the world cup will forever be the best memory for me

Just some fic recs...

I’ve read a lot of really good fic this year and I just thought the best of the best deserved some recognition.  I tried to weed out the super popular fics, but some still show up because I love them that much.  Also, the ships are numerous and varied.

Running on Air–eleventy7; Drarry
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
*I would murder people to protect this fic.  It’s beautifully written, well-plotted, original, and it reuses certain sentences, making them more poignant the later in the story they’re used.  Like, fuck me up*

the ghost of you–kissmesexybatman; Klance
When Keith goes missing without a trace, all his family and friends are able to do is move on with their lives. When he shows back up after a year, they have to convince him they still want him back.
*I may be slightly biased because the coolest person in the world wrote this, but let me tell you, it’s emotionally heartwrenching, wonderfully written, and gives you a happy ending without sacrificing the needs of the characters*

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.–dawnstruck; Otayuri
Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.
*I’m demi and this fic described exactly what that experience has been like for me, as it features a demi!Yuri.  Beyond that, it was sweet and genuine and I adored it*

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What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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Moments like This

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel Barton
Rating: Teens and Up
Summary: Reader and Steve find a quiet moment together while they babysit Clint’s children.
Word Count: 1.2k
Genre: Fluff!
Warnings: Steve being a dork and it’s set before Captain America: Civil War.
A massive thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for helping me.

Ah, Clint’s homestead. Something every superhero alive in this world would love to have. A stable home. A real home, with your own bed that wasn’t going to crack under another attack. A real home where you could have a nice warm shower that wouldn’t be interrupted because you were needed to save lives again. Feeling free, no duties and just a happy family to live with, that was what you aspired to get once in your lifetime.

Babysitting the kids was another story. Your friend Laura had asked you to watch after her three children while she would enjoy a date with her husband in town. You couldn’t say no, Clint was away most of the time in the year and you knew they needed romantic moments together because you felt yourself living the same story with your boyfriend Steve.

Steve. Watching after two kids and a baby wasn’t an easy task for the super soldier. Even if he was a great tactician in the field, changing a diaper or feeding Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel wasn’t the same thing and had been ridiculously difficult for him.

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Two Ghosts

Note: This is very different from what I’m used to writing. There’s a small bit of smut, but it’s not the main focus of the piece and therefore not quite as detailed as I’m used to writing.

This was very personal for me and I hope you all enjoy it! Please shoot me a message and tell me what you think. Feedback is always appreciated!

xx


I didn’t really want to be here, if I’m being honest. I hated attending work parties alone. They tended to bore on and on and these particular people seemed to enjoy talking about themselves quite a bit and it was exhausting to listen to for hours. But my company was the one throwing the soiree and I didn’t really have an option in the matter. So here I stood, drink in hand, listening to my boss tell some story that I wasn’t actually paying much attention to. I faked a laugh at his crude jokes and chimed in a few times while nonchalantly checking my watch to see if I had been here long enough to quietly slip out without anyone noticing.

Then suddenly my attention was distracted by a voice coming from behind me. It wouldn’t have mattered it had been two years or a hundred I would’ve been able to recognize that voice regardless.

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Glad You Came (Jake Portman x reader)

Originally posted by kittycheshirestuff


Summary: you and Jake find the loop together, but you separate after he goes to talk with Emma. He gets jealous when he realises that you were with Enoch. When you get home, he decides to show his true feelings for you.

 

When Jake asked you to come to Wales with him, you never expected to find the children’s home in such a disastrous state. Nevertheless, after you prodded around, you found more than you bargained for. A loop. Your grandmother had told you about these things called loops for years. You never took them seriously until now, as you stood in Cairnholm, Wales on September 3, 1943.

 

You watched the garden from your spot on the couch. You hadn’t had the need to go outside, though the weather was quite nice. You had met all the children, but you were rather shy around new people and preferred to be alone as you took in everything. Jake was spending his time with Emma, so you had no one to talk to. You silently sulked as you watched them in the garden. You’d been his primary friend for the last few years, and even more so after his falling out with Ricky not too long ago. You hated to admit it, but you were in love with him, but with the weight of everything happening, it would be less than good to bring up now.

 

Miss Peregrine was delighted to see both you and Jacob, although it was strange that she knew your name. Your grandmother never mentioned Miss Peregrine or her loop in Wales, even when you mentioned the trip to her not long ago.

 

“You prefer to be inside?” asked a dark-haired boy, who had his hands full of jars with small and large contents suspended in translucent liquid. You hadn’t seen him before, but he seemed to know of your presence.

 

You nodded, playing with your hands.

 

“Okay,” he said, beginning to walk away.

 

“What are you doing with those?” you asked, as he exited the room.

 

“Come and find out.”

 

Following the boy, you made your way up the stairs to a bedroom, which looked like something straight out of Amityville. Dolls were torn apart on the desk, and small fragments random utensils and parts littered the floor. You tried your best to maneuver yourself around them as you walked to a seat. He seemed to be making dolls, although they looked immensely grotesque and unappealing to anyone, except maybe him.

 

“Enoch, do you want some company?” Olive asked, walking into the room. She stopped as she saw you.

 

“You already have company, never mind then,” she said, quickly turning away. You could hear the hurt and jealousy in her voice. You rubbed the back of your neck, awkwardly.

 

“It’s alright Olive,” you said, standing up. “I just wanted to know what he was doing with these. I get the idea.”

 

“You haven’t even seen anything yet,” Enoch said.

 

You gave him a look. You knew that Olive had a thing for him, and if he was going to do anything about it, you knew that you were best kept out of it.

 

“We have forever, don’t we?” you said, quick smile plastered on your face as you made your way out of the room, leaving them alone.

 

As you walked down the stairs, you couldn’t help but realise that they were stuck in here forever. If any of them stepped out, they would age significantly. You were lucky enough to be able to leave and go elsewhere without Miss Peregrine. Even then, you felt a little intimidated by the other peculiars. They had all these amazing peculiarities and you were just normal, nothing special.

 

“Where have you been?” you heard Jake called to you as you stepped off the stairs.

 

“I went up to see Enoch. I wasn’t up for long,” you said, nonchalantly walking up to him, glancing at your watch. “7 minutes at most.”

 

He let out a sigh. “This is so cool, right?” he asked, looking around the old home.

 

You nodded. “Absolutely amazing.”

 

“I’m glad you like it,” you quickly looked over to see Miss Peregrine by study door. “Y/n, can I have a word with you?”

 

You looked over at Jake, who shrugged.

 

“Okay,” you said, unsure. You walked into the study and Miss Peregrine closed the door behind you.

 

“Take a seat,” she said, referring to a chair that you were precariously close to.

 

You sat down, the cushions making you stumble a bit as they shrunk under your weight. You sat quietly as Miss Peregrine observed you. You were slightly uncomfortable, not knowing what this was even about. Were you in trouble? Did you accidentally break something? You glanced at your watch out of habit. You’d been here for 5 minutes now.

 

Miss Peregrine’s expression went excited as you looked up from your watch.

 

“Miss Peregrine, I don’t mean to be rude,” you said, carefully. “But why did you call me in? Am I in trouble?”

 

She shook her head. “Oh no! Absolutely not!”

 

“Oh,” you said, nodding.

 

“I just wanted to hear about your grandmother,” she said.

 

You raised an eyebrow. “There’s nothing much about her. She lives in Florida with my family, she’s maybe 89, right now? Her name’s Lucille.”

 

“Do you know what her maiden name was?” Miss Peregrine asked, leaning a little closer.

 

You thought about it. You’d never heard her talk about her life before she met your grandfather; maybe snippets of things, but nothing of interest. You racked your brain for the answer, you’d seen it before on a medical record, or something.

 

“Forktail,” you said, the memory coming to mind. “Her last name was Forktail.” You furrowed your brows. You’d never realised how strange it was.

 

Miss Peregrine smiled. “I know her.”

 

Your face dropped. “You know my grandmother?”

 

Miss Peregrine chuckled to herself, nodding. “We went to school a while back. We were the best of friends, we kept in touch for so long. She sent me a letter, telling me that you were coming.”

 

“She did?”

 

She handed you a letter, and the familiar handwriting caught your eye immediately. There was no doubt that this from your grandmother. As you flipped the envelope around in your hands, you immediately recognised it. You had put it in the mailbox for you grandmother on your way to school one morning. You never paid attention to it as you were in a rush to get to school that morning.

 

“I posted this,” you said, smiling to yourself.

 

Miss Peregrine smiled.

 

“Have you found out what your peculiarity is?” she asked, sipping at a cup of tea.

 

You shook your head. “I don’t think I’m peculiar Miss Peregrine,” you told her, saddened. “I’m just ordinary.”

 

“Ordinary people can’t come into loops,” Miss Peregrine said.

 

“I’m peculiar?” you asked, surprised. “I can’t do anything.”

 

“On the contrary, darling,” she said, “You are part of the most important group in the peculiar world.”

 

You raised an eyebrow.

 

“I think that you’ve inherited your grandmother’s peculiarity,” Miss Peregrine said, standing up and walking over to the tall bookshelf behind her.

 

“What is my grandmother’s peculiarity?” you asked, watching Miss Peregrine as she pulled out a book.

 

“She is what we would call an ymbryne.”

 

“An ymbryne?” you asked, confused. That was the strangest name you’d ever heard.

 

“An ymbyrne is a female Syndrigast who is able to manipulate time, as well as turn into a bird.”

 

“So you’re saying that I can turn into a bird?” you asked, slowly.

 

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” she said.

 

You shook your head in disbelief. “I’m sorry Miss Peregrine, but that’s where I have to draw the line. This is officially too much,” you said, standing up. “I’m going to have to head out, it’s getting late.”

 

“Please come back around, our kind is needed in such a dangerous world,” she said, following you as you grabbed onto the door handle.

 

You looked back her, unsure of what to say. “Sure.”

 

Walking back to the hotel with Jake, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at everything that had happened. This whole new peculiar world that you never knew even existed was suddenly a reality.

 

You reached into your pocket, pulling out your cell phone. You quickly dialled your home phone number. Your grandmother answered, like always.

 

“Hey Ma,” you said, a smile growing on your face as you made it back to the Priest’s Hole.

 

“Y/n! How’s Cairnholm? Still wet?” she asked.

 

“Very,” you chuckled. “I see where the letter went.”

 

“What letter?” she asked. You could hear her shuffling through a few papers.

 

“The one you had me post last week to Miss Peregrine,” you reminded. Your grandmother laughed.

 

“I’m glad it got to her. I suppose that you’ve found the loop then,” she said.

 

You nodded, although you knew she couldn’t see you. “I did.”

 

“And did she tell you about who we are?”

 

“Yeah,” you replied, quietly. “She said you can turn into a bird and manipulate time.”

 

“That I can,” your grandmother said, proudly.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” you asked, sitting on yours and Jake’s shared bed.

 

“I started to, but your mother thought that I was feeding you nonsense, so she asked me to stop. For your sake.”

 

You bit your lip, now irritated at your mother.

 

“When you get home, I’ll teach you how to be a proper ymbryne.”

 

“Thanks Ma,” you said, smiling.

 

“Anything for you y/n. Now get some sleep,” she said.

 

“Good night.”

 

As you tossed the phone onto a nearby chair, you laid back into the bed. Everything has changed. This morning, you regretted even coming to Cairnholm as you had SAT prep to do, but now, you knew more about yourself than you ever had before. You were peculiar, as was Jake. As were all the children in the children’s home.

 

Jake walked into the room, smiling at you as he flopped on the bed next to you.

 

“Today was fun,” he said, looking out the window.

 

“Yeah,” you said. “It was.”

 

“What were you doing with Enoch?” he asked, suddenly.

 

You looked over at him. “What were you doing with Emma?”

 

“I asked you first!” he exclaimed.

 

“We’re not 6 Jake,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Tell me!”

 

“He brought me up to his room to show me his peculiarity, that’s all,” you told him, playing with the ends of your hair.

 

“Oh.”

 

“What’d you expect? Just met them all today,” you said, running a hand through your hair.

 

He shrugged, pulling you to him.

 

“Jake, what are you doing?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the fact that your face was in his shirt.

 

“I’m cold,” he said, bluntly. You rolled your eyes, but wrapped your arms around him.

 

“You and Emma got along well,” you said, after a few minutes of silence.

 

“Yeah. She’s great,” he said.

 

You nudged his chest, looking at him with your eyebrow raised. “Do you have a thing for her?”

 

He shook his head. “She dated my grandfather!”

 

Your face scrunched up at the thought of Jake dating his grandfather’s ex-girlfriend. “Ew.”

 

“Anyway, I already like someone else.”

 

“Is it Jamie from Horvich’s class?” you asked, “Because she’s had a thing for you for a while.”

He chuckled. “It’s not Jamie.”

 

“Maya?”

 

“It’s not Maya.”

 

“Jeff?”

 

“Jeff?”

 

“You could be in the closet for all I know!” you exclaimed, laughing a little bit at his reaction. He raised an eyebrow when he realised that you were serious.

 

“I’m not in the closet, y/n,” he said.

 

“Prove it,” you said, smugly.

 

“Fine.”

 

He pressed his lips to yours and you froze in shock. You slowly kissed back, and you could feel Jake smile against your lips as he pulled you closer. You pulled away after a few short moments, your foreheads pressed together.

 

“That was… nice,” you said, quietly.

 

“Yeah,” Jake said, awkwardly.

 

“Does this make us…” you trailed off. “A thing?”

 

“Do you want to?” he asked. 


You shrugged. “I never really thought we’d get to this point.”


“What’s the worst that can happen?” he asked, laying back on the bed.

 

“Oh, you’d be surprised what can happen Portman.”

 

That was how you fell asleep, entangled in each other’s arms. And it was in this moment that you were glad that you came to Cairnholm; there was so much more to your life to discover and it was all because of Jake.





Hey there! I hope you enjoyed this imagine! Requests are still open if you’d like to request anything! 

Nothing Pt.3 (Jungkook/?/Reader) (Ft. BTS)

1 | 2 | 3

Genre: Angst, slight smut, slight fluff

Words: 3.9K

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: The moment you met the man you had slept with the night before, you felt sick to your stomach. (Trigger: slight mature content, cheating, heartbreak)

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On My Way Home

Title: On My Way Home. The Promise. Part 2

Summary: Dean deals with the aftermath of the letter that changed his life.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (very briefly, also mentioned), Jo Harvelle (very briefly), Benny Lafitte, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), John Winchester and Marry Winchester (only mentioned), Bobby Singer (very briefly mentioned), Lexie (OFC), Lisa Braeden (mentioned)

Word count: 6065

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Another letter (way shorter though, I promise). Mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and death of a parent. There are a few more warnings but I don’t want to ruin the story for anyone so look at the tags in the end if you want. :)

Author’s Notes: Wow. So here it is. The second part to “The Promise”. I’m sorry this took me so long, guys, but I fell in love with the first part and I wanted to do this story justice (also, life has been kind of crazy lately). Anyway, I’d really like to thank all of you for the love and support you’ve shown for this fic. It means the world to me and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed working on it.

(Flashback is in italics). Read part one here. 

Originally posted by lucifersagents


“Where are we going?” Y/N breathed out, her hand in Dean’s, a bright smile gracing her beautiful features as they ran together, twigs and branches scratching their skin, trying to slow them down.

The corners of his lips quirked up in a cheeky smirk.

It was hard to believe, really, but life had been good to him lately. They were almost ready to graduate, Y/N had gotten accepted into Columbia and, with his dad and Bobby’s help he’d be able to follow her to New York and start working as a mechanic like he’d always wanted.

And, thank God, she was doing better. The days she’d spent laying on a hospital bed, wounded and bruised, were long gone and she was happy and lively once more, had that spark in her eyes that made him fall in love with her all over again.

“You’ll see.” He winked, giving her hand a squeeze for good measure.

“But the other guys, they’re going to-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout them. They’re too busy to notice we’re gone.”

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Seven Seconds in Heaven

Words: 5.8k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, smidgen of Smut
Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away. 
Warning: Mentions of death and other sensitive things. Tread carefully.

Cr.

It’s another argument.

He is helpless. Frustrated. He’s caught in a blind rage that doesn’t allow him to understand why you said the things you said, why you did what the things you did but then the words spew out of his lips without mercy. When the tears cloud your eyes and you rip your gaze away from him, before he can even utter ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it’, you had already said in the calmest voice-

“We are not doing this here.”

Without looking once back, you ran ahead of him, picking up the pace as much your legs could muster while leaving Jin behind you, feeling helpless and frustrated. He watches as your form disappears meters ahead, amongst the crowds as the glow of the street lamps cast shadows on the pavement; they laugh mockingly at him and follow like tails as he begins to race.

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

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Friends With Benifits

Hello, love bugs!

Warnings-Smut, Fluff, swears

Dan X Reader Smut

So I know that this wasn’t one of my older requests but I had a day and a half and the only thing to take me away was to write some good smut with Dan. Hopefully, I can get back into a rhythm. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Friends with benefits with Dan? Ayy i like your writing xx -Anonymous


Your phone dinged with the familiar ringtone of Dan. It was a Friday night and you had absolutely no plans for the evening. Well, that was before Dan had texted you asking for you to come over. You and Dan had been friends for over three years. Your deeper friendship had been going on for almost two. It started like most friends with benefits relationships start. You were both drunk and horny. He’s a hot man who you trusted and your a beautiful girl who he would trust his first born with. Stumbles and giggles were mixed with feverish kisses. The morning after filled with blushes and the usual “I’m not like that usually.” Then the awkward goodbye sealed with a kiss because it’s not like hours earlier the both of you were seeing each other in many different ways. The both of you hadn’t talked for nearly two weeks, waiting for the other person to text first. How could you let any of this break such a strong friendship? You broke the streak of not talking because if you waited another moment you might have started to really lose your mind.

“Daniel I can’t take it. We fucked and you know what it was fucking amazing. I miss our friendship. For almost a full year I have texted you every day.These two weeks are killing me. I know our friendship may never be the same because I saw your penis but like, I don’t know please just text me back or something.” Hours went by. Okay well honestly just a couple of minutes went by but it felt like hours before Dan finally replied. 

“Y/N, come over so we can talk. Don’t freak I am not friendship dumping you. I just need to talk this shit out in person. Please come over,” It took about four seconds before you grabbed your coat to get out the door. After a short ride on the tube, you finally make it over to Dan’s. Once you reached the door you honestly had to remember that the two of you were going through an awkward thing so you couldn't just walk into the apartment and make you way up to the lounge. How do you knock again? Is it weirder to ring the bell like the postman or is it better to knock the usual friendly rhythm.Before you could think any more on the subject your arm was already knocking before you could over think everything over and over again.

You were looking down at the floor practising the conversation when you felt the air push past you as Dan opened the door. There he was looking so sweet like his curly hair. He had clearly just gotten out of the shower as his hair still had little drips coming from the tips of the baby curls.

“Y/N, It’s good to see you. Listen, I mean please come in.” Dan had placed his hand on the back of his neck rubbing softly at the awkwardness. He had a small smile placed on his lips, Happy to see you but unsure of how to handle this situation. “Look I have never had to have this conversation before so let’s go sit and maybe have a warm drink.” You nodded your head pushing slightly past Dan to make your way up the stairs. 

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Preserved in Pigment

Summary: The reader is visiting her husband’s grave and has a very heart-wrenching conversation with a broken man visiting the grave of his girlfriend.

Word Count: 1398

Warnings: Talk of death & cancer

A/N: So I’ve had this idea saved in my notes ever since the last few weeks of the semester (back when I had so many good ideas but no time to write) and I just needed something super emotional a few nights ago, so instead of going to bed at a normal time like a regular person, I made myself cry for, like, an hour while writing this. Anyway, this is set a few months after Jess dies, but it’s kind of an AU because she really did just die in an apartment fire and hunting isn’t a thing, so Sam doesn’t have any kind of outlet for his pain. He doesn’t have the revenge drive to kill the thing that killed her, because it was literally just a fire that killed her. So he’s just so lost.


Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “It’s such a gorgeous day. You’d absolutely love it, Hayden. The sky is that exact shade of blue that you were raving about in that shop in Florida. And there’s the one, perfect, bubbly, comic book cloud just floating across the sky. Though I guess you can see it, huh? Just from the other side.”

You stayed at his gravestone for a few more minutes before heading to the center of the cemetery. In the shade of an old oak, you sat down and pulled out your watercolors and paper. It didn’t take long to decide which bouquet of flowers you wanted to paint today. Someone had left Richard Flaherty a lovely bouquet of blue poppies, white lilies, and bright yellow sunflowers. Sunflowers had been some of Hayden’s favorites.

You got so lost in the paint, that you didn’t notice the man visiting a grave just a few feet away. Once you realized you weren’t alone, you tuned out his soft words out of respect and tried to focus on the painting again. After a minute or two, you saw him moving towards you out of the corner of your eye. As he got closer, you looked up from your art and gave him a small smile. “Hi.”

“Hi. Mind if I…” he motioned at the ground next to you and you waved at him to join you. Neither of you spoke for a long few minutes, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. In fact, for two strangers who didn’t even know each other’s names, it was oddly comforting.

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FANFIC RECS:
I tried to recommend the ones that haven’t been mentioned before, but if you see a repeat, that just means you must read it. The ones with a star ( ★ ) are the fics that I absolutely love and those that I’m keeping a close eye on because they’re sooo good  ♥  I put the list under the cut because it’s too long. Also, © means the fic is complete, (O) is for ongoing, and (1) is for oneshot. ENJOY!

PS: You might wonder - why ShisuixHinata? Well, just read the fics below to find out. I might be able to convert you *evil laughter*

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Rewriting the Past - Eight [m]

Originally posted by captivatesme

Pairing: ReaderxBaekhyun

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: Baekhyun was your first love when you were sixteen. It was passionate, hot, and messy. But all of that ended six years ago, after a four-year battle for your relationship. Now, you’re twenty-six years old and still reeling from the relationship when suddenly, Baekhyun shows up on your doorstep.

Notes: This chapter is mature and contains smut(and probably not the best-written smut at that, I tried guyssss).


One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight 

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The Sun and The Stars {4}

Previous parts:  Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Word count: 2971

Warnings: mild violence, angsty at the end. Sorry for the wait!! It’s been a crazy couple of days but I finally finished another part. More to come soon!

Originally posted by its-buckyy

Your room went empty most nights. You tended to crawl into Bucky’s bed where his welcoming arms would come around you and the two of you would fall into nightmare-less sleep wrapped up in each other and as the days passed, you could see Bucky opening up to you more, joking and poking fun at you as you became more comfortable at the compound. You spent your time mostly with him but occasionally you would hang out with Sam and Steve while Bucky went elsewhere, no doubt to do his own training session.

You’d also been hanging out with Wanda, studying each other’s powers. Her red tendrils of smoky power were different from yours; you had a much more fluid motion to the way your power moved and it turned out that Bucky was right about you being more powerful than her, although she was close. You had a lot of fun sparring with her, pushing each other to the limit but the fights always ended the same way: with you as the winner. 

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sometimes, forever is just a second


For @ponyregrets, @bgonemydear, and @reblogginhood.  Title is paraphrased from Alice in Wonderland.


Bellamy still feels like he’s floating.  And not the terrifying, stomach-churning floating of his nightmares where he’s the one shoved out the airlock instead of his mother.  This is a pleasant, liquid feeling; like being wrapped in a soft, fuzzy cloud.

He shifts and something warm against him moves.  Blonde hair is splayed out across his pillow and smooth, pale skin is pressed against his chest.  She turns and beams at him, and for a moment, Bellamy can only stare.

It’s Clarke, naked and smiling in his bed.  At first he can’t remember her arrival the night before, but then his brain shutters through a slideshow of her dancing against him, her hips grinding against his leg, their fingers twined together.  He remembers her smile when Niylah poured them both another cup of the Jobi tea, and he remembers her lips finding his in a dark corridor.  He remembers more and more, and each flash— the curve of her hip, the feel of her hair sweeping across his skin— deepens his smile.  “Morning, Bell,” she says, and he realizes she’s never called him that before.  It sits awkwardly, but he brushes it away like a fly in the summer.  He curls his hand around her jaw and brings her up for a lazy kiss hello.  Everything is golden and warm— even the grey metal walls seem welcoming instead of grim and forbidding, and his heart swells.

“Morning,” he says, and wonders if it’s the after effects of the tea or her that has him feeling like this— euphoric and content despite the wave of fire that is coming to incinerate them all.  He runs his hand down her side and stops at a long scar across her ribs.  It’s pink and shiny, long healed, but he rubs his thumb across the raised flesh and frowns.  “When did you get this?”

Clarke giggles.  “You remember,” she says, playful, and he can’t stop himself from stealing a kiss before returning to his fixation.  He shakes his head and she sighs.  “Mount Weather,” she explains, and he furrows his brow again.

“You were injured at Mount Weather?”  He realizes it must have been on her way out the first time, back when he thought she was dead.  Raven had told him she spent the night in medical before he returned, but he’d thought that was just Abby being overprotective.  But now he bends down and kisses it, an apology feeling once more inadequate.

“You must have visited me four times in med bay,” she adds, but Bellamy is too busy nuzzling the soft undersides of her breasts to pay attention.  He hadn’t even let himself want this, but now that she was here he was going to take every second they had.  

But when he goes to kiss her lips again, he pauses.  “In med bay?” he asks, and Clarke cranes her neck to close the distance, but he pulls away.

He never visited Clarke in med bay.  He’d seen her sick or injured dozens of times, but never when there was time to take her to med bay.  Never sat next to her bed, waiting for her to wake.

Another memory stirs in his mind, of an unconscious blonde on a cot in the corner of the clinic.  Of Raven being in the bed next to her, sarcastically telling him off for worrying over nothing.

He shakes it off, but it persists, buzzing in his ear.

Gina had been there too, but that’s wrong— all wrong.  Gina never knew Clarke.  They never existed in the same space; Gina never stood at his shoulder and said Dr. Griffin says she’s fine, come get something to eat while Clarke slept.

Bellamy blinks and the muzzy, liquid feeling in his muscles starts to drain.  The heat fades, replaced by a swelling coldness.  The hip he’s touching is too narrow, the blonde hair he’s seeing just a shade too dark.  He blinks again and it’s like his vision is swirling, telescoping in and out.  The golden haze dims and the world turns grey and bleak like a radio tuning to a new channel.

Bellamy’s stomach turns to writhing snakes.  Clarke’s smile is replaced by Bree’s, and all at once everything comes into focus.  “That tea was some serious shit, wasn’t it?” Bree says, and he feels sick but not because of her. Because of what he did.  “Pretty sure I thought you were my ex at one point,” she continues, completely unconcerned.  “But this was fun.”  She rolls out of the bed and starts getting dressed, brisk and businesslike.  “We should do it again before the world ends,” she says with a wink, and Bellamy does his best to muster up a smile.

He’s not sure it’s convincing, but she buys it anyway.  “See you around, Bell,” Bree says finally, and he waves goodbye.  The door shuts and he falls back against his pillow.

Alone.

Pretty Tears and Dead Soldiers

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1883

Pairing: BuckyxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: You and Bucky have been running around together for what seems like forever. Hiding your relationship from the world and appearing to everyone else as the perfect siblings with the perfect relationship. No one had seen a brother and sister be so close before. You spend your alone time together, making promises and breathing in each other’s skin. But what happens when Bucky enlists in the army? Decades of heartbreak, death, and a super-soldier with amnesia that can’t seem to shake his memory of you.

A/N: This will be a new series, so the summary above is a summary of the entire series, not just this part :) Let me know what you guys think! I can’t wait to go on my next break and play around with this one :)

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Are You Gonna Marry Her?

Just a little something inspired by a post I saw about Jellybean meeting Betty and embarrassing Jughead!

Warning: mentions of steamy Bughead


“Hey, Juggie, where are you?” Betty spoke into her phone, leaning slightly to look out of the window, shifting her curtains with a delicate hand to get a better view of Archie’s house from where she stood. “You don’t exactly live that far,” she joked.

“Err, I’ll be right there,” Jughead replied, his voice a little off.

“Is everything ok?” 

“…yeah. Yeah, it’s fine. I just- I’m bringing a guest,” Jughead said cryptically. He sounded distracted, but Betty knew him well enough by now to know that there was something else underlying his wary tone. He sounded… amused?

“Well, ok. I’ll be here,” she chirped, hanging up the phone after his last promise that he’d be right over. They were supposed to be studying for a History test together. In reality, Betty had just returned from a cheer retreat and she hadn’t seen her boyfriend for over a week and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She felt the tell-tale blush creep over her cheeks and spread out across her chest at the thought of Jughead’s lips on hers, on her neck, her collarbone, his hands slipping beneath her shirt…

She took a steadying breath. They hadn’t actually gone all the way yet. Jughead had confided in her about how he felt. He’d never really felt these kinds of feelings before, what he said he thought were typical teenage boy feelings had never made themselves known to him before he fell for Betty. But he still wasn’t sure what he was comfortable with, he’d told her while averting his eyes, a very out of place pink staining his cheeks while his fingers fiddled with the edge of her shirt peeking out from beneath her pale blue sweater. She’d cupped his face, waiting for him to look at her in the eyes before speaking, telling him that it was ok, that it was all ok. He could feel however he wanted and that was normal, they didn’t have to rush anything or push harder than he wanted. She was here for him, whatever he needed. He’d taken a breath, his shoulders relaxing visibly, before leaning in for a lingering kiss. She knew him now, all of him.

She was surprised, since their talk, at the fervour that slipped into their physical relationship. It was almost as if, Jughead had once told her, he hadn’t really known how to breathe before he’d found her. That every touch of her skin against his lit up a fire within him that he wasn’t aware was waiting to be sparked. He craved it. 

Just before she’d had to leave last week she found herself on her bed, seated in his lap as his hands wrestled desperately with the clasp at the back of her bra. 

“Who designs these things, NASA?” he griped, still failing to undo the tricky hooks while deflecting his teenage embarrassment. She laughed with a glint in her eye and reached round to help him, undoing it with one hand. “Showoff.”

All snarky humour vanished, though, as the offending material fell between them, leaving Betty’s chest bare before him for the first time. He gulped, moving his eyes down slightly, still feeling like he was witnessing something forbidden. 

“Is this ok?” she’d asked, and his chest tightened at her concern. Even here, laid vulnerable before him she was still worried if she had taken things too far for him. He shook his head. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her. He brought up a shaky hand to gently cup the soft mound, running his thumb experimentally across the dark pink peak. Betty’s head fell back, her mouth falling open to let out a deep moan that had all the blood in Jughead’s body rushing south, creating a feeling he wasn’t used to but was certainly coming to like. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, tongue exploring along with his hands in desperation, willing her to be closer to him. Her hips ground down on his and he could have sworn he was a goner.

The sound of a car horn outside pulled them apart, chests heaving, which Jughead definitely didn’t mind in that moment, as they tried to catch their breath. Betty covered her chest modestly as she leaned to look out her window.

“It’s Veronica, I’ve got to go,” she breathed. Jughead groaned, letting his head fall against her collarbone. “To be continued,” she’d promised, biting her lip teasingly.

And that’s what she’d been hoping for now, the memory allowing an anticipatory tingle to settle in the pit of her stomach. Which is why it was concerning her that Jughead was so late. She’d even told him they’d have the house to themselves this afternoon. 

Betty was bought out of her daydream by a dark figure making its way out of Archie’s house and across the street… two dark figures. She squinted to get a better look, noticing the way Jughead turned back, grabbing the little girl’s hand before they crossed the street. 

“Hey, Juggie,” Betty said, questioningly, after answering the door. “Who’s this?” He gave her an apologetic look.

“Hey, Betts. This is my sister, Jellybean. Jellybean, this is Betty.” The little girl turned to him with an annoyed look. 

“I already told you, it’s JB now.” She turned to Betty. “He never listens to me,” she snarked, rolling her eyes in an adorably grown-up way. Betty chuckled, eyes flicking between the two.

“Hi, JB. I didn’t know you’d be visiting,” Betty said, her sunshine smile lighting up her face. 

“Yeah, well mom had to go to a class out of town and I told her it had been forever since I’d seen Juggie so she dropped me off on her way,” the little girl grinned up at her big brother, revealing a missing tooth.

“That’s so sweet. Why don’t you come in? There’re snacks in my room, we were just going to study but I wouldn’t want to take away your time with Jughead,” Betty said graciously, motioning up the stairs. 

“That’s ok, I have some homework to do too,” Jellybean replied, heading straight for the stairs. Betty chuckled as she watched the confident girl go. 

“I’m sorry, Betts, I know it was supposed to be our time but when mom phoned-” Betty silenced him with a long awaited kiss. He melted in front of her.

“It’s ok, Jugs. We’ll have all the time in the world later. She’s family.” Betty turned to follow Jellybean up the stairs and dig out the History books she didn’t know she’d actually have to use today. Jughead stared after her with an awed smile. She was perfect. 

He found them in Betty’s room, Jellybean peering around in wonderment, nosing through Betty’s dressing table. 

“I like your room, I wish mine was as nice as this,” she said, longing coating her voice.

“Well maybe Jug and I could take a trip to come and see you soon and we could help you decorate. How does that sound? I’ll even bring some of the things I don’t need anymore, I’m sure I’ve got a spare set of twinkle lights lying around somewhere,” Betty smiled, giving the girl her full and genuine attention.

“Oh, could you, Juggie? That’d be just the best!” JB turned to look at him, hope shining in her eyes, fingers clutching at Betty’s soft pink duvet. He smirked, shaking his head slightly at the pair before him.

“Sure, JB. We could do that,” he replied, heart swelling with pride for his beautiful girlfriend, gazing back at him with the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. 

The day passed peacefully among the three of them, an afternoon of studying, snacks and a few movies when they grew tired of work. Eventually, Jellybean’s eyes started to drift closed and Jughead tapped her gently to rouse her.

“Time to go, jumping bean,” he murmured as she stirred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and going to find her shoes. Jughead and Betty followed her down the stairs where they stood, facing each other, in front of the door. 

“I had a lovely day,” Betty murmured bashfully, looking up at him from beneath her thick lashes. He slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss, leaving behind the promise of their continuation against her lips. 

“Me too,” he mumbled. Jellybean cleared her throat when they hadn’t broken their gaze for a moment or two. Jughead dropped his hands from her. “Night, Betts.” 

“Goodnight, Betty!” Jellybean called as they descended the steps to the Cooper house. 

“Night, JB!”

“I like her, she’s nice,” Betty heard Jellybean tell Jughead as they stood waiting to cross the street. Jughead laughed. 

“Yeah, she’s pretty great.”

“Are you going to marry her?” Jellybean asked suddenly, a little too loudly in the quiet night air.

“Jellybean!” Jughead shouted, turning back to look at where Betty could still hear them from the porch, his eyes wide and cheeks red. Betty couldn’t help but let out a laugh, louder and purer than she had in a long time. Jughead watched her, all golden and bathed in light and couldn’t help but laugh through his embarrassment. Yeah, he though, I think I might. 

5 times Peter Nureyev kissed Juno Steel and 1 time Juno kissed him back

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts recently about Jupeter and physical affection and Juno’s problem with Not Letting Himself Have Nice Things; thus, this fic was born. Read on for a little bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff and happiness. (Because deep down, all we really want is for Juno Steel to be happy.) 


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“Life can wait one night, Juno. Come here.”

He knows he shouldn’t. He’s been suspicious of Rex from the start; by now he’s almost certain that the Dark Matters agent is not what he appears. The flirtation, the kindness, and even that inexplicable trust could easily all be an act put on to seduce him into incompetence. But now Rex is leaning in, one hand pulling at Juno’s coat and the other curling around the back of his neck, and Juno can’t make himself turn away.

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apologetic.

Originally posted by jjks

Inspired by this prompt by @the-modern-typewriter

“It’s always going to be them, isn’t it?”

“I’m not going to apologise for loving them. I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to apologise for loving them, I just wish you felt the slightest bit sorry about not loving me.”

genre: angst, romance 

word count: 1.6k

a/n: also inspired by too good to say goodbye by bruno mars

There was something about this relationship, you knew it wasn’t going to end in your favour but you ventured into it anyway. You knew you were going to be hurt but you hadn’t a care in the world. You could lose everything, all at once, but you risked it all, in the name of love. This was the best and worst mistake you would have made in your entire life; it would liberate and confine you. You were going to have to let go of him, you knew your happily ever after would leave with him.

“At least tell me why we can’t try and start again? This can’t be how it ends. I can’t lose you, you’re my best friend.” I asked him, almost on my knees in tears. “It’s always going to be her, isn’t it.” I asked, eyes down on the cold, grey concrete. It was pitch black, the sun had set hours ago and the wind blew like never before. As this conversation started, pitiful raindrops fell on my weak body. “I’m not going to apologise for loving them. I can’t.” he muttered sympathetically. He wanted to stay, he really did, but it’s not what his heart wanted, he yearned for her.

“I’m not asking you to apologise for loving her, I just wish you felt the slightest bit sorry about not loving me.” I told him, tears rolled down my cheeks as if there was no end. I looked up to meet his eyes, searching for any sign of sorrow at the fact that this was one-sided. “I do, I thought I did love you. But I couldn’t keep lying to you, I can’t keep lying to myself.” he told me as he wiped the hopeless tears from my cheeks with his right thumb. Afterwards he cupped my face with his warm, but rough hands. “It used to be you and me against the world, Jungkook. What happened to that?”

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Perfect (NewtxReader)

Pairing: Newt/Reader

Prompt: Even in war, Newt and reader tries to stretch their bond, with a forever promise. (Based on the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran)

Words: 1591

Disclaimer: Lots of fluff, mentions war.

In the middle of a war, two hearts trying to survive.

I found a love for me

He never understood humans beings, been more fond to creatures, but you were just… Different, unique, he could understand you, and you could understand him.

You two had something especial, a feeling that was stronger than a bullet, as soft as a petal, and passionate like an adventure.

You were in love.

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Running out into the rain, mud getting under his shoes, but it didn’t matter as long as he was with you, holding his breath, you keep running, trying to keep envolved in the sensation of your hands holding, trying to hide from the catastrophic outside. Because war was cruel and dark, and he needed time to remember how peace was.

Soon you were in a little, slightly comfortable cabin, in the outskirts of the battlefield.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

He saw you smile as you hugged him, and he couldn’t help but laugh cupping your cheeks with his hands, happiness running through his veins, you were amazing because even in the sad and destructive setting of the conflict, you were strong enough to keep your light, to see him the same lovely way, to warm him up with your hugs, to kiss him like it was meant forever, and to smile with the innocence of a child.

Newt’s proud to call you, his.

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

He was seeing you directly at your eyes, and you knew how much that meant.

Caressing your hair as he kissed your forehead, Newt start to think about your past. Being kids since childhood, he never thought one day you would end up together, a good part of his life he believed that Leta was the one, guess he wasn’t seeing what he really had in front of his eyes.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Truth was, it wasn’t that he didn’t loved you, he did, since the first day he saw you watching from afar at the Hippogriff in his yard. But he was too young, he always thought about you as his best friend, the one who would be always with him, it took him a time to realized how did he love you.

I will not give you up this time

Maybe in the past, he hurt you without intention, with his doubts and insecurities, but no more, today he was sure, today he was promising you a forever.

“We’re crazy” Newt whispered with a lopsided grin as he take out the rings from his pocket.

“No, we’re just in love” you laughed winking at him.

“(Y/N)… We’re getting married” his smile was the most big and beautiful you have seen.

“We’re getting married” you reassured kissing his knuckles.

He hold you closer “Oh, love, I want to make you a lot of promises… I will care of you like a Demiguise, and treasure your shiny beautiful heart like a Niffler” Newt flushed slightly, avoiding your sight for a second “I’ll be passionate as an E-Erumpent” you giggled caressing his arms “I want to protect you as mine, like a Bowtruckle, and I’ll trust you as a Thunderbird. But most important, I’ll love you with all my soul, my heart, my everything, forever.”

“Newt…” just a single tear roll on your cheek, his words really had melted your heart.

“M-Maybe those weren’t the most romantic words or the most appropriated, but-”

You cut him off “Those words were the most amazing and beautiful vows I’ve ever heard, and I know how much they meant, I truly loved them Newt, I truly love you, every single detail of you.”

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

You leaned forward to kiss him as you exchanged rings, formalizing your promise with the moonlight as a witness.

Soft sweet kisses you shared, like delicate flowing bubbles flying in the air, so natural, so innocent, so pure.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

You two were humming the same song, the one you danced for the first time together at the Yule Ball, as your feet move slightly from one side to another, your skin heating at the touch of his, with your fingers brushing his hair, and Newt’s hands stroking your low back upside down.

The rest of the world disappeared, the fights, the screams, the memories, everything, it was just him and you, inside the bubble of love.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

It didn’t matter to Newt if you didn’t wear makeup, or the fact that your hair was wet and messy. You were happy, smiling, looking at his eyes with love, and for him that was the most beautiful look.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

Newt blushed at the memory of Theseus’ teasing.

“So, when is (Y/N) moving into our house Newtie? Momma loves her!” He said smiling “Oh, but if she moves in, you wouldn’t snog her in peace!” Theseus bursted into laughs.

“What are you thinking about, Mr. Scamander?” You said playfully.

“In how much I want to snog you right know” he merely answered without thinking.

“Newt!” You giggled trying to hide a flushed smile.

Newt’s face was red “N-No I didn’t, I mean I wasn’t, erm, I…” he stutter ashamed but his mood relaxed when you put your lips on his.

Newt smiled in between kisses, strengthening his grip on your hips. You never make fun of him, always kind with him and his quirky characteristics, so patient and lovely with his love for creatures, so perfect.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

You weren’t just the woman he loved, his best friend, but the woman he wanted a home with, to watch your child running through the garden, teaching them about creatures and seeing them grow up, until you had grandsons to tell stories of his adventures while sitting in a rocking chair holding hands in the porch.“

When the war ends, Newt dreams about taking you to adventures, to live, to save creatures, him and you, loving each other in every part of the world.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I’ll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

You’ve choose him, even if you could have had every man you wanted, you chose him. Even if he wasn’t the most rich or powerful, he could be clumsy and cause a lot of trouble sometimes and he wasn’t the best at social interaction, but you loved him anyways.

And Newt was convinced to be the best for you, to cherish you as a queen and work hard, so one day he could give you the lived he thought you deserved, although the only lived you wanted was a one where he was with you, kissing and loving each other, being man and wife.

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Maybe she wasn’t in a glamorous fancy wedding dress.

Or he didn’t wear tuxedo sweet.

You wear your last clean nurse uniform, Newt was in his dirty battle clothes, but you were immersed in each other, he was admiring you as the most beautiful creature he would ever seen, with the moonlight in your face, your messy hair, the way your face flushed as you see him, simply astonishing.

He felt so lucky, having you between his arms, dancing, your lips on his, what on earth did he do to deserve you? To deserve your love?

"I’m so blessed to have you, Mrs. Scamander”

“It’s my pleasure to be with you, Mr. Scamander”

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

In the middle of a war, two hearts trying to survive.

Loving in each other, in their own world.

They found the peace, in the middle of a storm.

A/N: It’s short I’m sorry 3 it’s more like a drabble (a li'l bit longer that a drabble actually) but it was more about feelings than an actually plot, although the backstory is kinda interesting, I may write an imagine about it (tell me what you think ;))

Also I’m considering about opening requests (I already got one actually (? JAJAJA) but I don’t know ('cause of collage) I’ll see. Also, I’m sorry for the grammatical mistakes

Hope you enjoyed it!

Be a limited edition in this world full of cheap copies!

And remember, your existences matters.

To Love And To Cherish ( Thomas Jefferson x Reader )

(Write-A-Thon!)

Summary: (Y/N) is walking down the aisle, as she remembers her favourite memories with Thomas.

Au: modern

Warnings: A few curse words, macaroni cheese ( if that’s even a warning? ), slight angst near the end

Word count: 1,387

a/n: It’s day 6? Of @hamwriters Write-A-Thonnnn! It’s nearly over, damn that was quick., I’m a quite late on posting. The prompt for day 6 was to write for someone you’ve never written for before. I actually wanted to write for Daveed, but I sort of already write for him in my ‘A Lovely Situation’ series. So, enjoy this Thomas Jefferson fic. :)

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You just couldn’t believe it. After 4 years of dating, you were about to be married to Thomas Jefferson. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your other half. The love of your life. You remembered the first time you met him.

Your teacher was pairing everybody up for a project.

“Hamilton and Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan and lastly, (Y/L/N) and Jefferson.

There was a lot of muttering as everyone that had been paired up walked over to each other. You were about to get up and go over to Thomas Jefferson but before you knew it, he had already made his way to you.

"Hey. I’m Thomas. Thomas Jefferson.” He said as he raised out his hand to shake yours. You shook his hand and started to blush.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

It was the best moment of your life. If your teacher had never pair you both together, you wouldn’t be here, walking down the aisle. You remembered the first time he asked you out.

“I just think it’s overrated!” Your roommate Alex shouted.

You were a college student studying for your exams that were very close and determined your life. 'You were’ is the key phrase. Now, you were having a silly feud with Alex about macaroni cheese. He started it as he pointed out that macaroni cheese tastes horrible.

“What! It’s underrated! It’s macaroni! It’s cheese!” You snapped back.

“It’s bullshit!” He told you. “Hey, have you seen my scarf? I’m late for a date with John.”

You picked up his green and black scarf that was laying on your bed and handed it to him before shouting “Macaroni Cheese is the BEST!” You didn’t really care that the door to your dorm was open. Oh well.

That was until a tall man appeared at the entrance of your room. Shit. You knew who this was. Curly hair that bounced his shoulders, a distinctive handsome face and his favourite magenta sweater. It was Thomas Jefferson. You had likes him as soon as you laid eyes on him. He was extremely clever and was in all of your classes. Thomas would normally sit behind you, and whenever you gazed back, you found him already looking at you.

“Eugh. Alexander Hamilton. Is it you that said you don’t like-oh hello.” Thomas turned to you with a sheepish smile on his face as his hands started to rub his neck, which you noticed was a huge habit of his.

“Hey.” You said quietly with a smile on your face.

“Okay. This is. Weird. I’m gonna go meet John. Have fun with the worst person on earth (Y/N)!” Alex ran out of the room to avoid getting a comeback from Thomas.

But Thomas wasn’t thinking about anything like that. He was thinking about how cute you looked in your comfortable F/C sweater and black leggings, with your hair loose, flowing around your shoulders.

“So….You like macaroni cheese?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah I love it! I just think that it’s insane that Alex doesn’t.” You replied as your hands fidgeted nervously.

“Well then, how bout you and me go eat some macaroni cheese at my favourite restaurant?” He said with a cocky smile.

“Very forward, Thomas, but I’m in. Just wait a sec.” You went into the bathroom looking for something to wear.

“Good. Oh you don’t need something else to wear. You already look cute.” he called out, as if he knew what you were doing.

What? Did. Did Thomas just call me cute? You thought. You went out of the bathroom smiling as he took your hand in his. Your grin widened at the small gesture. Although you thought he was quite forward, you liked it, as it was about time. You felt like it would be forever till Thomas asked you out.

You remembered the lazy nights in his college dorm, watching movies, eating popcorn and cuddling in his bed. There was one of those lazy nights you remembered in particular.

“You comfortable baby?” Thomas whispered as his grip around you tightened. You nodded and kissed his cheek gently.

You were both on his bed cuddling whilst watching a Disney movie marathon. It was one of your favourite things to do with Thomas, and eating macaroni cheese was the other favourite thing to do.

“Hey baby.” He sat up slowly. His eyebrows were furrowed. You could tell that he had been doing some thinking.

“Yes?” You replied as a confused look struck your face.

“Af-After we graduate. I..” He stopped mid sentence, rubbing his neck.

You pulled his arms down and held his hands tightly.

“You can tell me anything. I love you.” You told him.

A warm smile appeared on his face as he continued to speak. “I was thinking if we should. You know. Get an apartment together.”

You were speechless.

“I love you. And whenever I think of my future, I always see you in it. I don’t want you to go any where. Live with me.”

His speech brought tears of happiness to your eyes as he held you in a tight embrace.

After graduation, you and Thomas ended up moving to Virginia and settling down in your new apartment. He started working as a lawyer and you worked as a teacher in an elementary school.

Thomas loved taking care of you when you were sick or hurt. Spending time with you was the thing he loved to do most. So he decided to pop the question. That was one of the best memories.

You were in a fancy restaurant, you were wearing a long silver dress with a slit on the side, along with a pair of silver heels. Thomas on the other hand was wearing a magenta tuxedo. God. He looked so good in magenta. You admitted it was a silly colour yes, but no body can pull it of like Thomas. He loosened his tie a bit.

“What’s wrong? You do that when your nervous.” You asked him.

“Look behind you.” He replied.

You looked behind you. To your surprise there was nothing interesting there. Thomas had just tricked you. You turned your head back and realised the music stopped. Everyone in the restaurant stopped talking. Thomas was knelt down in front of you. Holding an open velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring on it.

You covered your mouth with your hands in shock as he started speaking.

“(Y/N). I love you. I truly do. Words can not describe how much I love you. It’s impossible. And I love you too much that it would be a crime if I didn’t do this right now. You have made me a better person, in fact, you continue to make me a better person. You make me feel complete. You make me feel that nothing in the world matters, because you’re here. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?”

You squealed and pulled him up, cupped your hands on his face and kissed him. After a moment, you separated from him.

“A million times. YES!”

Sure, there were some bumps on the road.

It was your 3 years anniversary and you had prepared a lovely meal for you and Thomas. But the problem was that he didn’t bother showing up. You waited there for a few hours. Not daring to touch the food. Eventually, you sighed and put it all in the fridge before making your way to the bedroom.

You lied down as your heard the front door open. After a while, Thomas snuck into the bed and wrapped his arms around you. You flinched and pulled away from him.

“Baby? (Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s our 3 years anniversary today. You didn’t come home and eat the meal I spent all day making.” You said in a monotone voice.

“What? Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I forgot. Shit. Baby. I’m so sorry what can I do for you to forgive me?”

“Sleep on the couch.” You said before closing your eyes and going to sleep.

But those bumps is what led you to this aisle. In the middle of your friends and family. Your dad walking you down this very aisle that will lead you to happiness and love, forever.