hey, you’re good here?“
  • “Yeah I guess I’ll just wait till Toms ready.“
  • “Want some company?“
  • “Oh god yes please.“
  • “Want a drink?“
  • “Just one?!“


  • Tom would watch you guys the entire time and his jealousy level would rise to the gods
  • You were having a good time, when suddenly you were pulled back roughly
  • “If you could excuse us.“
  • “Tom wait, ouch, you’re hurting me.“
  • „Get in the car.“
  • You tried to figure out what you did wrong but you’re like ‘??????????’
  • After some time you tried to hold his hand, but he just shove it off
  • Your heart would be like </3
  • Who would have thought that he would get jealous over some security guy
  • On the whole ride back home he would ignore you
  • As soon as you arrived home, you’d confront him
  • “Tom stop acting like this.“
  • “Can you please tell me at least what I did wrong.“
  • “For fucks sake Tom could you stop acting like a little child!“
  • “A CHILD! I AM NOT ACTING LIKE A CHILD!“
  • “WELL WHAT WOULD YOU CALL ACTING LIKE THIS?!“
  • “I‘M JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW MY GIRLFRIEND OF OVER TWO YEARS WOULD BETRAY ME LIKE THIS!“
  • “WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?“
  • “OH DON‘T ACT LIKE YOU DON‘T KNOW! AT EVERY SHOW WE ATTEND, YOU ALWAYS END UP AT THE BAR WITH SOME OTHER DUDE!“
  • “WELL MAYBE THAT WOULDN’T HAPPEN IF YOU WOULD PAY ATTENTION TO ME FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES, BUT I THINK YOU’RE JUST TO FAMOUS NOW FOR APPRECIATING YOUR GIRLFRIEND! I NEVER GET JEALOUS WHEN ALL THESE GIRLS ARE ALL OVER YOU! I NEVER GET JEALOUS WHEN SOME OF YOUR FANS KISS YOU! THAT’S BECAUSE I TRUST YOU, BUT I THINK I’M THE ONLY ONE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP WHO FEELS LIKE THIS!”
  • And that was the moment when you stormed into your bedroom
  • Not closing the door before putting a pillow and a blanket in front of the door


  • After a few minutes he would have calmed down and tried to get to you
  • “Love, please I’m sorry.”
  • “I’m sorry for acting like a complete asshole.”
  • “I screwed up I’m sorry.”
  • But you didn’t listen
  • You’d put some headphones in and went to sleep


  • Well at least you tried
  • But when you couldn’t sleep at 4 am you would go to get him
  • You were about to step out of the door when you saw something laying on the floor
  • It was Tom, all cuddled up on the ground
  • You immediately started crying, which caused
  • Tom to wake up
  • “Love,Hey, don’t cry.”
  • “I-I’m sorry for screaming at you earlier I just, I don’t know I-.”
  • “Stop apologizing Darling, it’s alright.”
  • He’d just pick you up bridal style and would carry you to bed
  • You would cuddle into him, hugging him tightly
  • “I love you more than anything. I couldn’t do this without you.”
  • “I love you too Tom.”


  • I just died

Wind!Holly Drabble/Prologue??

Anyway, I had some free time and wrote this- don’t know if it’ll be continued, but maybe… descriptions/names etc. may be changed later if I continue this
Also I don’t know how to add a read more on mobile so just have a line of asterisks rip

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A cold night breeze ruffled the tortoiseshell’s pelt as she trotted silently through the forest. Her steps were cautious, her ears pricked, swiveling at the slightest sound. The molly soon heard the quiet gurgle of the border stream, and her step quickened. She reached the water, gently setting a small dark shape between her paws.

“Crowfeather?” She whispered quietly.

“Over here.”

A lithe black form appeared from the shadows, dark amber eyes glinting in the moonlight. He nimbly leapt across the stream, hind paws slipping slightly as he landed. The tortoiseshell sprang forward, rubbing against his cheek with a soft purr. She froze when he didn’t return the gesture.

“Leafpool… we promised we were done. We have to move on. That’s what I’m trying to do, with Nightcloud, with everything. I can’t-”

“No, I understand.” Leafpool swallowed, taking a step back. “You said Nightcloud had kitted a few sunrises ago when I saw you earlier. How many kits? How are they?”

Crowfeather’s gaze softened. “There were two, a tom and she-kit, but the molly died after a few hours.”

“I’m so sorry,” Leafpool said, meaning it. “And the tom?”

“His name is Breezekit. Tiny, scrappy and darker than shadow. Nightcloud won’t let anyone into the nursery, but that’s what I’ve heard. And yours? Lionkit, and, uh, another tom?”

Leafpool chuckled. “Lionkit is fine, and so is Jaykit. But they aren’t why we’re here.”

“No.” Crowfeather agreed. “Hollykit. Where is she?”

A jolt of panic flashed through Leafpool. She took another step back, the beginnings of horror in her eyes. Where was- her paw brushed a soft bundle and she quickly picked up the small black molly by her scruff, almost shaking in relief. For a brief, terrible moment, Leafpool had imagined all of the terrible things that could have happened to Hollykit while she and Crowfeather were talking.

“She looks like me.” Crowfeather said in an awed tone. “Until now, it, uh, hadn’t really sunk in that I was-am- their father. She’s beautiful.”

Leafpool purred, gently setting the she-kit at Crowfeather’s paws. “She’ll blend in well in WindClan. Nightcloud agreed to raise her, right? She won’t tell.”

“She promised. She wants Breezekit to have a sibling. And she has a soft spot for kits. Hollykit will be well cared for.”

“And Jaykit and Lionkit will be looked after as well. Squirrelflight is eager to be their mother, and I’m sure Brambleclaw would be incredibly happy.”

“When will you reach camp?” Crowfeather questioned, nudging a mewing Hollykit closer to him.

“Tomorrow. Squirrelflight is with Lionkit and Jaykit right now, near the border with the unclaimed land. No one knows about the kits yet, so they won’t notice that a kit is missing. And the kits are barely a moon old; they can’t say anything.

A pause.

“Its- I should go. We’ve been here too long.” Leafpool said uncertainly.

Crowfeather sighed. The lanky black tom touched noses with Leafpool sadly. “Thank you, Leafpool. It was nice to see you again. And I’ll make sure Hollykit is loved and happy. Take care.”

For a moment, time was still. The dappled tortoiseshell and black tom stood quietly, pelts brushing, eyes closed, breathing in each other’s scent. Crowfeather took a step back, carefully picked up his daughter by her scruff and disappeared into the night.

Leafpool stood a moment longer, loss shining in her eyes.

What if... PLL Predictions

These are my “what ifs” about what could happen in the following episodes of PLL. These predictions could be far from the truth, as some are pretty outrageous, but oh well! I had fun writing it and i hope you have fun reading it. Tell me your thoughts!

What if … Bethany Young is alive and she is A.D. 

What if … She is also Mary’s child. My theory is that Mary had twins. She had two baby girls, yet, one of those babies went to the Hastings and the other went to an Adoption Agency, in which in the following days or years, she was adopted by the Young family. 

What if . . . the body found a year later was the Avery girl that lived in the town next door. Her friends think they cant hang out with her anymore because she has been living in a mental institution since Sarah Harvey “died,” but really, she was killed (I don’t know if this would happen lol – but it would a cool twist) 

What if … Mary assumes that the Hastings adopted both of the twins. Mary assumes that Melissa and Spencer are the twins. This is why she was hinting at the fact that they looked like twins and that when she entered the Hasting’s house, she asked, “where are THEY?” instead of “Where is she?” However, the Hastings never knew about that Mary delivered twins, or else, I feel like Veronica and Peter would have adopted the second baby as well.

What if … all along Melissa has known about Spencer’s twin and that she has been protecting Spencer from the very beginning. She found out possibly by overhearing talks between Mary and Peter.  

Yes, Melissa buried Bethany Young on purpose.

What if … Melissa buried Bethany Young, but for different reasons. I don’t think the reason why Melissa buried Bethany Young alive was protecting Spencer for hitting her with a shovel; rather, I think she found Bethany Young on the ground – nearly dead – and she buried her alive to protect Spencer from knowing the truth about her twin sister. 

What if … Melissa stopped hating Spencer and started to protect her. For many years Melissa saw Spencer in a horrible way. Melissa (from the earlier seasons) saw Spencer as her adopted sister who came from a crazy family: the Drake family. Melissa was mean and competitive with Spencer until Cece Drake came into town. Melissa got protective over Spencer because Melissa found Cece Drake very threatening. Melissa got paranoid that Cece Drake would threaten the truth. If Melissa knew Spencer was adopted and Spencer has a twin, I’m sure Melissa knew that Cece Drake was related to her as well. Melissa tried her best to protect Spencer and to protect her family as well.

What if … Melissa dies at the end. I have a feeling that Melissa might die. Bethany Young – A.D, Spencer’s twin, or whoever – will kill her and it will be really tragic because after all this time she has been protecting her sister, Spencer, from day one.

What if … Bethany Young became fascinated with Alison and her friends. She dyed her hair blonde out of desperately wanting to be Alison ( I doubt this will happen but ya never know haha), Bethany Young never knew about her birth mother, Mary, or her real father, Peter. Like Spencer, she thought her real family was the Young Family. According to the show, Jessica Dilaurentis was sleeping with Mr. Young and Jessica Dilaurentis was taking Bethany Young to the stables to ride horses and forcing her to call her “Aunt Jessie.” Bethany hated Jessica for trying to make this relationship between them. Yet, for Jessica, she knew that this was her niece and for this, she was making an effort to get to know the Young family (possibly a little too much haha), as well as trying to take care of her like she was her own daughter (giving her clothes etc). 

What if . . . Charlotte lied, yet only about one thing. She was the one who pushed Marion off of the building but blamed Bethany for doing it. Jessica Dilaurentis made certain Charles/Charlotte got away with it because technically Charlotte was legally HER child. Bethany Young felt betrayed by “Aunt Jessie” for taking sides with crazy Charlotte, thus she drew those pictures of Mrs. D with devils horns and the word “liar” all over her face. She escaped that night. Charlotte might have saw the pictures and thus, thought she escaped to go kill her mom, Mrs. D, so Charlotte escaped too, hoping to stop/kill Bethany beforehand. But Bethany was never going to kill Mrs. D. – rather, she was going to meet Alison, like she said she wanted to do in the letters. Charlotte “found” Bethany and “killed” her with a rock – but like we know already, but it wasn’t Bethany… in fact, it was Alison. 

What if . . . Bethany saw Spencer and Alison fighting that night and at that moment that she REALIZED that she has an identical twin (haha). And then sometime after that, Mona hits her, thinking she was Alison, she is on the ground unconscious. And then Melissa comes by sees Spencer’s crazy twin presumably “dead” on the ground and then Melissa buries her alive, hoping that Spencer never finds the truth about Mary or her twin sister, Bethany. (Yikes. I know.) Again, she is protecting Spencer as well as her family’s reputation. 

What if . . . Bethany is pulled out of the dirt by some character (there have been two scenes of someone pulling someone out of the dirt. We know that Ali and Mrs. Grundleward was definitely one of them, and possibly it was showed twice, but I believe that Bethany was pulled out of the dirt as well. (I’m thinking Wilden pulled her out. But it could be Wren, Archer, Mary, or Jenna? or Garret? I don’t have all of the evidence to form a theory for that one just yet.)

What if … Bethany has been “hiding in plain sight” since that night, by using masks. She stalks the Hastings Family and the Dilaurentis family, as well as the girls. Her motive since season 1 has been to understand where she has come from, as well as understand Alison and her friends.

What if … A.D. has only been A since Charlotte’s Death. Though, Bethany has been possibly doing A-like things for many seasons, as she has been trying to figure out her family. Yet, she just recently became the new A.

What if … A.D. stands for Alison Dilaurentis. It is her initials that Alison would sign off to the letters that she wrote to Bethany. Bethany has always been fascinated with A.D. possibly because Alison had the family and all the friends. Alison was also BFF with her twin sister, Spencer; a relationship to which Bethany could never have.

What if … Bethany became A.D. because it was time for “endgame.”

What if … Bethany is Black Widow. And famously tweeted by Marlene King,

What if … “endgame” is Bethany’s identity and story becoming known. At this point in time, it makes perfect sense. All the pieces are in place (literally puzzle pieces) – Spencer knows she is adopted, Spencer knows her birthmother is Mary Drake, Mary Drake is in town, Mrs. D is dead, Alison Dilaurentis is alive, and Charlotte, who has been tormenting the girls for years as A, is dead. It’s perfect timing for Bethany to come back from the dead and to tell her story. 

Also:

What if … “endgame” is Bethany putting an end to Charlotte and Mona’s game, but in a really twisted horrible way: the board game. The sole purpose of the board game is having this clear-cut finish that all board games have, if played. It’s time to finish the game. 

What if … Bethany is still fascinated with the liars, but I guess in a really dark way. For starters, she is fascinated by the girls by doing them “favors.” Starting with Alison and Emily. She thinks she is doing Alison a favor by getting her pregnant with Emily’s eggs. So they can finally be together and happy.

What if … Bethany is doing Spencer a favor by dressing up as “Spencer” and sleeping with Toby so they can get back together. In my opinion, Bethany has only pretended to be Spencer this one time. It was only by accident that Ezra saw her and Wren at the airport and for that, she had to pretend to be Spencer in that moment as well.

What if … Bethany is doing Hannah a favor by making her realize she is in love with Caleb instead of … lol that other guy, who I am totally blanking on his name, and doing her a favor to realize that she is the one who needs to be with him instead of Spencer. 

What if … Bethany is doing Aria a favor by getting her to get on the A team so she can be distracted from her wedding and put her relationship with Ezra in jeopardy.  

Because:

What if … Ezra either killed Charlotte. OR he was in shady business with Cece when he was writing his book.  

But if Ezra didn’t kill Charlotte…

What if … Mona killed Charlotte to try to protect the liars and to make them feel safe once and for all (sidenote: it is annoying that this case has lost importance in Rosewood.. now it’s all about who killed Archer)

What if … Archer Dunhill and Wren Kingston are brothers. They are both doctors from England (yes I believe that they are legit doctors) Archer was never in love with Alison. He only pretended to get her money (“something Charlotte would’ve wanted”) and to make go crazy, possibly because he thought SHE was the one to kill her so he was getting revenge OR possibly because he wanted her suffer from feeling crazy, like Charlotte suffered from all those years being stuck in Radley.

What if …Wren and Bethany are in love. Wren plays a role into the unfolding story as he has always been in love with Bethany. He has done everything to get close with the Hasting family in order to understand Bethany’s birth father, her twin sister, Spencer, and Melissa, the person who basically “killed her.” Archer and Wren are therefore, two brothers dating two sisters. Wren knew Cece/Charlotte because of his brother. But he also found out she was A.

What if… Alison names one of her baby girls Courtney in solidarity to the book and the other as Holly in solidarity to her second identity, Holly Varjack.

What if … Bethany shot Spencer on accident, possibly because Bethany was aiming at Jenna who tried shooting Spencer first. So instead, Bethany kidnaped Jenna and told her about “endgame.”

What if … AD gets mad at Aria for leaving the A team and Wren tries to shoot her but Ezra takes the bullet and Wren is arrested. (the quick scene in one of the promos of someone holding hands under the table with someone who is handcuffed is Wren and Bethany.)

What if … Mona is starting to look shady because she is becoming a new A. She desperately wants the girls to recognize her as part of the group and it’s fair to say that she is doing this to the point where she is trying to weed Aria out, possibly so she could take her place. Mona is addicted to the game. But the game has changed for her, it’s not being A anymore, rather the game is about beating the game that was stolen from her. She is going back to “Loser Mona” because “Loser Mona” was the addict.

What if … the liars think Mona is A.D. and she dies before the liars figure out she is not A.D. and for this, they are unable to save her.

What if … Bethany Young dies. A.D. dies by committing suicide, which is something Charlotte didn’t do in 6x10.

What if … the pretty little liars move out of Rosewood for good and we never know if they ever come back and BAM the credits roll and that is it. RIP PLL.

I also wanted to let you guys know that some of the ideas I credit to other theories and posts I have seen on Tumblr. The pll fandom is truly remarkable and I am so happy to be involved with this community. I am going to miss it so dearly. much love and enjoy. Also! Happy PLL day xox 

The Passing of a Friend and Brother

A close friend of mine died this past Sunday. His name was Sagar. Even as I type this, it is impossible to believe. He was 28 years old.

We met ten years ago this coming fall. It was the first day of college, literally the day we moved into the dorms. I walked down our hall, looking for someone who had set up their television. My own roommate and I couldn’t figure it out. His was the first room I came across that had a working television. 

When I asked him if he would help us, his immediate response was, “Of course!” 

As he was hooking everything up, he said, “One day we’ll look back on this and say this is how we met.”

Sagar helped me on the first day we met and he never stopped helping me. 

To his friends, Sagar was encouraging, supportive, and always proud. He loved The Lazy Yogi and told many people about this blog even while I kept it quiet. When I switched from working in the film industry to pursuing my medical doctorate, he rooted for me and immediately got on board despite much skepticism and doubt from those around me. He was a true friend and ally. 

Wherever Sagar lived, that’s where the parties were. He loved hosting, he loved bringing people together, and he loved his friends. All through college people thought I was one of his roommates because I was always at his place chilling. 

After college he moved to New York City while I had to live at home in Connecticut. I came into the city every weekend and he would always have a place for me to sleep in his apartment. This very summer I slept on his couch many times. I slept in his bed the night before he died. 

The month before, he went to the doctor with a bad cough and back/leg pain. They did a scan and it turned out to be a rare genetic late stage lung cancer. He underwent surgery but his condition declined rapidly. I visited him while he was unconscious in the ICU on Saturday and Sunday. I visited his body after he passed. I still can’t believe it as I am writing this. 

The last two times I saw him stand out in my mind. The earlier time was our last nice day together. We drank on the rooftop of his apartment building in the Lower East side. We climbed the water tower and took in the view, talking about our plans for the summer and the future. He took a picture of me, which became my profile picture on Facebook. 

The second time was the last time I saw him before he was in the hospital. His pain was bad, his cough was bad. But he was so happy to see me. 

“Everything feels better when you’re here,” he had said to me.

When I left, he hugged me and told me he loved me. That was another thing I learned from Sagar. He always said “I love you” to his friends. Now I do too.

I have seen too many early deaths in my life already. My father died of cancer when I was in high school. One of my high school best friends committed suicide when I was in college. And now Sagar is gone. 

Fuck. He was the center of everything good in our massive group of friends. 

His death is senseless and tragic. One quote keeps going through my mind: “Nature is not human hearted.” 

No it fucking isn’t. 

I say this again and again: impermanence is inescapable. This life is not a means to an end. The end is death. No matter what we do, we take nothing with us. This life is an opportunity to love and to awaken. No more, no less. 

I don’t know how Sagar’s death will effect me. After my father’s death, I found myself on a spiritual path and it led me to meditation. I don’t know what’s next. 

All I can say is don’t wait. There is no later that we can depend on. 

Thanks for listening. May you all be blessed with health, happiness, and peace. 

Namaste

“Umm... how about that number?” G.D

Hey guys! So I was very excited about writing this request by @danglydolan and well, here it is! I kinda changed the plot a little bit but I just hope I still did it justice haha. Let me know what you think!

Summary: “Grayson meets you for the first time at the pool or beach. He’s all blushy and shy but still tries to ask for your number” 

Warnings: None

Words: 2,000 words


It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and usually I would still be curled up in my bed, dreaming my third or fourth dream right about now. So why was I up this early you might ask? Well… because it is simply impossible to sleep while living in a war zone between both your parents. As soon as the screaming picked up right where it left off the night before, I ran out of there as fast as I could and went to the one place where I always ended up in times like these; the beach. 

The beach has always been my sanctuary, my getaway whenever things got bad; and I guess I’ve already established that things at home were pretty bad. I was tired of hearing about how unhappy they were with one another, how they wished they had never gotten married, how they even wished they didn’t have something tying them to one another; and that something was me. Till this day, I don’t think they know I heard that argument, or maybe they do and they just didn’t care…

But, the beautiful sound of the waves crashing, the smell of salt from the water, the sun shining brightly on my face, these were the little things that relaxed me when I needed it most. 

I must have walked and walked for hours, clearly deep in thought, because I hadn’t realized how many more people were at the beach now. I sighed and kept walking, trying to find a more secluded area away from all these people, when all of a sudden; I was knocked to the ground by what felt like a solid wall. 

You’ve got to be kidding me…

“I’m so sorry!”

As I tried pushing myself up, I felt someone grab a hold of my arms to help me get back on my feet. I looked up and saw a guy about my age looking down at me. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“I’m fine” I answered before I wiped the sand off my shorts and kept walking. 

I heard him yell he’d be right back to someone before jogging up to where I was. “Look I really am sorry” 

“Yeah, you said that already” I said as I kept walking. 

“I’m Grayson by the way” He said as he stepped right in front of me with a smile on his face. He began walking backwards once he saw I had no intention of stopping to talk. “Let me buy you something… t-to make it up to you, you know?” he asked as a light shade of pink filled his cheeks.

“I think I’ll pass, thanks for the offer though” I said as I tried to step around him but had no luck since he blocked my path yet again. 

“Come on, please? I feel really bad” 

“Really? For a second I thought you were trying to hit on me and looking for a way to ask me out” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

I felt bad for being so rude to the guy when he was just trying to be nice, but I wanted peace and quiet and he wasn’t letting me get it; plus, the look on his face once I said that was priceless. He looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say. 

“W-what? No I was just- er… I felt bad for knocking you down and I-I just wanted to make it up to you” he said, his cheeks growing redder as he talked.

“Look, I just want to go somewhere private and peaceful okay? Plus, don’t you have people over there waiting for you? You should just go back” 

“They can wait,” he said smiling, “And okay, you want to go somewhere private and peaceful? I know the perfect place, at least let me take you” 

I narrowed my eyes at him as he looked at me with a hopeful expression on his face. “You’re not going to give up are you?” 

He shook his head, “No, and I don’t know how you said no this many times. I usually don’t have to beg girls for anything” he said with a confused look on his face.

“Wow, so pushy and conceited” I teased. 

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like-” he stuttered and I couldn’t help but laugh at his shyness. He ended up laughing too and I swear, it was the most beautiful and contagious laugh I had ever heard. Snap out of it Y/N!

“Okay let’s get going” he said once his laughter died down. I nodded and saw him jog over to a small group of guys to tell them he was leaving before we began heading to his “secret” location. 

The whole way there, we got to know each other a little more but I chose not to tell him why I had been upset earlier, even though he had asked. We even played a small game of I spy, which I said no to at first because I thought it would be too childish, but it was actually really fun and it took my mind off of everything at home. 

Once we got there, I noticed we were on top of a beautiful waterfall. The view from up here was absolutely breathtaking, the trees, the water, everything was absolutely beautiful. And the best part was that it was only the two of us here, nobody else around to bother us. 

All of a sudden, I see Grayson remove his shirt and it took my whole attention away from the breathtaking view we had right in front of us. I had to admit, this guy looked like he was sculpted by the gods. He looked about my age, had the most beautiful hazel-brown eyes I had ever seen, short and yet wavy brown hair that you just wanna run your hands through, the sharpest jawline to ever exist, the cutest freckle on his chin, the most delicious looking plump pink lips, everything about him was perfect.

It wasn’t until I heard him say “hey you okay?” as he waved his hand in front of my face, that I realized I had zoned out this entire time and full on stared at him. I let out a groan and hoped he hadn’t noticed I was checking him out.

“U-uh yeah… yeah! Just admiring the view” I said as I stepped around him to keep looking at the water from up here. 

“Okay, well I had asked you if you were coming down with me but you never answered” he said with an excited look on his face, it was adorable. 

“Yeah! what way do we go?” I said as I walked to the edges, looking for a path down. 

He chuckled and walked over to the edge with me, “that way,” he said as he pointed down to the water. “We’re diving right in” 

“NO” I said as I shook my head profusely, “No way Jose. NOPE! I’m am not jumping in there!” 

I saw him start giggling at my outburst and it almost made me crack a smile, but I needed him to take me serious. I was NOT jumping down there. 

“Come on, you can hold my hand if you want” he offered, the light shade of pink growing on his cheeks once again. 

For a second, I actually considered it, but then my smile grew as I spotted something a little further down. “Go ahead and jump, I’ll meet you down there” I said as I started climbing down a rocky path. 

“Where are y-”

“Just go Grayson!” I interrupted, and a few seconds later, I saw him fly past me and fall into the water. I waited a few seconds until I saw him resurface, and boy was that an even better view. I bit my lip as I watched him push his dripping hair back, water running down his chiseled chest. 

“Are you coming or what?” he yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded and went over to a rope that was tied to a tree nearby. “Are you jumping in with your clothes on?”

“Yes! I’m not about to strip and be half naked in front of you Grayson!” I yelled back, leaning back a little before jumping into the air and letting go of the rope, falling into the water. 

Once I resurfaced, I saw him with his head held back and his eyes closed, his boisterous laugh being the only sound that surrounded us besides that of the waterfall. “How was it??” he asked excitedly once his laughter died down. 

“It was amazing!” I felt adrenaline still running throughout my body and I honestly had not felt this good in such a long time. I suddenly found myself wrapping my arms around Grayson’s neck as I pulled him close, “Thank you Grayson” 

I could tell I took him by surprise since he tensed up a little at first, but then I felt him loosen up a little and wrap both arms around my waist. “It’s no problem, I’m just glad you’re not all grouchy anymore” 

“I was not grouchy!” I retorted but then gave in once he gave me the “are you kidding me” look. “Okay fine, maybe I was. But it’s because… I was already having a bad day and it was barely the morning. All my parents do lately is fight and I was fed up with it already”

He nodded and gave me a sympathetic smile, “No I get it. But hey, don’t think about it anymore. I like you better when you’re smiling” 

Now it was my turn to have the pink shade growing on my cheeks, “Okay Mr. Cheesy Pants, thank you.”

He rolled his eyes and threw some water at me, “Why do you have to ruin it?” 

“Ruin what?” I asked with a laugh as I threw some water back at him. 

“Never mind,” he said, shaking his head. “You know, I never got your name…” 

“Uh-huh, and what makes you think you’re getting it?” I teased, a smirk plastered on my face. 

“Oh come on, just tell me. What’s your name?” he whined. 

“Fine! It’s Y/N” I confessed and rolled my eyes at the satisfied look on his face. 

“Y/N” he repeated, and I swear it sounded so much better when it came out from his mouth. “I’m actually feeling pretty lucky right now since I got you to give me your name so easily” 

“Oh yeah? Well what else do you want?” I asked, my stomach feeling a little sick because of how nervous I was suddenly getting. 

“Well… umm… how about that number?” he asked and groaned as soon as the words left his mouth. “That sounded so much better in my head…”

I couldn’t help but giggle at how embarrassed he looked. It made my heart melt and all I wanted was to give it to him, but I was going to wait a little longer just to torture him. 

“W-what I meant was, I really wanna take you out. O-only if you wa-”

“Yes” I interrupted, taking him out of his misery. 

“Yes? Yes to what?” he asked looking confused. 

“Yes to both” I said as I swam closer to him. “Yes you can have my number and yes I’ll go out with you” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck once again. 

I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and pull me against his body once again as a smile filled his face. I rested my head on his chest and smiled to myself as he began telling me about other places like this that he wanted to take me to. I couldn’t help but think about how this day had begun as probably one of the worst but ended up being one of the best days of my life; all thanks to Grayson.  


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ML Fluff Month Day 17: I’m looking fur a pet (and fur you)

@miraculousfluffmonth

lol I said I wasn’t gonna do it but I did it

Animal Shelter AU


Marinette piled in the fifth load of laundry she had started that day and checked the time. She sighed. People seriously underestimated the amount of laundry that needed to be done at an animal shelter. 

She re-did her pigtails as she made her way to the front of the shelter. Normally she wasn’t a greeter, but Lila had called in sick last minute, and she had time in between laundry cycles any way. 

She smiled at Rose, who was currently manning the front desk, and grabbed a clipboard. 

“Oh Mari, thank god you’re here,” Rose nodded towards the full waiting room, “The only other greeters today are Alya and Eleanor, but we’ve got a busy day today apparently.” 

“Don’t worry Rose, I’ve got it.” She winked at her friend and checked the list. “Okay…Adrien, Adrien Agreste? You’re up next.” 

A young man stood up, and Marinette had to stop her jaw from dropping. Jesus Christ he was gorgeous. She blinked, noticing that he was much closer to her now. 

“Oh, um, could I see those?” She held her hand out for the paperwork. 

He smiled, and gave them to her without a word. 

She took a deep breath. She could do this. She had been volunteering at this shelter since she was freaking sixteen years old. Gorgeous clients were Easy-peasy. “I’m Marinette, so if you could follow me,” she started making her way towards the rest of the shelter as she checked his questionnaire. “I see that you’re looking for a cat today to adopt, but you’ve left many of the other fields blank. Do you have any preferences?”

Adrien shrugged, “I’ve never really had a pet before but I’ve always wanted a cat. Other than that, I don’t really know. Maybe not too high maintenance?” 

He smiled shyly. Oh no, he’s cute.

Marinette grinned. “I’ve got just the cats in mind.”

She led him to the largest of the free roaming cat rooms, where three towers scattered across the open floor. “Wait here,” she instructed as she pushed open the door, “I’ll bring them out to you.”


Adrien watched the volunteer kneel down by a black cat, hand extended in a placating gesture. Her mouth formed words, though he couldn’t here behind the glass, and she scratched behind the cat’s ears. 

Damn, she was cute. 

He watched her face intently as more cats crowded around her, obviously used to her presence in the room. The black cat let Marinette pick it up, and she gently nudged a pale ginger one to follow her. 

In a second, she was out of the room with the two cats. 

“This one’s named Plagg,” she said, gesturing to the the black one, “Don’t ask me why, his previous owner named him. He’s such a sweetie, though he does have a sassy streak and an odd diet. But as a new pet owner he shouldn’t give you too much trouble, seeing that he’s the laziest of the bunch.” 

Plagg meowed. 

Giggling, she pointed the the ginger one. “This mush is Tikki. She gives the best cuddles.” Marinette lowered her voice, “I swear she can read minds. Whenever I’m feeling down, she just knows.” She winked.

He gulped. Damn, she was cute.

Adrien knelt down by the two cats, and extended a hand out. Plagg completely ignored him, but Tikki softly butted her head against his palm. 

Marinette smiled. “She likes you.”

“I like you.” 

“…sorry?”

“Crap, I mean, um, you know what, we’ll just forget I said that.” He chuckled nervously and stopped petting Tikki. 

“Um…okie dokie.” Crap she was cute. “Well, uh, you can play with them more, that way you can figure out which one you like better.”

He felt more heat rise to his cheeks. “You know what, I’ll take both.”

Marinette blinked. “Both?”

“Yup.”

“Oh. Well, are you sure? Not that I’m questioning you or anything, but you said you’ve never had a pet and I don’t want you to be unprepared.”

“Maybe you could help me be prepared.” Why was he continuing to make an ass out of himself? 

She blinked again. Then a smirk made its way onto her face. “Why Adrien, are you trying to hit on me?” 

“Purrhaps.” 

From the floor, Plagg meowed again.

“Unfurtunately, I have to finish my shift, but maybe by the time you’ve finished the paperwork, I might be able to swing by and help set you up with these cuties. Help them get comfurtable with your house.”

Oh, she punned too. Oh lord she’s cute

“Come on, let’s go do the paperwork.”


Nathaniel groaned as he checked the table posted to the door. Marinette, superhuman she was, had already finished all the laundry and washing tasks for the day, which meant he had no other excuse for avoiding the waiting room. 

Ugh, he hated interacting with people. 

He smiled tightly at Rose, who was tapping away at the computer. The earlier rush had died down, so only a handful of people remained in the waiting room. 

He glanced at the list. “Chloe Bourgeois? I can help you now.” 

A blonde stood up, not looking up from her phone. “Jeez, I’ve been waiting for ages.”

“Sorry miss, we’ve had a rather busy day.”

She looked up, and Nathaniel was suddenly assaulted by blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds. She blinked when she saw him. “Oh, that’s okay I suppose.”

He swallowed. “I’m Nathaniel. How can we help you today?”

She smiled at him.

Boo! pt.1

genre: ghost au, mystery, fluff, supernatural
rating: T
pairing: Taehyung x Reader
summary: “it surprised him that you could see him. After all, he was dead.”
word count: 5.1k
next chapter: chapter 2 chapter 3


“Even if she’s just right there, for sure, she wouldn’t know that I was here all along.”

You stirred awake as you realized that you heard a familiar voice right above you. You lazily opened one eye, checking the clock on the bedside table. It was just three in the morning, but why were you suddenly hearing someone talking? It was as if someone was also inside you in your room….

You bolted your eyes open as you realized that you should actually be alone in your room at the moment, especially since you weren’t staying in your university dormitory. You were surprised, however, as you saw brown eyes staring back at you, as if he wasn’t wary that you were awake. It was as if he wasn’t worried at all that you were awake and that you could hit him.

“What the hell are you doing here in my room at three in the morning, Kim Taehyung?” You groaned as you drowsily sat up on your bed. You clenched the sheets around you, knowing that you weren’t wearing a lot since the AC unit was broken. You glared back at him, waiting for an explanation.

“Wait, you can see me?” He asked, looking very surprised. You stared at him back with a look of disbelief. Did he really think that he could just play some funny joke at fucking three in the morning?

“Of course, you idiot,” you muttered, deciding to check your phone and open your SNS account. For some reason, you had a lot of notifications from your high school batch group, which you didn’t notice since you slept early that night, tired from the long trip you took to go all the way back to Daegu. You decided to scroll through the posts, realizing that it was pertaining to the boy standing by your bed.

“Kim Taehyung got into a mysterious accident!”
“Why? What happened?”
“Nobody knows what happened!”
“May Taehyung’s soul rest in peace!”

You could only turn back to him as it dawned to you why he was shocked that you could see him now in your room at three in the morning. He scratched his head, letting out a nervous chuckle before he confirmed the exact thought running inside your head.

“But, I’m dead.”

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Grieving and Loving | Thiam Week Day 1

Hurt/Comfort

Something is off with Liam. Theo goes to search for him and finds out what exactly is wrong with the young beta.


Liam was missing. Well, not exactly missing but more like actively avoiding meeting any pack member. He didn’t show up for pack movie night and he didn’t pick up any phone calls or answer any texts. Needless to say, Scott was worried and sent out the pack to look for the young and reckless beta. They were all scattered around town, looking everywhere for Liam, ready to rescue him in case hunters got him. The war was over but you never knew. 

Theo was doing a tactical search. After he had looked for Liam at his house, he was now driving to the school, searching for Liam there. He refused to think about the possibility of the younger one getting kidnapped and probably being tortured somewhere. It only led to feelings Theo wasn’t ready to face yet. He could do it after he knew Liam was safe and sound, maybe pissed off but alive, and when he was in bed that night in the guestroom of the Dunbar-Geyer household. When the reason for his thoughts and nagging feelings was sleeping right next door, also another reason why Theo barely slept at night and spend more time thinking about a certain beta. 

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Bullets

Hello, can you please do a oneshot with changki in the mafia, where changkyun takes a shot for kihyun? Angst with happy ending, thank you!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

Originally posted by monstax-official

“I told you this would be a bad idea.” Kihyun hissed, “But no, like always, Changkyun knows best. I told you he’d have someone with him, who goes on deals on their own, and who is stupid enough to go on a deal without a gun? Are you stupid?”

Changkyun rolled his eyes at the lecture that drowned his ears. He stuffed his hands in his pocket as his head fell forward. He looked like a child, the way he appeared like he was sulking. It wasn’t his fault the man had been armed, and how was he to know there would be other people around? As far as he was concerned, he was going to be safe this time, he never expected three armed men to shoot guns after him as he ran, pulling Kihyun beside him.

Pulling Kihyun beside him; he seemed to be doing that a lot recently.

“Don’t ignore me Changkyun, we nearly just died. Do you have nothing to say?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you wanted a love confession after your near death experience. I’ll try harder to remember that next time.”

Kihyun punched him in the shoulder, leaving a stab of pain that Changkyun rose his hand to nurse it dramatically. They walked beside each other, silence falling over them. The warehouse was damp and dark. Drips and drops splat against the murky floors from the ceiling, it smells mildly of damp and mould.

Kihyun flicked the safety lock on his gun, and Changkyun didn’t dare to look at him. Kihyun seemed less harsh on him these days, but he still knew when he could be cheeky and when he was really pushing his boundaries. This was one of those times when he really shouldn’t be pushing his luck. Kihyun was right, they nearly did just die.

“You need to make this up to me by the way,” Kihyun sighed, “I’m not letting you get away with this, this time. You’re always getting us into trouble.”

“It’s not just me, you have your moments too.”

Kihyun placed his hands on Changkyun’s shoulders, bringing them both to a stop. His eyebrow had risen high on his forehead in some kind of astonishment, “Like when, Changkyun?”

Changkyun raised his own eyebrows, “remember the time you told me that we were going to meet Wonho somewhere except it turned out it was only someone pretending that it was Wonho and we nearly died, or the time you got really horny in Shownu’s office and I-”

Kihyun shoved Changkyun backwards then retreated his arms back to his side. “Alright, alright. I get your point.”

“You got my point alright.” Changkyun smirked, earning himself another punch in the arm, “Ow!”

Footsteps emerged from the near distance, and they didn’t belong to either Changkyun or Kihyun. Kihyun pulled the other to a side corridor and pushed both of their backs against the wall, he looked around the wall and saw one of the men from earlier stomping down the corridor.

His thick black leather boots slapped against the floor, his footsteps were louder now they were close. Changkyun made his breath softer, trying to keep as silent as he could. Kihyun clenched his gun, flicking off the safety lock; fatal move.

The gunman stopped, “I know you’re there. Come out, now!”

Kihyun rolled his eyes at the authoritative tone. He stepped out, clearly reckless. Changkyun stretched out his arm to pull him back, but it was too late. Kihyun was out in to flesh, like a target of the gunman’s aim.

Click, boom.

The sound of the gun fired, and it wasn’t Kihyun’s.

Changkyun lurched out, pushing Kihyun forcefully, he almost instantly dropped to the floor. Changkyun followed a few seconds later, crying out in agony as Kihyun shot from his own gun.

A drop sounded in the distance, but Kihyun didn’t watch, he was kneeling over Changkyun with his hands fumbling over his shirt, unbuttoning to reach the wound that pierced his shoulder.

Kihyun worked quickly, as though protecting Changkyun was his second nature. He ripped off his jacket and pressed it firmly where the wound flooded with red fluid that stained the white of both of their shirts.

Changkyun tried to speak, but the darkness overwhelmed him and slowly it took him entirely.

When he woke up again, he felt hazy and confused. The room was white, he wondered if this was heaven, he looked to his left and saw Kihyun sat beside where he lay, he still wondered if he was in heaven.

“Where am I?” He croaked.

“Hospital, you idiot.” Kihyun told him, but there was a playfulness in his tone. “How are you feeling?”

“Like peaches and cream.” Changkyun remarked sarcastically, he tried to sit up, but Kihyun placed his hand on his chest to keep him down.

The memory before he’d passed out swiped back into his brain, and familiarity set around him. He sunk back into the mattress under Kihyun’s hand and sighed deeply. Hsis head banged like a drum, and his shoulder felt numb, but he supposed it was better than the pain that would be underlying the medicine.

“I suppose I should say thank you.” Kihyun shrugged, “You were an idiot, but you saved my life so…”

Changkyun smiled, “I guess that was me making it up to you then.”

Kihyun smiled and shook his head, “I would have prefered something a little less extreme, but I guess it does cover it yeah.”

Changkyun hummed in agreement, he brought his hand up to rub his head when he was stopped. Kihyun gently took his wrist, bringing it back down to his side as he leant down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“My head still hurts, I think I need another one.” Changkyun grinned up at him.

Kihyun scoffed, but he brought his lips back down again.

Everything was hazy and painful, but he would do it over and over again if it meant he could keep Kihyun by his side.

CHDH 1

“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Read on FF.net or AO3.

A few warnings before we get started: This is rated M for explicit language, violence, torture, physical and emotional abuse, character death, sexual abuse, eventual sexual content, possible triggers, controversial topics, drug use, and adult situations.

As you can see, the zombie apocalypse can get quite messy. This is not a story for the lighthearted. The triggering content won’t go into extreme detail, but I did want to put a warning.

In the beginning of chapters where there’s either smut or a possible trigger, I will post a warning so you can choose if you want to read it, skim it, or skip it. (Keep in mind, it will be a while until either happen.)

If at any time you decide you don’t want to continue reading this story then please don’t feel any pressure from me to keep reading. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so don’t compromise your well-being for the sake of a story. That being said, I also want to say I will not change how I write this story. The main plot has already been decided. It’s not meant to be a fluffy piece, but there will be good times shared here and there for our survivors and there will be a relatively happy ending.

I would also like to warn this is a ‘slow burn’ story! So keep that in mind while reading. This is a NALU story, but be warned, this will be a bumpy ride.

I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does! I only own this specific plot, and my OC’s if I choose to create some. There is no updating schedule.

I sincerely hope you read all the warnings and didn’t skip straight to the story, but if you did, good luck. Either way, enjoy!


Chapter One: Section Six

(October 4th, 2017, Wednesday Morning)

Flipping the page of his manga, Natsu read out loud, “'We just said that’s the wrong name!’” He took a breath, changing the tone of his voice a bit. “'No, it’s not! When I made him that shrine, Yato was so happy! He’d wanted it for so long! It can’t be wrong!’”

Eyes flitting to the next page, Natsu continued. “'Or he wouldn’t have cried like that…’”

He sighed, closing his manga and setting it beside him. He didn’t need to turn the page to know what came next. Muttering, he recited the words from the next few pages because he had them memorized. “'Yaboku! Wheeeeew… Welcome back, Yato.’”

Green eyes shut as he leaned back on his mattress, staring up at the fluorescent lights that didn’t work anymore. “This is so boring,” he moaned to himself. He had read his tenth volume of ‘Noragami’ twenty, no… twenty-one times before today.

'If only I had the other volumes. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so bored.’

Shifting against his bed and covers, he tried to get comfortable for a nap. However, the sound of a female’s voice captured his attention. “If it’s so boring, why do you keep reading it?”

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16. The Nameless One.

I started writing this a couple days ago but it didnt feel like it was going anywhere. Lo and behold did that BEAUTIFUL picture of dear old Harold appear and here we are. He must have known. 
Title creds to @whoopsharrystyles, shes lovely!


It happened at 1:24AM. An hour and six minutes ago.

The room was now quiet apart from the slight snuffles that were coming from the tiny little baby that was laying in Harry’s arms in a large, yet rather uncomfortable, arm chair. You weren’t asleep, but you were lying back in your bed, eyes closed and taking some time for yourself before the task of raising a child took over your life.

“Hey, little baby,” you listened to Harry whisper as he gently rocked in the chair. “Yeah, hi. How does it feel to be out in the real world now, little one?” His voice was quiet but high pitched and you could hear the smile on his face.

“I don’t think she can understand you” You spoke and Harry looked up to you immediately, his grin only getting bigger as he watched you adjust yourself.

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MariChat May Day 11: Age Up Marinette

I’d thought that I was being all clever with the birthday thing, but as it turns out, @imthepunchlord beat me to it!  Ah well, great minds think alike, right?  

This is for @ladyofpurple!  I love your work, and I enjoy your comments on mine!  Thank you for both.  :)


Chat Noir was laying back on the lounger, staring at the moon, and pretending to be calm.  He’d known it was too early, that Marinette would still be busy with her family downstairs, but he’d been too excited to wait at home.  As it turned out, waiting on her balcony had been only marginally better.

He heard voices outside the bakery below him, and he popped up to peer over the railing.  Alya was leaving!  Finally!  Marinette would have to come up soon, then, right?  He turned back to watch the skylight anxiously, and sure enough, her lights flipped on only a few minutes later.  He blinked in the bright light, and when he could see again, he tapped gently on the glass to draw her attention.  She waved him in with a smile, but he shook his head, and beckoned for her to join him, instead.

She raised her brows in an expression of curiosity, but climbed up to her bed and then out through her skylight without hesitation.  “Hi, kitty,” she said as her head came up through the door.  “What are you doing here, so late?”

He took her hand to help pull her up, and when they stood, they were very close together.  Chat cleared his throat and took a step back.   “I came to wish my Princess a happy birthday,” he replied with a nervous smile.

“Oh!  Thank you, Chaton.  But how did you know it’s my birthday?”

“A cat has his ways,” he smirked.

“You saw my shout-out on the LadyBlog, didn’t you,” she deadpanned.

“Totally.”  Not really, he thought, but we’ll go with that.

“Mangy cat.”  She flicked his bell affectionately.

He smiled again, recognizing her comment for the endearment it was, and began turning the ring on his finger.  “Hey, um, you’re not afraid of heights, are you?”

“No, why?”

“I have something for you, and—”

“Chat, you didn’t need to get me anything!”

“I didn’t, not really.”  He shifted his weight anxiously, and scratched at the nape of his neck.  “Okay, maybe I did.   It’s a surprise.  But it’s not here, and I was hoping that you’d…let me carry you?”

“Carry me?” she asked, cocking her head curiously.  “Where?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

“Is it a nice surprise?”

“I hope so.”

“All right, then.”

Chat Noir grinned delightedly, and swept her up against him.  “Put your arms around my neck, Princess, and hold on tight!”  He pulled his baton from his back and extended it in one fluid motion, launching them into the night sky.  She gasped and squealed, and her arms clutched him still tighter, but a quick glance at her face showed that she was laughing.  Her joy in the experience was obvious, and it bled into him. In seeing it through her eyes, he was able to appreciate the exhilaration of leaping over the rooftops of Paris like it was new for him, too.

It took only a few minutes to reach the Eiffel Tower by baton, and in spite of being excited for the next stage of his surprise, he hated that it had gone so quickly.  It had felt good to hold her like that; when he set her on her feet, he had to smother the impulse to pull her back to him.  Instead he went around to the side to collect the treasures he’d stashed there earlier, and then followed her to the railing of the observation deck.  He leaned his hip against it, watching her face as she looked out over the city.

“It’s so beautiful up here, Chat.”

“Hmmm.  I’ve always loved the Tower, but I never truly appreciated it until I got to experience it like this.  I wanted to share it with you.”

She turned, opening her mouth to speak, but she her words died when she saw his offering.  He held a decadent chocolate miniature cake on a plate, with a single pink candle perched in the middle.  As she watched, he pulled a small lighter from one of his zippered pockets, and lit the wick.  Its glow sprung up between them, lighting her surprised face with warmth.

“Happy seventeenth birthday, Princess.”

She looked from the candle to his face with shining eyes.  “Chat, I-I don’t know what to say.  This is wonderful, thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured.  Then he leaned toward her a bit more, and whispered.  “Perhaps you should blow out the candle, so we can share the cake?”

“Oh!  Of course.”  She extinguished the candle with a puff of air, and plucked it out to lick the frosting from the end.  “Mmm, frosting is the best.”

He chuckled, and passed the plate to her.  “Here, hold this, so I can get the forks out of the box.”  He grabbed the box from where it sat partially hidden in a corner, and returned to sit next to Marinette.   “Shall we?”

She giggled and sat next to him, and they spent the next several minutes quietly enjoying the wonder of a well-made cake.  When they were done, he tucked the plate and forks back into the plastic box, palming the only item in there that they hadn’t touched yet.  A bubble of nervousness worked its way through his stomach.  Would she like it?

She leaned her head on his shoulder comfortably.  “We probably should not have eaten that whole cake, but it was too good to stop.”

“It really was.”

She sighed happily.  “Thank you, so much, Chat.  This was a wonderful surprise.”

“Actually, I do have one more surprise for you, Marinette.”

She straightened to look at him.  “Another one?  But you already—”

“This was a party,” he explained, with a vague wave to encompass both the Tower and the remnants of the cake.  “And what’s a birthday party without gifts?”

He held out a small black jeweler’s box, free of any decoration or logo, and frowned at it.  “I should have wrapped it.”

Marinette shook her head.  “No, you shouldn’t have gotten it at all.  This is too much, Chat!”

“But I did, so you might as well open it.”  He held it closer to her and wiggled it, making the contents shift slightly. “You know you want to,” he sing-songed.

She took the box with a laugh, and opened it to reveal the charm bracelet inside.  It was white gold, and carried only two charms: a dainty paw print, and a tiny tiara.  Her laugh faded as she frowned into the box, and Chat began to panic.  Did she hate it?

“Oh, Chat, it’s beautiful and I love it, but I can’t accept it.  It really is just too much!”

“I insist, Marinette.  It’s for you.”

“But—”

“I’ll just leave it on your balcony later if you don’t take it now.”

“You stubborn cat,” she sighed, and he knew he had won.


(Don’t worry, he had the cake and such stored in an air-tight plastic container while he went to collect Marinette.  But don’t ask me how he got it up there without messing up the cake.  That cat’s got skills.)