this is probably way too late but this was the idea i had for a birthday gift

@hellogarbagetime wanted to be mean to Tony, so here is Commander Rogers forgetting about Tony’s b-day. Happy birthday, Tony, enjoy.


Steve stumbled into his room, utterly exhausted. He looked at the pile of paperwork awaiting him and the vision of spending yet another evening on it was almost more painful than the bruises from his last Secret Avengers mission. It needed to be done, though, so he stripped out of his uniform and took a quick, hot shower to ease the lingering pain. Then, he splashed his face with cold water, and sat down to sign everything that needed signing.

When he was done, he looked at the clock and saw it was after nine … and he was late. He sighed. He was supposed to meet up with Tony, just pizza and movies, working on rebuilding their friendship—and he didn’t want not to go; everything between them was so fragile still.

But he was so tired. He’d probably just fall asleep and then Tony would be upset. He would be late anyway.

He fired off a quick text to Tony. Sorry, Shellhead, I’m beat—mind if I take a rain check on this movie?

The read icon flashed almost immediately, so he waited until Tony’s reply.

And waited.

Tony usually texted so fast Steve barely had time to look away from his screen when he finished his own message.

He’d gotten worried before Tony finally texted back, Sure. Just one word.

Huh. Maybe Tony forgot about their meeting himself, cooped up in his workshop. Steve was too exhausted to consider it further. He switched off his phone and went to sleep.

***

The following days, Steve was too busy between SHIELD and the occasional Avenging to write to Tony. Tony should understand, Steve excused himself, he was rebuilding his company, he knew what it was like to juggle too many jobs.

Mostly, Steve was scared of messing something else up. It was easier if Tony reached out first.

But Tony didn’t.

***

Steve was channel-surfing when he spotted Tony on tv and focused on the program.  Tony talked about Stark Resilient, their plans for the RT-powered car and more RT-tech in the future. Steve watched him fondly. He always liked seeing Tony talk about his projects. His whole face came alive, and he gestured, obviously excited.

“And that’s all for tonight,” the presenter said finally. “Thank you, Mister Stark – and we hope you had a good birthday!”

Tony smiled, but there was something off about it: he was no longer enthusiastic. This was his perfected press smile and Steve hated it. “Thank you.”

What could—

Oh. Oh.

Tony’s birthday.

Steve didn’t have to look at the calendar to confirm his sudden horrible realisation.

Of all the days he could’ve blown Tony off—he was an idiot. And he hadn’t even realised. Good job rebuilding friendship, Rogers.

He had to make it up to Tony.

His mind went into tactical mode. His first thought was, of course, to throw Tony the best party ever, but he discarded it quickly. Tony hadn’t prepared a party this year, no; he’d just invited Steve in for a quiet night.

Steve swallowed. He’d just invited Steve. Tony wanted to spend time on his birthday with Steve and Steve only.

Steve really hoped he wasn’t misinterpreting it.

***

Steve showed up on Tony’s doorstep the next day, a cardboard box with the sweetest chocolate cake he could find in New York in one hand, and a bouquet of red and richly yellow roses in the other.

“Wow,” Tony said at his sight. “Did I miss something?”

“I did,” Steve said. “I’m sorry.”

Tony shrugged. “No big deal,” he said, but he wasn’t looking at Steve. “I know you’re busy. I might not remember the job, but—”

I’m sorry,” Steve repeated. “I should’ve remembered.” He offered the flowers to Tony. “Happy birthday.”

Tony seemed uncertain as he accepted them, but he smiled. “I appreciate the colours,” he said, turning to walk inside.

“I also have a cake,” Steve said, following Tony.

“I hope you realise this means I’ll subject you to a Star Trek marathon while we eat every last crumble,” Tony joked.

“I hoped for that,” Steve said honestly. “And …”

He hesitated. He never used to hesitate with Tony, but maybe that was a good thing, maybe there could be a new beginning here too.

Tony put the flowers in a vase and turned to Steve, raising an eyebrow. “And?”

Don’t be a coward, Rogers.

Steve leant in and pressed a quick kiss to Tony’s lips before he could talk himself out of it.

Tony stared at him, wide-eyed and silent.

“I—” Steve started saying, but Tony shook his head to stop him.

“That’s your idea of a late birthday gift?” he asked.

Steve wasn’t sure what to say.

“You could at least make it a proper kiss,” Tony said. “If it’s the only one—”

“No,” Steve said. “Not the only one. Just the first.”

And then he leant in for the second. Tony met him half-way.

FUCK YOU - [ JIKOOK ]

Originally posted by gayjikookadi


In which you have the first sentence your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your shoulder, Jimin’s being “Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh”.

Even though Jungkook doesn’t have as bad luck as Jimin does, he isn’t completely satisfied with his “Fuck you” tattoo either.




Jimin had been only three when his mother had told him about soulmates for the first time. He could remember it like it happened just yesterday. That was how clear the memory was.

“Jimin,” she’d said, sitting him down on his bed with an intense look in her eyes. “In your life, you will meet one person who is unlike anyone else. You’ll feel a pull towards them - the first time you lock eyes, you will feel like you’re suddenly whole again, after feeling like you’ve been missing something, no, someone your whole life.

You’ll know them when you meet, but if you ever doubt yourself, a tattoo will appear on your shoulder when you turn five. The first words they’ll ever say to you will be carved into your skin until the day your soulmate says them to you, the very day you’ll first talk to each other.”

Here, she smiled. Like she was remembering something amazing, something special. “And when you meet them, Jimin, don’t you ever let them go. If you lose them, you will feel broken again, and you will lose your will to live and die. Don’t you ever let them go.”

Jimin had thought that the first words his soulmate would say to him would be beautiful and poetic, that the words he would get would be something he could treasure.

Boy, was he wrong.

On his fifth birthday, his whole family gathered around the little boy. On the precise time he’d been born, his shoulder had started to bloom with a numbing pain, just like he’d been told multiple times before.

It took ten minutes - twenty, tops - until the feeling had finally started to fade. That was when he got the courage to glance at the tattoo resting on his collarbone.

“Mom, what’s a boner?” He had asked, as innocent as a lamb, after reading the sentence. She’d gasped harshly, as had most of his relatives, then took a look at his shoulder.

Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh.

At the time, he had no idea what a ‘morning boner’ was, but as the seasons changed and the years passed, he found out exactly what it meant.

And Jimin started to wish that soulmates didn’t exist, so badly that he almost believed it.

Almost.

Because no matter how hard he tried to lie to himself, the truth was that he had the tattoo on his shoulder, and it would never change. And honestly, Jimin couldn’t help hating his soulmate just a bit for it.


***

Jimin pulled the oversized black and white striped shirt over his head and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The shirt left quite a bit of shoulder exposed, and he sighed as he traced a finger over the words. The black letters looked harsh on Jimin’s tan skin, and it made him cringe.

He’d gotten used to the tattoo over the years, but his friends hadn’t. Because of his (stupid) soulmate, he’d become the butt of fifty too many jokes, and, whenever his friends laughed, he wanted to break the nose of whoever would be brash enough to say this.

Stupid soulmates.

Jimin had sworn, when he’d been seventeen and incredibly annoyed after a particularly harsh (but slightly funny) joke, that the first thing he’d say to his soulmate when he met them, no matter who they were, would be a big “fuck you”.

That was what he thought about as he squeezed a generous amount of thick foundation on his fingers and started to spread it on his tattoo. His friends were bad enough; he didn’t need any strangers seeing it at today’s party, which was being hosted but the richest and most arrogant brat on the whole campus. Probably the whole freaking world.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin didn’t know the guy - hell, he hadn’t even talked to him - but he already didn’t like him. He was handsome and rich, and he definitely knew it. Jimin only had agreed to go to the stupid thing because his best friend, Hoseok, had convinced him to. In fact, Hoseok wanted Jimin to go with him so he could hook him up with Yoongi, Jimin’s other best friend. Not an exciting prospect, honestly.

“Jimin, come on! We’re going to be late!” Hoseok yelled through the bathroom door, banging on the wood with heavy fists. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and Hoseok was eager to meet with Yoongi, who would (hopefully) be his date for the night.

“Shut up, I’m coming,” Jimin mumbled, putting the foundation away when his tattoo was covered up the way it was supposed to be. He unlocked the door and pulled it open, glaring. Hoseok knew he hated being rushed, and his roommate gave him an innocent smile.

Hoseok was dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain white top, a blazer and sneakers thrown on for good measure. Very billionaire-playboy-chilling-with-a-glass-of-scotch.

“Woah, you look good”, he complimented him, and Jimin’s glare turned into a smile. He’d parted his hair to reveal his forehead, and even though he wasn’t the most confident person, he felt good about the way he looked for once.

“Now, can we go?” Hoseok pleaded, with big doe eyes for effect, and Jimin sighed.

“Fine, let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, grabbing a pair of black boots. Hoseok watched him pull them on, and Jimin muttered, “Calm down,” just when he was pulled out the door.

***

“Oh my God, I’m so nervous, I think I’m going to puke. I think I look green, do I look green?”

Jimin rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. Hoseok had been rambling for the past half hour, while they walked to the mansion where the party was supposed to be.

“You’ll be just fine, don’t worry. He might seem a bit cold, but I swear he’s all rainbows and unicorns inside,” Jimin said, doing his best to pry his best friend’s claws off his shirt (it was a gift, after all). He snickered when Hoseok kept muttering, ‘oh my God,’ as they arrived. The house was a mansion, almost as grand as Gatsby’s. What else would you expect from a rich brat?

As they made their way to the front door, Jimin started to look around. Yoongi had promised to be here; he owed Jimin a favor, which was why he had agreed to be Hoseok’s date for tonight. Otherwise he probably would’ve just stayed home, writing music in the almost-dark as usual (Yoongi’s dream was to be a famous rapper).

When Jimin finally spotted him, lounging near a wall with a stereotypical red solo cup in his hand, he grabbed Hoseok’s hand and started making his way towards the dark-haired man. Hopefully, he wouldn’t move before they got there.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, that’s Yoongi right there, oh my God, he looks so good”, Hoseok repeated the words like they were the only thing keeping him alive. It was a good thing the music was so loud, otherwise Yoongi would’ve heard. Hoseok was right, Jimin admitted to himself. Yoongi was dressed in all black, with a snapback pulled over his eyes, like in all of his rap videos.

Jimin pushed Hoseok towards Yoongi, who had noticed them and was now standing up straight. Jimin winked and gave Hoseok a thumbs up before he melted into the crowd.

He didn’t need to be a third wheel for the whole night. No, he’d much rather spend his time with some good ol’ shots of strong, liver-killing alcohol. Jimin wasn’t someone who drank often, but his choices were a) be sober and painfully alone or b) be alone and roaring drunk.

Not a hard choice, really.

He found his way to the alcohol and poured himself six shots with a smile on his face. Now that’s what we are talking about. He downed his first shot after he found himself a place to sit (he wasn’t planning on being in any condition to stand for much longer). From his spot, he could see almost everyone in the giant room. His eyes skipped over people until he saw someone he really didn’t want to.

The host of the party. None other than Jeon Jungkook himself.

Jimin scoffed. He was leaning back on the couch, girls and guys surrounding him with a girl in a silvery-blue dress on his lap. Jeon threw his head back in laughter.

He downed the second shot the moment he saw that stupid rich brat sucking faces with another student (wasn’t he Namjoon?). He was nowhere near drunk enough to see that. Another shot disappeared, burning its way down his throat.

A weird feeling bubbled in his chest as he watched the two suck each other’s souls out. He couldn’t quite give the emotion a name, but it felt a lot like… jealousy? No fucking way. Jimin almost laughed out loud at his thoughts, downing a fourth shot. They didn’t even know each other.

The rest of the night was a blur, but he was fairly certain he had ended up drinking way more than six shots. It resulted in some awkward interactions with other students, who were nearly as drunk as him, and of course, he had blacked out on the mansion’s floor before the party had even finished. He could’ve sworn he had seen Yoongi and Hoseok get along well. Of course, if your definition of getting along was kissing rather shyly in a secret corner.  

***

Jungkook saw the boy in the striped shirt the moment he’d walked in.

His silver hair that reflected the light perfectly, his plump lips that he bit when he tried not to laugh - every single thing about him seemed to draw him in. He’d come with someone who looked incredibly nervous, was that his boyfriend? His eyebrows furrowed, ever so slightly, and he shook his head. Why did he care? It was none of his business.

Still, his gaze followed him (wasn’t his name Park Jimin, or something?) intently as he navigated his way through the people in the party, until they reached a guy who looked like he’d rather be anywhere than here. The silver-haired male pushed his friend - something Jungkook had just realized -  towards the guy who had been leaning on the wall. He was short, like Jimin.

Jungkook watched Jimin slip into the crowd, the two boys left looking awkwardly at each other. He rolled his eyes. The two clearly liked each other; what was so hard about talking to each other and actually sharing a conversation instead of awkward, yearning glances?

Jungkook tried to find Jimin, but it was like he’d disappeared into thin air. Had he left? A weird feeling of desperation flushed through the Jungkook as he moved to sit on the couch, people crowding to sit around him. He spotted Jimin a few minutes after, sitting alone with a tray of shots in front of him. Jungkook watched him drink shot after shot, and grinned at the cute way he scrunched up his nose after every single one.

Woah, cute??

Time to move on.

Jungkook turned towards the group he was sitting with, mostly to Namjoon, who sat right next to him. Namjoon was good-looking, he couldn’t deny that, but why didn’t his dimples make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Why didn’t his smile make his stomach flip like Jimin’s smile did? Would Namjoon’s lips make Jungkook feel the way he felt when he saw Jimin?

That was what went through his mind as he leaned towards the platinum-haired male and captured their lips in a kiss that Jungkook found anything but passionate. He could taste alcohol in Namjoon’s mouth, and it most definitely didn’t make butterflies fly around his insides.

He felt like throwing up when he finally pulled away. That was their first and last kiss, Jungkook decided right then and there.

He bolted up from his seat and headed towards the bar - because alcohol was exactly what he needed to drown his feelings.

All Jungkook could remember after that was downing way too much whiskey, keeping his hands to himself way too little, and getting way, way too drunk.

***

Jimin let out a groan as he forced his eyes open, then let out another when he screwed them shut again. The sun was high up already, and the room  was annoyingly, incredibly bright.

There was an ogre in his head, kicking his brain and making everything tremble as revenge for last night. He almost wished he’d stayed at the dorms, cuddling into a fuzzy blanket while reading a good book. But the feeling of being carefree, being completely weightless, was worth the headache. And the nausea.

Jimin shifted to his side. There was something warm and soft, and he burrowed into that soft something, letting out a content sigh. That soft something smelled really nice, pine and cologne and something else, and he breathed in deeply.  After a few minutes of being comfortable, he heard a rumbly voice rasp entirely too close to his ear.

“Excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh,” the person groaned. The way his voice scraped around the edges made heat flood in his chest, like slipping into a warm blanket.

Jimin whined and nuzzled his face into the soft material, mumbling a small “fuck you,” as he did. A few seconds later, the soft something, or someone disappeared, and he hit his head on the cold, hard floor.

His headache split his head in half.

“Ow! What the fuck?” He yelped, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips. When he finally managed to open his eyes, he jumped, nearly six feet in the air.

Jeon Jungkook was sitting in front of him, all messy dark hair and eyes that sparkled in the sun. Jimin’s heart jumped into overdrive.

“What did you just say to me?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward ever so slightly, which made Jimin lean backward ever so slightly.

“Um, ‘fuck you’?” Jimin suggested carefully, playing with his hands and looking at his lap.

“Oh my God,” Jungkook mumbled. Jimin’s eyes turned into saucers when he started to take his shirt off.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?” he stuttered, failing miserably at trying to sound annoyed. Moments later, a sigh slipped past his lips at the image of Jungkook shirtless, the sun hitting his skin like he was a god.

And no, it wasn’t because of Jungkook’s toned chest or abs, not even his arms or beautiful golden skin, but because of the tattoo on his shoulder. Exactly where Jimin’s was. Exactly where the soulmate tattoo was supposed to be.

Fuck you.

“Are you kidding me?” Jimin snickered, his nervousness vanishing. He traced a finger over the words, curling black on golden skin, and nearly smiled when he felt Jungkook shiver. “Does that mean you actually just said ‘excuse you, your morning boner is poking at my thigh’?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned rosy, the prettiest shade of pink Jimin had ever seen, and he looked down on his lap when he nodded. For once, not the arrogant, spoilt brat. “Sorry about that,” he said, “it must’ve not been a very nice thing to have on your shoulder.”

But Jimin didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about any of that, anymore.

He had finally found his soulmate, his missing piece, and my God, was he beautiful.

“You stupid, rich brat,” Jimin smiled, carefully leaning towards Jungkook. His lips curved into a soft smile, headache long forgotten.

“You stupid shortie,” Jungkook muttered just before their lips met. It was like Sunday afternoons, warm and comforting, but there was a layer of passion, just underneath.

And Jimin felt a hole he never knew he had disappear.




(A/N) Ahhhhh the end! Such a fluffy oneshot i LOVE JIKOOK OK

ALSO special thanks to my babe @yoongsigh for the amazing writing prompt and to the lovely bb @quill-ink for editing this and making it 2356293859857 times better <333 ily guys <3 <3

only fools fall for you (I’m a fool)

pairing: jikook

rating: nc16

genre: soulmate au, angst & fluff, implied smut

a/n: for day 7 of #jikook fluff week <3 combining the name tattoo au with this song & post! yall might wanna grab a fluffy bolster/stuffed toy to hug :^))) ahh I’m not even sure this came out coherent omg anyway, comments and notes are very much appreciated u ____ u please enjoy~

summary: “Those who pretend as if they don’t love you,

are the ones who would hate to see you love another person.”

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Best Gift (Tom Holland Imagine)

I know my last imagine was a Tom Holland one too. But today is my baby’s birthday, so I had to do a birthday imagine. I just had to. 

If you haven’t wished Tom a Happy Birthday, then please do! This boy honestly deserves the world.

This was inspired by a request that was submitted to me. I accidentally deleted the request (I’m so sorry to whoever requested for it).  I, however, changed the people in the request. You’ll have to read it to understand. 

I’m also sorry that this is complete shit. Sorry for my potty mouth.

Requests are open (just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!


You were exhausted to say the least. In your head you were practicing a lot of things. For example, your lecture to Harrison about butting into people’s lives and making you jump onto a plane to head to LA, where he and Tom were spending the latter’s 21st birthday. 

In your head was also how the situation was going to play out. You’d imagine the two just walking in, all happy and probably a tad tipsy from drinking considering he’s legal in the US. Then he’s see you sitting on one of the beds. Then anger would boil his blood. And he’d probably go berserk and attack you. Then the two of him would have to spend the night of his birthday hiding your body. 

You shook your head. Tom isn’t a violent guy. That would never happen. In truth, you didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the most wonderful guy walk away. But now, here you are. Sitting alone in his empty hotel room, waiting for him to come back so you can ask him to be yours again. 

Harrison knew how hurt you both were. He was there through Tom’s late night cries and his daily nostalgic routine. When he called you the first night of your break up to yell at you for breaking Tom’s heart, to his surprise, you were bawling your eyes out too. You were both completely broken.

And he was determined to fix that. 

Haz was on the phone all morning with Tom’s family members. He wanted to make today memorable for Tom, but they were fresh out of ideas. That is until Paddy suggested to call you. And that’s exactly what Harrison did. 

You were reluctant to go. You would be skipping out on work and spontaneously flying to the States all because it was your ex’s birthday. Not to mention, what if groveling for forgiveness doesn’t pan out? Had you jeopardized your job for nothing?

Suddenly the doorknob had wiggled. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your heart drop. This could go in two ways: you crying your eyes out because Tom rejected you or you dead in an instant. You shook your head again. Tom wouldn’t kill you.

“And I have one more birthday present for you, mate.” Harrison announced as Tom glumly responded with okay. “Look, man, you gotta pull yourself together. Maybe she can help.”

“You make it sound like a hooker’s in here-” Tom lightly chuckled as he entered the room behind Haz. “(Y/)- (Y/N)?” His voice cracked, tears shining in his eyes. Tom took your appearance in. You looked tired and-well- sad. Your eyes were puffy and red and full of sadness. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m not a hooker, but happy birthday, Tommy.” You whispered, tears unexpectedly falling from your face. “I love you.” 

You thought he’d walk out or scream at you. But he did no such thing. Tom stood there staring at you in awe for a few seconds before rushing over to you and crushing you in a hug. 

“Is this real life?” He muttered, you felt his tears falling from his eyes. 

“Yes, babe it is. I love you so much. I’m so dumb for letting you go.” You cried. 

Harrison smiled in the corner of the room watching the scene unfold. Tom and you just held each other in silence as you cried. 

“I love you, too.” Tom whispered back as you both pulled away from each other. He looked over to your mutual friend. “That’s the Best Gift, man.” 


OMG I’m sorry it sucks. I have not gotten used to writing on Tumblr. I’m so used to writing for assignment. I don’t know how to write well anymore! I’m crying! UGH 

Confessions (Zach Dempsey X Reader)

Request: could you write a zach dempsey x reader where is the reader’s birthday, but she lives by herself so she has no one to celebrate her birthday with, but her best friend zach shows up in the middle of the night with a present for her and he confesses his feelings and it’s all cute and fluff? sorry for the bad english,,, luv your blog

~*Zach’s Pov*~
Today was (Y/N)’s birthday, which is the reason i woke up so early, I needed to get her something. (Y/N) lives alone so she didn’t have her parents or siblings to celebrate with her. Thats why i was going, i didn’t want her to be all alone today. I was also planning on telling her how i felt. I’ve had a crush on her for so long and it was about time I finally admitted it.

After I turned off my 8:30 alarm, i got up to shower. After i was done, I dried off my damp hair, put some clothes on, and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, got some breakfast and was on my way to go find a gift for (Y/N).
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After walking around the mall for a while i became frustrated, it was already 12:48pm and i still have no idea what to get her but then a jewelry store caught my eye and I went it.

‘Girls like bracelets right?’ I ask myself while grabbing one that I thought (Y/N) would like. After that i went to my car and drove off to a random grocery store. I walked in and went straight to the candy and chocolate section.
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‘Really Zach? Chocolate and a large teddy bear, how cliche’ i said to myself while making my way up to her apartment, but it was too late to go back now. I knocked on her door but she didn’t answer but I heard a faint “ill be right there” and I figured it was her.

She opened her door with wide eyes, clearly not expecting anyone.

“Happy Birthday!” I said while smiling at her

She pulled me into a hug and told me to come in. Closing the door behind me i sat on her couch where she sat next to me. I gave her the gift bag that had chocolate and a box with a bracelet in it. She opened it. She was looking at the bracelet when i spoke up.

“It might not be that great, i mean I didn’t know what to get. I was spending a lot of time at the mall and didn’t want to leave you waiting so I grabbed it. If you dont like it i can-”

“I love it Zach” she said cutting me off while giggling, noticing how nervous i was.
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Its been hours since I got here, it was dark out now. (Y/N) and i spent the time joking and laughing at random things and shared inside jokes.

“So uhh (Y/N), I’ve been meaning to tell you something” i say as she looked at me slightly confused.

“Whats up?” She says turning her attention from the Tv to me.

“You see we’ve been best friends for a long ass time now and i really don’t know wether this going to end up good or bad but I’m really worried because I don’t want to miss up our friendship and I just-”

“Just say it Zach” she cut me off, yet again. Apparently I talk a lot when I’m nervous.

“(Y/N) I really like you. Like really like you. To be honest I think I fucking love you but I was scared to confess it before cause I was worried that you wouldn’t feel the same.” I said looking down at my hands while fondling with my fingers.

She placed her hand on mine causing me to look up at her.

“Well shit Zach” she started, “ I’ve always liked you too but I was also scared of admitting it”

Fuck fuck fuck, was she serious? I couldn’t stop smiling. I guess all that nervousness was over nothing. I decided to sleep over at her house that night because it was already getting really late. That night was probably the best of my life.

Promises, Both Kept and Unkept

pairing: philip hamilton x reader but also dad!john laurens x reader

word count: 2600

warnings: swearing, cheating

prompt/request: “um…hi, can you write something where the reader is john laurens’ daughter whose dating philip, but he cheats on her & laurens comforts her. ok thx :)” from @riiotkid

a/n: this one takes place in two different time periods - when they were kids (italics) and when they were dating. it’s kind of emo and sad but either way, enjoy! <3


“Kiddo, a new family moved in next door!”

You looked up from your coloring pages and frowned. “Da-ad,” you whined, “I’m coloring.”

Your father, John Laurens, laughed and shook his head, bending down to grab your hand. “Come on, Y/N, let’s just go say hi and then you can come back and color. It’ll be five minutes. I promise.”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout. “Fine,” you said stubbornly, getting up with reluctance and following your dad out of the front door.

It was a sunny afternoon in August; one that has stuck in your memory for years after. You remember every wavering blade of grass, every fluttering leaf on the trees surrounding your home. The sidewalk was hot, nearly steaming, and the breeze was little relief from the scorching light beating down on you. You looked up at your father to see him shading his eyes, and you repeated the action as you both approached your new neighbor’s house.

You saw him and everything changed.

He was so cute. Cuter than any of the boys in your middle school. His face was splattered with freckles, and his small eyes were shining and bright in the summer sun. As you walked up, a man was bending down to meet the small boy’s height, reaching to the back of his head and trying to pull the wild curls flowing down his back into a ponytail.

“Phil, if your hair gets in your face while you’re carrying boxes, you’re going to fall,” the older man said.

“Da-ad, I’m not gonna fall!” the boy, apparently Phil, complained.

“Phil. You’re going to fall and we both know it.”

Phil pouted the same as you had earlier and crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine.”

“Excuse me?” your father said as the two of you approached. “You’re Alexander, right?”

The man, whom your father just referred to as Alexander, stood up straight and smiled. “Yeah, that’s me,” he said with a nod. “You must be… John, was it? Eliza told me about you.”

Eliza? you thought to yourself. You didn’t know who that was.

“Yeah, I’m John,” your father replied, holding his hand out. Alexander shook it firmly. “This is Y/N.”

Alexander crouched down and held his hand out to you. “Y/N, is it?” he repeated, eyes sparkling. “Nice to meet you.”

“N-nice to meet you too,” you replied, shaking his hand.

“Do you guys need help movin’ in?” your father offered as Alexander stood up once more.

“Yeah,” Alexander responded, slipping his hands into the back pocket of his worn-out jeans. “That’d be great, man, thanks. Little Philip over here can only carry one box at a time, and Eliza’s setting everything up inside.”

“I can carry one and a half,” Philip corrected from the stairs, where he had collapsed during your introduction.

“I can help you!” you exclaimed, practically tripping over yourself as you ran over to the young boy. “I’m strong, just like my dad, see? Look at these muscles!”

Philip laughed and pushed himself off of the stairs. ”I have more muscles,” he said, rolling up the sleeve of his t-shirt and flexing his bicep. “See?”

“No, I do!” you protested, trying to flex yours even more.

“Well, let’s see who can carry the most boxes from the moving truck up the stairs and into the house,” Philip said. “Then we’ll know.”

“You’re on.”

Philip took your hand in his and together, the two of you ran over to the moving truck.

And things hadn’t been the same since.

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|| spiderman loves you ||

{summary: what happens when your crush gets a hold of your journal?}

i really wanted to write something cute for peter because wow i still love him a lot.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @animexchocolate , @moonlight53 , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

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All is fair in love and war

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jimin X reader X Taehyung

Fandom: BTS

Request:  Hey, could you do a scenario where y/n likes Taehyung and Jimin likes y/n. First she doesn’t like Jimin but then she likes both of them and y/n doesn’t know who too choose, and she doesn’t want to ruin V and Jimins friendship 

Originally posted by princessyerim95

“You’re literally a cliché. I told you in the first place it was a bad idea to have a guy as your roommate.” Jimin complained.

He wasn’t wrong. A few months ago you were struggling to pay rent so you decided it would be best to put out an ad for a roommate. Lucky for you a guy around your age, who was completely gorgeous, already friends with your friends, and single just happened to be looking for a place as well.

“Well he’s your friend so I thought maybe I wouldn’t be interested but now I can’t help it…Please just help me this once.” You begged.

Jimin grew a smirk on his face and you already knew his plan was bound to cause trouble.

“What if we make a plan to make him jealous? You and me can pretend to be dating and if he shows interest then we call if off and he’s all yours.”

“Jiminie there’s so many things wrong with that. Are you sure you’re not just trying to take me for yourself?” You joked.

He let out a small laugh. “You say that like I couldn’t have you if I wanted. I don’t need to make excuses for that, babe.”

You rolled your eyes at his lame flirting. The idea of dating Jimin was strange and foreign. Sure the two of you knew almost everything about each other and spent all your time together but that was all as just being friends. If something were to develop between you it would just ruin everything and Jimin knew that for sure. He was careful about his feelings towards you and if it meant watching you date other guys than losing you then he would do just that.

“Let’s just try it. It couldn’t make things any worse than they already are Y/N.”

“We do have that thing with the rest of the boys tonight….do you think it will even catch his attention?”

“I promise you. It’s fool proof.” Jimin smiled.

He stuck his pinky out to you as if he was physically trying to promise you that this would work. With one pinky promise and a nod from the both of you, you had agreed on faking dating. Jimin stood up from the couch, grabbing his phone to stash it into his pocket.

“I’ll see you later tonight then, okay?”

You gave him a smile. “Yeah can’t wait.”

As you hear him leaving the house you also hear him talking to someone else. Taehyung must have been back from the gym as you heard them greet each other and realized the absence of your friend. You jumped up from your bed, running over to your dressers for something. If this whole fake dating thing was going to start you had to make it convincing. So, you pulled out one of Jimin’s shirts that he had left and slid it on before walking out to greet your roommate. Taehyung seemed shocked to see you standing in the doorway with only a t-shirt on that barely covered your underwear.

“Jimin I think you-….Oh. Hey Tae.” You said, casually.

He seemed to be at a loss for words. “Uh..Hey…I think Jimin already left.”

You pretended as if this was news to you.

“Damn. I think he left his charger. Oh well, we’re gonna see him later tonight anyway so I’ll just give it to him then.”

“Looks like you already gave it to him..” Taehyung mumbled to quietly for you to hear.

You titled your head innocently at his annoyed expression.

“Nothing. Never mind. How was today? I felt bad you had to get groceries this week.”

Taehyung reached into the fridge to grab a water bottle as you came over to sit at the seat next to the counter top. You shrugged, taking a sip of your own drink.

“It was fine. How was the gym?”

Speaking of the gym. He always looked incredible when he came back, his hair still wet from the shower he must have taken in the locker room, and still wearing his tight workout clothes. He was a walking tease that you knew you couldn’t have and it was actual torture sometimes. Seriously, how can someone always look this good?

“Same as usual. There was this one girl though that approached me today. It was kind of awkward at first but we must have hit it off because she asked me on a date this Friday.”

You choked. “W-wow..That’s great..”

Taehyung shrugged. “I’m not sure about it though. She’s nice and everything but dating sorta sucks when it’s with a complete stranger. I’d rather it be with someone I know.”

“Yeah, I get that. I feel the same way.” You added, trying to persuade him not to.

“Ha. Maybe we should go out then-”

The words you had been dying to hear had just come from his mouth. You slowly raised your lips from your cup, speechless.

“Yeah. We should.”

Hearing the boldness in your tone, he looked up and met your eyes with a smile.

“How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick out the place, I’ll pay for it, and all I need is for you to be there with me. Sound good?”

You leaned your face into your hand, smiling back at him. “It sounds amazing.”

“Good. We should probably get ready for the party though since it’s kind of late. You should wear that one pink shirt of yours. It looks really good on you.”

His compliment made your cheeks feel warm but your happiness completely shut out the nervousness you would have felt otherwise. In your burst of happiness you had completely forgot the pact you had made with Jimin, not even telling him before you went over to Jungkook’s place for his Birthday party. You and Taehyung arrived together, telling Jungkook happy birthday and handing him his gifts.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You told Taehyung as you stepped away from the two of them.

Before you could even get far you felt someone’s hands covering your face from behind.

“Guess who?” Jimin smirked.

You reached up, holding his hands.

“Hmm. Jin?”

Jimin moved his hands to show you his pouting expression.

“Wrong.”

You playfully pushed his arm, laughing. “I already knew it was you.”

Namjoon came over to the both of you, holding a cup in his hands.

“You two seem friendly tonight.”

Jimin’s arm shockingly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer. Namjoon scoffed, thinking he must have be right but you stood there remembering what you had forgotten before.

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” Jimin let out in a low tone.

A tone that unknowingly sent a shiver down your spine but not in a bad way. Your eyes trailed down to his hand grabbing at your side and you felt yourself blush. Weirdly enough your mind begins to trail off thinking about his hands in general. How nice they must be to hold, how nice they felt on your waist, and god, who knows what he could do with those fingers-

“Hey Y/N! Jimin! Come over here we’re gonna play truth or dare!” Jungkook shouted from across the room, snapping you out of your trance.

Without even a second to protest you felt your fingers interlocking with Jimin’s as he guided you along to the living room. He sat down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. He sure didn’t mess around even if this all was supposed to be fake. Taehyung sat next to Yoongi, sitting across from you, looking not so happy. You should probably just tell Jimin that it’s off and that this was only going to make Tae want to cancel the date if anything.

“Y/N. Truth or dare?” Jungkook abruptly asked.

“Me? Oh, Truth.”

An arrogant smirk came from the boy as he remembered the bit of gossip that Taehyung had told him earlier.

“Is it true that you came out of your bedroom wearing only Jimin’s shirt after he came to visit?”

The rest of the boys shockingly exclaimed, having no idea of this happening. Your face had already began to turn red as Taehyung’s eyes were fixated on your answer. You wanted to clarify but how were you going to explain to them that it was just to make Tae jealous and that nothing was going to between you and Jimin? Even though this was also new to JImin as well he looked pretty pleased at what he had just heard.

“Yeah…It’s true..” You admitted.

“Holy shit. No way..” Yoongi let out as well as Jin.

Jimin bit his lip, trying to act cocky. You felt his hands roaming on you once more as well as his lips being pressed up against the back of your neck.

“She just can’t seem to keep her hands off of me, so I gave in.”

You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms. There was nothing you could do that wouldn’t make you look like an idiot so you avoided even looking over at Taehyung at this point.

“Jimin, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“If you guys really are a thing now, I dare you to prove it by kissing her.”

The rest of the boys were cheering the two of you on but Taehyung stood up, leaving the room. You look back at Jimin.

“There’s no point he already left.” You whispered.

“That’s okay…”

Was all he said before he started to lean in towards you. Feeling pressured you placed your hands on his face while his still held your sides. As only milliseconds went by you finally felt his soft lips now touching yours for the first time. He felt different than imagined and he was actually really good at it. Really good at it. It felt wrong since he was your friend for so long but it also felt as if you were waiting for this moment. Just for a second the thought of Taehyung slipped your mind and you were completely engulfed by the kiss.

By the time he pulled away you already wanted more, looking up at him. Jimin’s lips formed into a small smile that had you melting in your seat. You had to stop yourself from getting too caught up in this when you reminded yourself that it was all fake. The boys had already moved on to the next person and Jimin didn’t seem too caught up in what just happened either. You stood up from his lap. 

“I’ll be right back..” You told him.

Jimin grabbed your hand and you looked back at him.

“Don’t be gone too long.” 

You managed a smile. “Yeah, I won’t.”

Looking around the house you tried to figure out which room Tae must have been hiding in. As you turned the corner you felt yourself run into someone’s chest.

“S-sorry-…Taehyung? Where did you run off to?” You asked, seeing the boy in front of you.

“My phone vibrated in my pocket and I got up to answer it.”

You just nodded, thinking he may be lying. The two of you stood in the quiet hallway without saying a word. Taehyung finally spoke up to break the silence. 

“Did Jimin tell you anything earlier?”

You furrowed you eyebrows in confusion. “What would he have told me?”

“I texted him earlier..it was dumb. I didn’t think you were actually together, I just thought that maybe it was a misunderstanding. No wonder he didn’t reply back.”

“Why? What did you say to him?”

He let out a sigh. “He already knew I had a crush on you so I told him to back off if something was going on between the two of you. I wasn’t trying to get between you if you were already together but I thought I had a chance when you agreed to go out with me.”

The lump in your throat caused you to stay silent, not knowing what to say. Jimin already knew this whole time that Taehyung liked you so there was no reason to pretend for you two to date. It was then you realized his actual feelings for you and why everything felt so real. You had already liked Taehyung this whole time but now you were starting to get confused. Finally, you decided that the truth would probably be the best thing.

“We aren’t together. Jimin and I, I mean.”

Taehyung’s head snapped up and he finally made eye contact with you.

“But earlier and the kiss-?”

You exhaled in frustration. “It was all fake. I mean it was supposed to be in the first place but I didn’t know that Jimin liked me. I thought he was going to help me go on a date with you but you already asked me on my own and I forgot to call it off. I know planning this might make me seem like a weirdo but it was only because I liked you!”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He asked, sounding unconvinced.

“Yeah…”

“So you like me then? Just tell Jimin that then. You don’t have to cater to him just because you’re his friend. It’s only going to hurt him worse if you keep doing stuff like this.”

“but I might like him.” You said quietly.

“You what?” 

“I don’t know, okay? This really sucks because I know you’re friends and we all hang out all the time and if I pick one of you it will ruin everything! I shouldn’t have even said anything or did any of this in the first place. It’s my fault…”

“Yeah it kind of is. What the hell were you thinking?” 

“I just wanted to be with you! I didn’t want to see you go out for dates anymore, talk about other girls to me, or see you bringing home someone else. I’m sorry that was so selfish of me!”

He scoffed. 

“It’s only selfish because you want both of us!”

Someone knocked on the room door and when you both turned around you saw Jimin in the doorway.

“Is everything okay?”

Taehyung clenched his fists.

“Don’t play innocent! God, I don’t even want to deal with this anymore. I’ll see you at home Y/N.” 

You watched as he stormed out of the room, pushing past Jimin. Ultimately you felt yourself tearing up. You did it. You ruined it. 

Jimin hesitantly walked over to you. When he tried to put his arm around you, you pushed him away.

“Don’t….I’m not playing this game anymore, Jimin. It’s over…He already told me you already knew.” You mumbled.

“And you told him you couldn’t be with him because you liked me.” 

“I’m serious! I’m not picking between the both of you! He’s right. What the hell was I thinking? This is literally a shit show that I started. I’m not ruining things between you two. Just don’t contact me anymore..”

Jimin flinched, not expecting you to yell at him. 

You ran out of the room, pulling your phone out. Your fingers dialed a friend’s number. 

“Hey, Can I spend the night with you? I need to find a new apartment.”

Kitty Kisses

A birthday gift to one of my very amazing friends, @ladyserendipitous <3333 Hope it was an amazing day, you sparkling sandstone! This is written off of something you said about reveal by kitty kisses a week or so ago!

Summary: Marinette sees if Chat Noir’s cat tendencies extend to slow blinks, or, as she liked to call them, kitty kisses.

AO3


It all started when the light of the sun began to fade, and the lights of the city began to illuminate the darkening sky. It had never been unusual for Marinette to be out past the the setting of the sun, for her parents understood her need for inspiration. So when she laid down on a bench in the park nearby her home, as she so often did, she hadn’t expected company.

A dark figure had leaped from the rooftops and landed nearby her, thankfully not startling her because she’d already been tracking its movements from some distance away. She gave him a nod of acknowledgement before returning her attention to the landscape of her city.

Chat Noir didn’t speak right away, but instead sat in front of the bench and settled himself so that his head tilted back, pressing into Marinette’s arm. He watched the city with her, enjoying the moment of peaceful calm that had fallen over Paris. Even with the comfortable silence, Chat couldn’t keep from talking any longer.

“You’re out pretty late, Marinette,” he commented, going the route of obvious observations.

She hummed in response, tracing the lines of the buildings with her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet in a way that perfectly matched the atmosphere of the city. “I have art block. This usually helps.”

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Loving him was Red. Burning Red.

Prompt: Soulmate AU. Both you and your soulmate are born color blind until you meet each other.

Pairing: Reader x Jason Todd/Red Hood

Warning: Angst, tragedy, death, blood.

Author’s note: I’m secretly the biggest Taylor Swift fan ever so I casually slipped in some lyrics. But not enough to consider this a songfic. Sorry, not sorry that this fic is so long. I thought about making this a two-part series but changed my mind at the last minute. Needless to say, I may have gotten carried away. On a totally unrelated note, I’m from Canada so writing this fic felt extremely weird since we spell the words “color” and “gray” differently. That being said, get your tissue box ready and prepare to have your heart torn out of your chest in the most gruesome way imaginable.

The idea of having a soulmate has always been very abstract to you. Though the notion of soulmates has been explained to you time and time again, you never seemed to be able to grasp the concept.

Perhaps it’s because it’s merely impossible to describe color to a color-blind person. Since it’s literally impossible to imagine a color; when your parents and teachers told you about such an obscure concept you were unable to truly understand. Sure, the theory behind it all made sense. In your physics class, you had learned all about the different wavelengths. Heck, you had even gotten a perfect score on your exam!

Maybe your lack of comprehension regarding the matter derived from the fact that soulmates were extremely rare. Only select few were lucky enough to marry their soulmates. The odds were stacked against you. Even your physics teacher couldn’t see colors. The very person to teach you about the principles behind this spectacular phenomenon had never experienced it. Ergo, how could you possibly be expected to fully understand?

Despite your dearest efforts, having never known a life that wasn’t black, white and a million shades of gray, picturing the world in color simply couldn’t be done. You’d stay up late at night trying to visualize what it would be like to acquire this magnificent gift. Whenever you came across a lucky star or a birthday candle your wish would be to one day meet your soul mate. You dearly wanted to have that fairytale ending. All you ever dreamed about was to be the exception to the rule.

However, you never envisioned what the cruel universe had planned for you.

After graduating high school, you decided to move to Gotham city. Your parents weren’t in favor of their only child moving across the country to the crime capital of the world. However, you had been offered a full scholarship from the Gotham University in the program of your choosing. Your parents understood that this wasn’t an offer you could refuse. It was the opportunity of a lifetime.

You moved over to the big city during summer break. You had found yourself a small apartment a few blocks away from campus and walking distance from the grocery store. It wasn’t anything fancy but it was all you needed.

That summer you began to experience something rather strange.

It all begun at the farmer’s market, one Sunday afternoon. You were out buying some fresh vegetables when you accidently bumped into a stranger in the crowd. Suddenly, you could’ve sworn that the tomato in your hand shifted from a dark gray color to a dull red for a split second. But in the blink of an eye, the tint had faded.

You weren’t sure what had just happened, you didn’t even realize that the somber blackish red pigment was a color. Since this was your very first time ever encountering it. You probably would’ve even known what to call the color had you been aware of its brief appearance.  

The next time you came upon this strange sensation was a few weeks later at the library. You were reading your favorite book in the back corner of the old establishment, to avoid getting disturbed. Coincidently, that very same day Jason found himself at the library reading the same book in the adjacent aisle. Neither one of you noticed the presence of the other, since the large book shelved divided you. But it was close enough for your senses to grow faintly stronger.

You didn’t notice the effects that Jason’s mere presence had on you until a few hours later. You were at a coffee shop when you abruptly saw something odd in the corner of your eye. You swiftly turned around and immediately noticed that the restaurant’s logo had unfamiliar tone. The logo that you were staring at was the same color as the tomato that you had held in your hands a few weeks prior. A red so dark it could’ve easily been mistaken for black. The only difference was that this time it lasted a few minutes which gave you time to inspect it closely.

There was no mistaken, you knew exactly what you had seen this time. Naturally, you began to ask yourself a million questions. “Is it really happening? Who is he? Where is he? When will our paths cross again? Will they ever cross again? Where will they cross? Is he also freaking out?” Your brain was racing at the speed of light. All this excitement and intrigue made it impossible for you to fall asleep. Your mind kept playing out various scenarios of your enchanting encounter with this mystery man. You couldn’t help but wonder how it would all unravel. The only thing that you knew with absolute certainty was that your knight in shining armor was in Gotham.

The following day, you went out with a few colleagues for some drinks after a long hard week.

Since it was Friday, yourself and your coworkers stayed at the bar until last call, having a few too many drinks. The bar was located a few blocks away from your apartment ergo, you decided to walk home to avoid having to pay for a cab.

On your way home, you opted for the shortcut. To avoid lurking around the small dark alley, you picked up your pace. But it was no use. Waiting for you in the shadows was a group of lowlifes ready to ambush their prey.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” said the first shadow, eyeing you like a predator about to pounce. “Scream and I’ll cut your throat, bitch.” He threatened.

You felt shivers running down your spine leaving you paralyzed. “P-p-p-please.” You whimpered in absolute terror.

“Relax baby doll, we won’t hurt you. I promise, it’s just a game. Don’t you want to play?” Added the second creep.

By the time you realized that you had made a terrible mistake, the thugs had you surrounded. It was too late to escape and you knew it.

“I would love to play.” Echoed a voice from a nearby rooftop. “But I’m warning you, you’re going to lose.”

In a matter of seconds, the men were disarmed and knocked out by the fabled Red Hood. “Are you alright?” The red hood questioned slowly approaching you. “I can escort you back home if you’d like.”

“I-I’m just shaken up.” You replied. “I’m [Y/N], thank you for saving me.”

“It’s what I do best.” Said the masked vigilante arrogantly. “Now how about we get you home safely?” he then proceeded to wrap his arm around your shoulder for comfort.

As soon as your bodies made contact, the pair of you were hit with a jolt of pure raw energy. It was exhilarating, like fireworks! You felt your soul being kissed by a hint of magic. Colors bursting left and right. Like a euphoric symphony. It was undeniably love at first sight. It felt like finally coming up for a breath of fresh air after being dragged underwater. Neither one of you could say a word. Yet, somehow you both knew exactly what the other was feeling. While the rest of the world was black and white, you were in screaming color.

The walk home was enchanting. The raging colors were overwhelming. Not to mention that against all odds you had met your soulmate. You were in a trance. It all felt like a dream, the most exquisite dream you would ever have. You never wanted to wake up. For a moment, everything was perfect.

When you finally reached your doorstep, the silence broke. “Would you like to come in?” You offered hopefully.

“Of course. I would be delighted. Please, lead the way”

You fumbled for your keys still a little bit drunk, “Got them!” unlocked the door and waltz in, “Welcome to my humble abode!” you exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to stay very long, duty calls. But I promise that I will make it up to you darling. How about tomorrow at 8 O’clock? I’ll pick you up?” Before you could answer, your masked vigilante had disappeared into the shadows.

If it weren’t for the alcohol in your system you wouldn’t’ve been able to fall asleep. The events that had just occurred were allot to process. You were awakened by the sound of the doorbell. You rushed down in hopes of being reunited with the mystery man but instead found a large bouquet of red roses, a beautifully golden wrapped box topped with a red bow and a note on your doorstep.

You frantically ran out in your pajamas in hopes of seeing whoever sent you these gifts but didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary outside aside from a wave of lyrical colors. After giving up the hopeless chase, you walked back into your apartment with the gifts.

You set the box on the counter and put roses on the dining room table to be properly displayed. Afterward, you sat down and carefully opened the delicate envelope. Inside, read a note that said:

Remember, 8 pm sharp. –XOXO

A smile grew wide upon your face as you gently set the note down and delicately unwrapped the beautiful golden box with the red bow. Inside, laid a gorgeous red silk dress along with a second note that said:

Thought I’d help you pick out something nice to wear on our first date. –XOXO

“Who is this guy?” You thought to yourself.

The rest of your day was spent attempting to find the perfect shoes and getting your: nails, hair, and makeup done. You were about to go on the most important date of your life. Naturally, you desperately wanted everything to be perfect. The butterflies accumulated in your stomach caused by a fusion of anxiousness and nervousness made you feel sick.

But all those feeling vanished, the moment the doorbell rang and you opened the door revealing a handsome blue-eyed gentleman. “Good evening Miss. [Y/L/N], you look stunning.”

“Good evening …”

“Todd, Jason Todd. But all my friends call me Jay.”

“Good evening Jay,” you say while blushing, “It’s so nice to finally meet the man behind the mask.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Jason then kindly escorts you to the limousine awaiting you at the end of your driveway. About 15 minutes later you arrived at your destination. An elegant restaurant located just outside the city lines.

Having recently moved to Gotham and not being familiar with Bruce Wayne’s long list of adopted kids you can’t help but ask Jason the most ridiculous question. “Did the Red Hood rob a bank in order to afford all these luxurious surprises?”

Jason chuckled and replied, “No, I’m Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. My father owns this restaurant along with numerous other small companies all operating under Wayne Enterprises.”

As the night progressed you feel more and more in love with this perfect stranger as you grew to know him better. He told you everything about himself. He told you about his family growing up followed by his adventures while living in the streets of Gotham. Then he told the stories about later being adopted by Bruce Wayne, taking over the robin mantle only to be brutally murdered by the Joker and resurrected by a madman. Jason even opened up about his rough time settling after being revived and his new-found alias. Despite having numerous questions, you simply listened to every word. You wanted to capture this moment. You wanted to remember all these wonderful yet tragic stories for years to come. You wanted to assure Jason that you would be there for him from now on. You wanted Jason to know that nothing bad would ever happen again because you’d be there this time by his side. You wanted to ensure him that he would never be alone again.

After dinner, he proposed yet another activity. “I know the perfect place but we have to hurry if we don’t want to miss it.”

Roughly five minutes later, you hoped out of the limousine and thanked Alfred once more. When you turned around your jaw dropped leaving you speechless. Jason had brought you to the most beautiful spot in the world. Just outside of the city was this lovely isolated piece of land. it was perfect. You could smell the fresh air, feel the gentle blades of grass brushing up against your legs, hear the birds singing a poetic melody and see mother nature’s majestic reflection in the still water.

That evening you witnessed your very first sunset. It was captivating. The way the colors danced together in the sky was mesmerizing. You were undeniably in love. Watching the sunset with Jason spontaneously became your favorite thing in the world. It felt like all your problems were lifted. Time stood still and all was quiet. No matter how terribly life in the big city treated Jason and yourself, when you would escape to this paradise you felt nothing but peace.

Jason and yourself would take a trip here every single day to watch the seemingly infinite horizon take away pain and replace it with pure ecstasy. Together, you would admire the flares of reds, oranges, pinks and yellows harmoniously waltz in the heavens.

Alas, Tragedy struck.

Without a warning, fate intervened and robbed you of you most prized procession. It mercilessly stole your one and only source of happiness. Fate was like a ruthless wind. A cruel cold blooded murderer. A violent storm, a force of nature not to be reckoned with. It barged in uninvited and left behind nothing but soul crushing agony.

One stormy night, while you were at home sleeping you heard your bedroom window crack open. However, this didn’t startle you, Jason routinely entered your apartment through the window after patrol. Thus, you didn’t open your eyes and stayed in bed to avoid being up for the remainder of the night. But this time was different. Jason’s body fumbled through the small crack and collapsed on your bedroom’s floor.

A loud thump woke you up from your semi-conscious state. “JASON!” you cried out.  “What in God’s name happened?” you inquired running over to his lifeless body. As soon as you reached him you immediately check his vital signs. Jason’s pulse was weak and his breath was shallow. “D-Don’t worry, everything will be okay. I-I’ll make everything better. J-just stay with me, Jay. Keep your eyes on me.” You frantically said.

“[Y/N], I love you.” Comforted Jason while gently whipping the tears streaming down your face simultaneously leaving an auburn streak on your cheek.

“No, no, no. Stay with me, baby. Don’t you dare leave me like this. I’m not ready to lose you, Jay. I love you.” You cried out while struggling to acquire help. Instinctively you began applying pressure to Jason’s gunshot wounds. But it was no use. A pool of blood had already formed itself. And Jason’s limp arm abruptly hit the ground splashing your face with blood.

Just like that, you knew. You knew he was gone. The love of your life had abandoned you. The thick crimson liquid stained the cold hardwood floor. The vermilion warm fluid ran down your arms. Jason’s blood left a scarlet trace all over both of your clothes. Red. Red was the very last color you would ever see. It burned itself into your mind. From that moment to the end of eternity you would be scared by the devil’s color.

It was ironic how red had once been your favorite color. Not only was it the first color you had ever scene. But it was Jason’s color. That entrancing ruby red used to remind you of the tomato from the farmer’s market, the logo from the coffee shop, the dress you wore on your first date and the roses that Jason had surprised you with. Cherry red, the color that once symbolized love had now become the color of demise.

A few hours later, when the sun rose you came to the terrible realization that you would never be able to go back to your special spot with Jason. The place where you could see the fire burning in the atmosphere. This broke your already shattered heart. Knowing that the sun would keep on rising and setting day in and day out but you would not be capable of admiring it was devastating.

Becoming color blind made you realize just how real everything was. That this wasn’t just some sort of nightmare. That Jason was gone forever. That you would never see your soulmate ever again. That Jason’s comforting voice was nothing more than a memory that would fade away with time. That his comforting touch wouldn’t be felt when you craved his warm embrace. That the smell of old books, leather, gunpowder, cigarettes and aged scotch would slowly vanish from the apartment you shared.

After Jason’s death, the world not only became black, white and a million shades of gray but it became somber. Your world became darker than ever. It was as if someone had turned the lights off.

Blocked at every turn Pt 1

A/n - after watching earlier episodes and seeing how poor Magnus and Alec couldnt seem to catch a break with getting some alone time, this came out. As usual it took a life of its own so once again, be warned. If you like it let me know and i’ll post the second part

The boys were at Magnus’s loft and what had started out as a simple conversation had evolved into a make out session. They were sitting on Magnus’s sofa, Alec leaning into Magnus,  his lips locked to his, one hand sits on his thigh and the other is cupping his neck. Alec deepens the kiss, wanting more but he can sense hesitation from Magnus. He pulls back, frowning.“Ok, so what’s wrong?”“Nothing, Alexander, why would you think that?”“Because I can feel you pulling away from me. Am I doing something wrong?” Alec looked so dejected and confused it made Magnus ache. He gave him a smile and put his hand on his arm, squeezing it gently.“No, my darling, it’s not you. I don’t want you to think that, you’re not doing anything wrong”
“I’m confused so what’s the problem? I know I’m new to this but I can tell your holding back for some reason” Magnus looked away from him and sighed. He owed Alec an explanation but he was worried about his reaction.“Magnus, talk to me”“Alec, I know we’ve had a conversation about me being more experienced and you being new to all this and that we agreed that it wouldn’t matter, and it doesn’t. It’s just, I’m frightened that I’ll lose control with you and do something that you won’t like. I know who I am and as I’ve said before, I’m a lot to get used to. The thing is, being in love with you has caused me to have all these wants that I’ve repressed for so long to rise to the surface. There’s so much that I ache to do with you but then I remember that you are inexperienced and it would kill me if I lost control and did something you didn’t want to and you ran screaming in the other direction” Magnus felt himself holding his breath, waiting for Alec’s reply. It was hard to have such an open conversation with someone about such personal things when you had spent so many years closed off to the world.“First of all, I would never ran screaming from anywhere. Second, you seem to forget that I’ve been repressing my own feelings for a long time as well. The worst part was thinking that what I was feeling was wrong, not normal. You helped me realise that there was nothing wrong with me and I’m so grateful for that. Third, yes, this is my first true relationship and I’m well aware that I’m innocent about a lot of stuff but that’s why I need you to show me, teach me. I can’t think of anything that you would do that would make me want not to be with you. I love you too Magnus.” Magnus smiled at him and leaned over to place a soft kiss to his lips. He felt his body relaxing, the tension draining from him. He was right. He needed to stop treating Alec with kid gloves.“Thank you for being so honest with me about this, Alexander. Your right. I won’t hold back anymore. But I want you to promise me that if you feel uncomfortable about anything, you’ll tell me, ok?”“yes, ok. Can we go back where we left off now?” Alec reached for him, drawing him close again and covered his mouth with his own. This time when Magnus felt Alec wanting more he didn’t hesitate. He flicked the tip of his tongue out to touch his lips and heard Alec’s small intake of breath. He pressed back into him, encouraging him to continue. This time, Magnus darted his tongue past his lips, allowing it to explore Alec’s own tongue. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the soft groan escape Alec.He pulled back softly.“all good?” he asked him. He could already see the answer all over his face. Alec’s eyes looked soft and his eyelids, heavy. Colour pinked his cheeks.“Shut up and get back here” he grabbed him by the front of his shirt and crashed his lips back to his. Magnus put a hand on his waist, slowly moving up his side, loving the feel of his warm muscled body under his hand. Alec still had both his hands bunched in the front of Magnus’s shirt, pulling him as close as he could against him. Magnus gave a small start when he felt Alec’s tongue give a small tentative flick to his lips. He widened the kiss and couldn’t help groaning himself when he felt his tongue touch his own. Alec let go of the front of his shirt and grabbed the back, fingers bunching in the material as he fought to drag it up. Magnus had lost himself in the kiss, his tongue exploring Alec’s mouth, a soft purr vibrating from him. And then he felt him give a muffled laugh. He pulled back, with a questioning look.“What’s wrong?”Alec smiled back at him, his eyes lowering. Magnus couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from that soft pink mouth, lips shiny from their kiss. He frowned and put a finger under Alec’s chin lifting his gaze back to his own.“It’s just, you taste good” Alec’s cheeks coloured, as he smiled back.“So do you, my love” Magnus grinned back, and leaned forward till their foreheads met.“I like that wine you’ve been drinking” Alec looked up at him from under thick black lashes. “Obvioulsy pizza was on the menu for lunch today at the institute” he replied and they both gave a chuckle.“I bet I know else would taste good” Magnus told him. Alec looked at him expectantly. “that deflect rune. It’s been driving me to distraction since I first saw you” He went to move towards his neck but Alec put his hands on his chest.“I want this off” he said, grabbing Magnus’s shirt once again.“Help yourself” Magnus, leaned back, his arms above his head. He smiled at the look on his face. He looked like a child unwrapping a birthday gift. Alec pulled the shirt over his head and off his arms, throwing it to the floor. He sat back, gazing at Magnus’s bare chest and torso. He saw him swallow, hard.“Your beautiful” he said softly, and reached out a hand placing it on Magnus’s pec muscles. He felt a thrill run through him from his touch, his eyes closing. When he opened them again, he heard Alec take in a breath before grabbing both his arms and pulling him into him, kissing him soundly.“By the angel, Mags, your eyes are so hot” he said, between kisses. Magnus realised with a start that he meant his demon mark eyes, that were amber and cat like. No one had ever said that to him before, usually they frightened people, that’s why he glamoured them most of the time. He must of let his guard down without realising it. He pulled back and reached for Alec’s t shirt, reefing it off him and throwing it to meet his own. When he went back to him, he headed straight for that deflect rune. He ran soft kisses from his jaw, feeling Alec tilting his head so he had better access. He mouthed its lines, working his way down to the pulse point at its base and gave it a playful nip. Alec gave a moan, his body arching into him.“Magnus! Aldertree needs you to come to………………….” Jace propped as his boots hit the rug in the living room. His eyes widened and he felt his face burn before he spun on his heal quickly, facing the way he had come in.“Oh damn, guys,…..man, I’m sorry I had no idea………” he spluttered.Magnus and Alec froze. Alec gave an impatient growl, throwing his head back and covering his eyes with his hand. Magnus sighed and rested his forehead on Alec’s chest.“Do you have any concept of privacy, Jace Wayland?” he asked, sitting back from Alec, missing his warmth immediately.“Ah, its Lightwood actually, and how was I supposed to know you two were in here getting some afternoon delight? I’m a Shadowhunter not a mind reader”“what about our parabatai bond? Couldn’t you tell something was up?” Alec asked, frowning. Magnus gave a small snort not daring to look in Alec’s direction.“Dude, lately it’s like your always ‘on’ so the answer to that question is no”Magnus cleared his throat and gave Alec a smirk. He smiled back, lowering his eyes.“can you turn around and at least tell me what was so important that it was worth ruining our afternoon for?” Magnus said.Jace turned but still had trouble looking directly at them as they sat back in the sofa, bare chested and breathing slightly heavy.“Aldertree needs you to track someone for him. He said he needs warlock tracking cause it’s stronger”“how urgent is this request? Can it wait till later?”“well, I’m not too sure, but I could probably stall him, tell him you were otherwise engaged till this evening.” Jace gave them a lop sided grin.“right, that’s settled then. You may go then Mr Wayland, Lightwood, what ever your calling yourself these days. Make sure the door closes on your way out” Magnus gave him a dismissive gesture with one ringed hand before turning back towards Alec. He reached up, pulling Magnus back to him by the chains that hung from his neck, his lips curved in hungry looking smile. Jace gave a cough and after mumbling something about getting a room, left the loft as quick as he could. 

Dear Friend,

August 30, 2016

I don’t want to be alone anymore - not after last night.
Today is harder than usual because I finally got to see the boy I’m in love with.
I finally got to see Him.

I’m alone in my room.
The silence is louder than usual.
How do you shut out the silence?
Is that even possible?
I don’t know how, but my overthinking clouded most of the silence when I started thinking about Him.

I want to think about the good times that we’ve been having - especially last night.
I need more good memories to replace the old one’s that I can’t let go.
The one’s that bring tears to my eyes each time I think about them.
He broke my heart once and I don’t want him to do it again.

Things were getting so perfect for me.
I was finally slowly letting go of him.
I was finally almost fully healed.
But then he shows up in my life again and I welcome him with open arms.
Then things get difficult for me once more.
Because one night alone with him is never enough.
I want him and all of him all the time.
I never want to let him go.
Thankfully, I’ve been seeing him more often now because he moved back here to our hometown.
But I can’t help but think he will just leave me the same way he did before - without notice or warning.
I’m just making the most out of the time that I have with him while I can.

At first, I thought he was just visiting for a while, but he failed to mention that he was staying here for a few months.
I was surprised when he told me this.
Hearing this news was a bittersweet moment for me.
Of course I was very happy that we would be able to see each other more often, but I was also cautious and sad that he could potentially get back with his ex-girlfriend.

The same night he told me he was moving back home, he did mention that he talked to her, but they came to an agreement that they wouldn’t talk to each other anymore.
I will admit I was a little relieved to hear this.
Not just for me, but for him too.
I feel like she was holding onto him only for her own security that this new guy she likes wouldn’t work out in the end.
I think that’s just wrong for her to do.
These are just my assumptions though.
Who knows why she was keeping him in her life.
I just hope he does try to move on from her.
I want him to be happy.
I always want to see him smile.
I just hope I can be that person that makes him happy and smile and laugh.

I’m just glad he’s back in my life.
Back when he was with his girlfriend and living here, I’d see him (literally) once every three - six months.
I thought it was going to be like before, but that wasn’t the case when he came over for the first time since moving back.
I can’t stop thinking about it…
I can’t stop thinking about all the fun we had last night.
New good memories to replace the old bad ones.

I was laying down on my bed about to cry.
I felt so overwhelmed with school, work, money and my loneliness.
Everything was just pouring in all at once.
And there was nothing but silence around me.
I was just about to shed a tear when my phone vibrated.
I looked at my phone.
He texted me!

“Hey.”
The anxiety kicked in.


Yeah?…” I responded.

“What are you doing?” He asked.
My heart started pounding.

Crying.”
*deletes*
I’m just laying down.”

“Is it cool if I go over?”
My hands started to shake.


YES!!”
*deletes*
“Yeah, sure.”


“On my way.”
My legs started to quiver.


A few minutes passed and there he was at my doorstep.
I missed him so much.
I know I had just seen him about a month before - when I went to visit him, but that month felt like an eternity.

He looked adorable as always.
He was wearing a black shirt with gray skinny jeans and black boots.
He did look a little different with his beard though.
That was the only thing different about him.
I had never seen that much facial hair on him before.
It took me a little while to get used to it.
I’m not a fan of beards.
I gave him a hug and we walked to my room.

He sat down at the edge of my bed with something in his hand.
I was so distracted by his eyes that I didn’t realize he brought back a pair of shorts I let him borrow when I saw him last month.  

Before he gave them to me he said, “Alex, I’m sorry if these have any bed bugs on them. And I’m also sorry if they infest your bed and your house.”

I laughed.
”What? What do you mean? Are you being serious?”

He laughed too and got a little shy.
He looked down at the shorts and continued, “Yeah. Before I left the apartment, we had a problem with bed bugs. They were crawling everywhere. But I washed them before I came here. I even used hot water.”

I laughed again, sat next to him, picked up his chin and looked into his green eyes.
”Oh my God. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure there’s no bed bugs in these shorts. And if there is, it’s okay! I’ll just blame you for everything.”
I patted him on the back and smiled.
He started to laugh again.
I could tell he didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore.
He gave me the shorts and I put them away in my drawer.

I started to scratch my hand.
”Oh wow. Maybe you’re right. There are bed bugs in those shorts!”

He smiled and shouted, “Shut up!”

”Sorry. I had to do it. It was just too easy. But okay. I’ll stop.”

I sat down next to him again and we talked for a few moments.
He said he wanted to go out for a while and do something.
So, we did.

Our first stop was a place called Sonic.
It’s this drive-in fast food restaurant that sells really good drinks.
They also have a playground area with sand and an area to play volleyball.

We got down to the playground area.
It was a very hot and humid night (it was my awful idea to get down and I instantly regretted it).
To cool off, I got myself my favorite cherry lime cream slush and he got a cherry slush.
He never even heard of a cream slush.

”It’s like a slush mixed with ice cream,” I tried to explain.

”That sounds gross, Alex,” he said with that stare I love and hate at the same time.
It’s so compelling and sexy.

”What?! It’s not gross! It’s my favorite drink.”

”It sounds gross,” he repeated.

They brought out our order.
I had to make him try my cherry lime cream slush.

”Okay. That’s good!” He said.

”See! I told you!”

”You made it sound gross though. It’s not really ‘mixed,’” he air quoted and continued. “It’s more like blended. They blend the ice cream with the slush.”

I rolled my eyes.
”Okay. Well excuse me for using the wrong terminology.”
We both laughed.

Soon afterward, we debated on what to do next.
It was either an exploration to Target or Walmart.
We would’ve chosen the former, but the store was closing soon.
To Walmart it was!

Now, I know most people would probably think, “What the hell do you do at Walmart at 12:00am?”
To be honest, you can’t really do much.
It’s who you’re with that that question really matters.
I wasn’t bored with him there.
I was just happy that I was spending time with the boy of my dreams.
I didn’t care where I was, so long as I was with him.
We were looking around cracking stupid jokes and I will admit I was being a little sassy with him.
The best part though was that he was being sassy right back.
I liked that.
We explored many sections of this supermarket together.

First, it was the alcohol section.
We couldn’t buy anything because they didn’t sell after midnight.
It didn’t matter anyway.
I’m sure we weren’t going to drink.

Next was the TV and video game section.
We were just looking around, mostly.
I made a joke about getting him a big TV for his birthday.
We laughed.
Then he showed me some video games that he wanted to play.
I made a mental note of them for later.

Then, we went to the toy section.
While I was looking at Power Rangers figurines, he decided to play with the smallest soccer ball he could find.
It looked funny because of his big black boots.
“He’s such a little weirdo,” I thought.
“But he’s my weirdo.”
He kicked it around and through the isles and somehow “accidentally” hit my butt with it.

When he was done with the soccer ball, he amused himself with a hula hoop.
I saw him attempt to do it – he failed.
It was quite tragic.
He didn’t know how to do it, but he tried his best.
Hell, it was way better than what I would’ve done, so I shouldn’t judge.
It was cute seeing him swing his hips around.

Lastly, we went to the book section to find nothing interesting.
So to kill more time, we went to the men’s clothing section so he could look at some t-shirts.
We were not there for much longer.

We finally left our little late night adventure.
We arrived at my house moments later.
I had a little surprise waiting for him there.
It was his birthday last week, so I had a few things for him.

I actually had sent him a card with part of his gift in the mail.
I never got a thank you from him which worried me about the gifts.
I was getting really scared that he didn’t get it.
Coincidentally, the card that I sent him was sent back to me yesterday.
Apparently I put the wrong address.
Everything happens for a reason, and this was definitely for the better.

When he walked into my room, he made himself comfortable and sat down on the same spot from earlier on my bed.
I was starting to get nervous.
I didn’t know how to give him his gifts.
I wanted to surprise him, so I asked him to close his eyes.
His reaction wasn’t what I expected.
He frowned and shrugged his shoulders and asked, “Why?”
I assumed he thought I wanted to kiss him, so I told him to cover himself with my blanket.
He did just that.

I went into my closet to get his surprise gifts and laid them neatly in front of him.
“Okay, you can take off the blanket now,” I said.
He threw the blanket out of the way and looked down.
“Happy birthday!” I shouted awkwardly while I presented him with his gifts.  
In front of him was the card that got sent back to me, a book called The Reason, and a gift from Sephora.

He saw the book first.
He had the biggest smile.
I loved it.
I loved looking at him when he was so happy.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you got this stuff for me. And you got me the book! Thank you!” He said while giving me a really tight hug.

When he let go, the next thing he was curious about was what was in the Sephora bag (he’s always one that wants to take care of his skin, but just doesn’t care to spend money on that kind of stuff).
He took out the tissue paper and saw that I got him a cleanser, as well as a konjac sponge to exfoliate his face.
He had that big beautiful smile on his face again.
“Thank you Alex,” he paused looked into my eyes and continued, “Seriously.”
“You’re very welcome,” I replied.

Lastly, he finally looked at the card in an envelope with his name on it and a return address.
I had to explain to him what happened.
I was a little embarrassed about it because I supposedly put the wrong address, but when he saw it, he said that it was correct.
I don’t how that happened, but I’m glad the post office sent it back.
Because his reaction after reading the card was worth the wait.

The card I got him was cute in my opinion.
I can’t recall exactly what it read, but it was a game controller with a cute phrase.
Inside the card was two gift cards wrapped in a little paper note I decided to write separately.
To be honest, I didn’t know if he was going to keep the card, and I also didn’t know what he would do to it if he did keep it.
I was worried that someone in his family would get nosey and read the personal things I wrote him.
So, that’s why I decided to write him something separate from the card.

On the card, I wrote: I hope you have a great and wonderful birthday. You really deserve it. You’re an amazing person and a great friend. I’m glad to have you in my life. Happy birthday!

On the note, I wrote: So one day I asked you what do you want for your birthday. You jokingly told me, “Buy me groceries.” I didn’t take it as a joke. So, inside this card is a gift card to H-E-B. Go buy yourself some groceries.
He could’ve asked for anything.
Clothes, a game, shoes, cologne – hell, just anything!
But instead of saying any of those things, (or just about anything I could think of) he said, “Buy me groceries.”

He’s such a weirdo.
But he’s my weirdo
.

Things like that make me laugh, and smile, and remind me as to why I like him so much.
He didn’t react when he read this, but when he saw the gift card afterward he laughed and said, “Oh my god you actually got me groceries?! Thank you Alex.”

He continued reading the separate note I gave him.
It was really quiet, and it was making me feel a little nervous.
All I could remember at the time, was that I wrote how much I care for him and that I just want to see him happy.

Moments passed and he just looked at me; speechless and breathless.
He couldn’t stop smiling, and that in return made me smile.
He reached over to me and hugged me once more.
This time, it was different.
I could tell he didn’t want to let me go.
And when I hugged him tighter, he pulled me even closer to him.
He was holding me so tight that he could’ve suffocated me.
But I liked it.
I liked that he didn’t want to let me go.
If I could relive a moment in my life, this moment would definitely be one I’d come back to.

He told me thank you for the last time and slowly let me go.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I swear I wanted to kiss him.
I thought it was a perfect moment, but I knew I shouldn’t.
I knew I had to wait.

After that moment, I was happy.
I felt accomplished.
I felt good.
I felt important.
He’s never looked at me in that way before last night.
I didn’t need anything more, but the night wasn’t over and it just kept getting better.

We talked a lot.
About our problems.
About our futures.
About our feelings.
We cuddled.
We held hands.
We looked into each other’s eyes.
We felt each other’s heartbeat.
This was going on for hours, but it only felt like minutes.
I cherished every single moment of it.

It was 4AM.
I thought it was too late for him to go home so tired.
I insisted that he stayed over, but only if he was okay with it.
He was.
I got up and got some clothes for him to change into.
He walked to the bathroom, changed, and in a few moments was back in my room to join me on my bed.

The rest of the night involved a lot more cuddling.
This time, we were under a ton of sheets to keep ourselves warm from my cold room.
I had my arm around his chest and my legs on top of his.
My head was resting on his shoulder.
I was listening to him breathe.
It was really heavy.
I moved my hand closer to his chest.
I felt his heartbeat.  
It was beating faster than normal.
Was he nervous?” I thought to myself.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Yeah. Of course. Anything.”

I looked into his eyes.
The room was dark, but I could still see the glow in his eyes.
It’s as if they illuminate on their own.
He was staring back at me.
My anxiety started kicking in again.
Before I let it take over me, I asked him the question.
“Can I kiss you?”

He paused.
“Yeah. You can.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. You can kiss me.”

I kept my eyes locked on his.
My left hand found it’s way behind his left ear, tussling his hair.
My right hand found it’s way to his face, caressing his cheek.
Just before I pulled him closer, he reached over to my lips and kissed me.
I pulled away, looked at him again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
It was still him.
I leaned towards him to kiss him again.
And again.
And again…

I didn’t want the night to end.
But as the night got older, a new day started to begin.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
I’m kissing the boy of my dreams.
It was so perfect.
It was so magical.
I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

When my thoughts stopped overflowing, I stopped and said, “It’s getting late. We should really go to sleep now.”

“Yeah. I know. Thank you for everything tonight. I really don’t deserve you as a friend,” he said.

“Yes you do. You deserve to be happy. You deserve the world.”
He gave me a cocky smile.
And I mirrored that smile.

I gave him one last hug and one last kiss.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Alex.”
I turned around and for once in a very long time, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.  

Love always,
Alex

A Hitman’s Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving

Summary: 1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours,  the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works.

Length: 2k

No Rating, passing mentions of sex and various fun things

written for @victuurificrec‘s birthday three days ago

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Those that kill for hire tend to have strange senses of humour. It’s an occupational hazard, some would say, that your jokes become more morbid and you end up sticking out in a group of civilians from having made a few too many jokes about how easy it would be to gut a man and retrieve his kidneys intact to sell to the black market. And a propensity for sticking out in a group of civilians too easily is certainly not good for anyone’s longevity in terms of career or otherwise.

That being said, sometimes Yuuri can’t help but wonder if his job hasn’t warped other sensibilities of his.

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anonymous asked:

how would s76 react to s/o showing her love by offering sweaters or scarf (like she knit and she is super introvert so she does what she knows to try to get his attention) and like she puts the gifts in sort of secret but one day he see her knit and she stress a lot cause shit he knows now (or something like that) (btw young s/o and female pronouns if you can ^-^ )

That request is really adorable, dear Anon! :3 Thank you so much! We hope you enjoy it ^-^


The first time he found one of the carefully wrapped packages in front of his office door after a long, tiring mission, he was utterly confused. He hadn’t ordered anything, he was sure of that. It appeared to be some sort of gift, something he wasn’t used to getting, especially since it wasn’t even his birthday. Sure, twenty years ago there were days when he was drowning in packages from admirers all over the world but now he was completely forgotten. The poster boy was dead. He was dead, except to the few people who found out about his identity.
Soldier: 76 wasn’t someone who got gifts, let alone deserved them, in his opinion.
Yet, he got one. This present, sent by an unknown person, was obviously meant for him since his name was neatly written on the top. Jack’s surprise only rose when he opened it to find a knitted scarf. It had a simple color and pattern, not too bright, not too special, not attracting too much unwanted attention. It seemed perfect for him. Even though it was extremely impractical considering his field of work, he couldn’t ignore how comfortable and soft the fabric felt when he ran his fingers over the material.
So he kept it. And he kept all the other hand-knitted clothes he received ever since then.
Of course, he always questioned where they came from; there has never been a name of the sender on these packages. Jack had an idea who could have sent the gifts to him. Obviously, you were the first person that came to his mind but it didn’t quite add up for him. There was no one else who would give presents to him but why weren’t you giving them to him in person? He doubted his thoughts; you never struck him as a person who would enjoy knitting. Not with your age. It just didn’t seem fitting.
Jack never brought his suspicion up; he never confronted you as he wasn’t sure whether it would make you uncomfortable in any way. There had to be a reason why you kept this a secret if it really was you.

As oblivious as the man was, his assumptions were right.
Each time Jack went on a longer mission, you spent the lonely evenings and nights knitting, sometimes for multiple hours at a time. It helped you relax and for a while, you were able to forget the lonesomeness slowly consuming your heart whenever he was gone. You always placed the wrapped clothes in front of his office about an hour before he was set to return to make sure he wasn’t going to catch you in the act. Sure, you could have given them to him personally but you were too afraid to do so; the thought of him finding your hobby silly and ridiculous scared you even though he seemed to enjoy his gifts a lot. Whenever he was off work, he wore one of your precious hand-knitted garments. Jack was barely seen without one of the many pieces you had made for him. Still, you were aware that knitting didn’t seem quite fitting for a person your age, keeping it a secret was the most comfortable option for now.  Watching him wear your presents was enough for you; it assured you that they really seemed to mean a lot to him. It was fine the way it was. 

On another one of those lonely days, you found yourself sitting in the common room, chatting with Ana and Reinhardt, a half-finished sweater in your hands. Jack had left on a mission around a week ago and wasn’t supposed to return until tomorrow evening.
Ana had found out about your hobby shortly after Jack started wearing the knitted clothes. She barged into your room to assign you to an extremely urgent mission, too urgent to knock on your door and prepare you for her arrival, and found you sitting on your bed, working on a pair of gloves. She had laughed at the sight for a second, not because she found it weird but because she thought it was adorable. After that encounter, she had started to give you a few tips and even taught you a few new patterns so you’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately.
You didn’t mind Ana knowing, she has been very supportive and so was the German man who had found Ana teaching you some tricks one night. 

You were currently talking about your last training session with the older woman when she suddenly brought up a fact you’ve been trying to ignore.

“You know, Jack is going to find about it eventually, sweetie. If he hasn’t already” she mentioned, nodding towards the knitting needles in your hand. You were aware of that, you probably wouldn’t be able to hide it forever but so far the odds had been in your favor.

“I’ve been doing it for almost half a year now and he’s never brought it up. I don’t think he’s got a clue at the moment.”
Your words were full of confidence but there were doubts in your mind. He might have not addressed the topic yet but even Jack Morrison couldn’t be that oblivious, could he? You sighed inwardly, hoping that you would be able to hold on to that secret for a little longer. But destiny had other plans.

“Let’s not have her worry about it too much, Ana! We should enjoy this evening! Anyway, I believe hell would have to freeze over for him to actually find out about it.” The gentle giant laughed loudly and gave you a pat on the back.

“For who to find out about what?”

You almost dropped the knitting needles when you heard the familiar voice from behind you.
Jack had just entered the room and thrown his duffel bag into the corner before stopping behind the sofa and looking down at you.
You instantly felt the heat rising to your cheeks and desperately tried to hide your red face behind your hands. So much about keeping a secret.

“Speaking of the devil!” shouted Reinhardt in laughter, you would have probably seen him holding his stomach if your eyes weren’t covered. Ana was barely able to stifle her laughs but at least she tried not to make her amusement too obvious.

As Jack saw the knitting equipment in your hands as well as your blushing cheeks, he understood. He slowly went around the sofa and stopped in front of you, muttering a quiet “I knew it” more to himself than the other people in the room. You still had your hands over your face, not being able to gain enough confidence to look up at him. That was until you felt two strong arms embrace your body and the smell of sweat mixed with Jack’s cologne filled your nose. Your eyes widened in surprise.
“You could have told me, you know?” he whispered into your ear, his face nuzzled into your hair.
“I’m so sorry, I was just so worried that you’d find it silly or weird so I was too scared to really tell you, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to hide it from you but I was so stressed and-“ you kept rambling and felt his hands slowly running up and down your back to calm you down.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate your hard work, a lot. I’ve never had anyone do that for me so thank you.”

You shyly nodded as he gave you a loving kiss on the top of your head. 

anonymous asked:

So Seamus, have you and Dean ever kissed?

Pairing: Deamus (Dean Thomas x Seamus Finnigan)

Prompt: “So Seamus, have you and Dean ever kissed?” 

I had this sitting on my ask box since the last time I rped as Seamus aka since forever and I decided to give it a new use.

Notes: Unbeta’d. Messy as fuck.

This is a birthday gift for the adorable @bookwormravenclawgirl - Malu, I’m really sorry for doing this so late. Hope you enjoy it anyways ♥ I love you, sunshine.



“So Seamus, have you and Dean ever kissed?”

He could swear that everything around him froze and time just suddenly stopped working. He should have known. Why the bloody hell would Hermione, Ginny and Luna invite him to a butterbeer in first place? His eyes darted nerviously between the three girls in front of him, before falling down to the floor. It was a bloody set up. For Merlin’s sakes.

He slowly put down the cup, licking the foam that the drink left on his upper lip and making a point into avoiding any and all eye contact possible. Really? The three of them. Sitting in front of him. Shoulder on shoulder, expectant. How could he not notice how extremely odd that was? Because he was as dense and as fucking oblivious as his thick brain let him.

Now y'see, thinking wasn’t exactly his strong point, but he couldn’t avoid it at this point. Anxiety was creeping into him. Hands twisting under the table. The girls were going to be the death of him and not even in the good sense. Was he really that obvious with the way he managed his little crush? He felt like choking at that blalant lie. It wasn’t a bloody little crush. You call your crush little when it just started and took glances once or twice at them or have sudden butterflies on your tummy. He was having years of that shit, to the point of feeling utterly sick all the time Dean speant at Ginny’s side.

There wasn’t a point on avoiding it now, was it?

“Neh, we haven’t”

“I really hope you’re lying to me, you twat, or Merlin help you,” Ginny’s unmistakeble voice crushed the silence. I was probably her best gift. Crushing a man’s will with just the mere sound of her voice.

He sighed and took his eyes away from the really interesting hardboard floor of the pub. His legs bouncing without any rythm. The three sets of eyes burned into him like the worst punishment. Why was he being judged? He knit his eyebrows together, glaring at them. Thank Merlin his eyebrows didn’t get burned earlier today or he couldn’t pull this off. Neither moved a muscle. With or without eyebrows, it didn’t work. He was as defeaning as a kitten. Awesome blow at his ego.

“What was I supposed to do? Trow myself at Dean and kiss him? Just like that?,” he snorted feeling a bit pathetic at how his heart did a somersault in the middle of his chest at the idea, “Right now, a week after he broke up with ye’? Yeah, that’s one of yer best plans. How ‘bout no?”

The way Ginny squinted her eyes at him gave him goosebumps. She was definetely thinking about hexing his ass. There was fire in those eyes and he was gonna get burned alive. But that’s what he wanted. Get burned, get kicked, get hurt and avoid the comfrontation. Avoid showing how he really felt. It wasn’t his best idea, honestly, but it was working. And suddenly that was Luna’s hand on Ginny’s. And Luna’s lips on her  shoulder and later neck. And the fire retreated to a candle flame. Oh. Okay. That was new.

A delicate touch on his hand brought him back to reality. The one outside the fact that Ginny and Luna were something, that is. Back to the pub. Full of people. Where he was getting interrogated on why he hadn’t kissed Dean yet. How big where the possibilities of a rogue dragon to come crashing down into the pub and set him on fire? He should ask Ron to tell his brother about that. Letting a dragon free once in a while could save someone’s life.

“’M not really understanding what does my crush on Dean have to do with anything here,” and that was probably the stupidiest thing he could have said to them. With hand motions and all the drill. He knew it. But sometimes playing dumb gave its rewards. This wasn’t one of those times. Their expressions rapidly growing from complete desbelief to what looked painfully like this poor soul is beyond repair. He pressed his lips into a thin line.

Ginny’s attention was back on him and he wasn’t really sure if it was a good or a bad thing. “It have to do with you both pining so hard into one another that it’s sickening,” he decided that no. Ginny paying attention to him again wasn’t someting good. It was catastrophic, “It’s so sickening actually that we decided to do something about it for you both. So here we are.”

“You know that Dean has been pining on you since second year, right?,” Hermione’s voice broke just before he could retort an answer to Ginny asking her to shove her quidditch broom where the sun don’t shine. His eyes roamed Hermione’s features for a while, trying to come with a twitch or something that could gave in the lie, but there was nothing. Maybe she wasn’t lying. Or he was too bad outing liars. Surely it was the last one. She squinted her eyes at him in response to his silence, “I know what you’re thinking, Seamus, and I’m not lying. He has been pining really hard on you since second year.”

Time seemed to stop again after those words. But it was different from before. There wasn’t fear nor the need to hide under the table. A warm feeling expanded on his chest. His stomach and heart swapped places.

Dean had a crush. On him. A crush on him. Since second year. Woah. His bouncing legs now seemed like if he was marching. His mind remembering every little moment that he thought was misunderstanding. Every little smile. Every time their eyes got swarmed into one another. Every small touch. And how he tried to convince himself that he was being stupid. How could Dean love him back? But Dean loved him back. And he was being stupid by not doing something.

Someone hitted the table with all their strenght, making him jump. Hello again, reality. Ginny was now crouched in front of him on the table. Brown eyes locked on his. A smile tugging at her lips, one that he knew too well. It was the same that she had before every match of quidditch. It shouted mischief to his face.

“What are you going to do, Finnigan? Are you going to stay here, sitting down and thinking, or are you–”

Whatever she kept saying, it was out of his ears reach. He bolted and started to run back to Hogwarts. To the dorms. He felt like exploding from inside out. He felt warmer every passing moment. His heart beating all over the place. Out of the blue, he was laughing at each new step like a crazy man. The weight on his shoulders for feeling unwanted disappearing, giving place to a new set of nerves that made him feel drugged in life. Happiness swirling down in his gut.

Dean loved him back.

Dean loved him.

And this time, he was going to do things right.

Return To Me.

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Authors Note: This is going to be a long note, sorry. I just wanted to explain some things, I started writing roughly 4 years ago after some horrible personal stuff, it took a while for me to decide to start posting that work and sharing it. Writing for me is a way to escape real life, and all the pain, sadness, tough times etc. I use it as a way to deal with things, to just take a step back. When I started I responded to everything (I still try to), and even now I take every comment to heart, but I have been dealing with some horrible things in real life, things I don’t want to get into here. But for the past year some peoples comments on my fics have been making me feel even worse. I love to interact, I love to hear what people think but it hurts to have something I’ve spent free time working on, using as an escape ripped to shreds. It feels personal, because it is personal. I carried on responding even to all the anger, until last year when I reached boiling point. I stopped writing, I stopped posting. Then this fic was born, and I worked on it privately until I felt ready to share again. By now, real life is getting a lot worse, and I’m tired of being made to feel worse about writing, something that is meant to be fun, all because I can’t please everyone (and I really do try to). So if I have an attitude I apologise, but it’s born out of years worth of things. Things I can never explain, but being made to feel not good enough in life and here, it hurts, it hurts a lot more, I don’t expect people to read my fics, let alone enjoy them. But I just expect common curtsey. If you don’t like my work, that’s totally okay! But you don’t have to go out your way to tell me you don’t like it, to tell me you wont be reading, how bad a writer I am. All that does is make me feel worse about my life. I don’t see myself as a writer, let alone a good one. I just hope someone might enjoy reading my work. SO truly I am sorry and it’s taken me awhile to want to post again.
BUT today is @tinaday3w birthday, and I didn’t have a gift for her and she said she wanted to read this, so happy birthday sweetie, I hope you enjoy this surprise. And I am sorry for this one.

Chapter 8: Future.

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Zutara Fic Recs

I’ve always wanted to make a rec list so here’s a super short one. I’m only listing fics that I think need more attention and might not be on other lists.

Completed

Polar Nights by crystalline talisman, T, +75,000 words, 24 chapters

In order to arrange a treaty for the long standing war between the Water Tribe and Fire Nation, Prince Zuko is sent to the South Pole to arrange a truce by Fire Lord Lu Ten, where he is greeted by subzero temperatures, sea prunes, and quirky customs. This of course, is a cake walk compared to the revelation he’ll be marrying the stubborn spiritual leader, Katara. AU. Zutara.

Inspired by the question, “Why does Katara always have to go to Zuko in an arranged marriage fic?” I thought this fic handled the idea of the struggles Zuko would have in the South Pole and you really root for them to work it out.

Slow Heat by CultOfStrawberry, T, +214,000 words, 39 chapters

The Avatar continues his quest to master the elements and defeat the Fire Lord, with Zuko teaching him Firebending. The heat builds up between everyone as the end of summer approaches… especially Zuko and Katara… :includes Blue Spirit!Painted Lady Zutara and Ninja!Zutara!: Set during Season 2 and 3 of the show, with some canon included, but with some really fun twists.

This story has probably been on a few other lists, but I had to include it. There’s obviously a lot going on in this fic, but it’s a really good one!

Call Me Katto by ShamlessLiar, M, +272,000 words, 45 chapters

The Avatar awakens two years late, when only a token resistance still struggles against the Fire Nation. Katara disguises herself as a boy to follow Sokka into war. Not only must she hide her gender from her comrades, she has to help the Avatar while also dodging the creepy prince who’s taken such an intense interest in her. AU for timing.

I don’t know why this isn’t on more lists, maybe it’s implied that everyone knows about it? IDK, but man. So it’s a mulan inspired fic that’s crazy in all the good ways. I will say, Zuko isn’t my favorite, he just really needs to have his Ba Sing Se transformation scene in the sequel The King’s Pet or The King, which is at +126,000 words and I’m still itching for more. I can’t quite explain the series. Just read them, they’re definitely worth it.

WIP

I’m only including fics that were updated last year. While I have others that I love and might not be updated, I figured in a rec list to only go so far back.

Jasmine by Yorushike, T, +287,000 words, 70 chapters

AU, Katara, traveling companion of the Avatar, had always dreamed of the day the war would end, but she had never thought that she would be forced to marry Firelord Zuko, who was said to have killed his own father, for this to happen. Zuko had no other goal than to repent for his sins and bring peace to the world, even if both his allies and enemies feared and hated him.  

This fic is almost finished and at first things are fairly slow, but man, once you delve in and start bingeing things get crazy. The plot is very thought out and I don’t think anything was unintentional. My chest literally hurts during some of the scenes due to Zuko.

Enslaved by sharkflip, T, +109,000 words, 36 chapters

A triumphant war party returns with an exotic slave, a gift for the ruling house. Katara and Zuko AU

My love for this fic knows no bounds. Seriously. Zuko is captured by a water tribe war party. He’s originally a slave but slowly becomes an important member of the tribe. The settings is super realistic in a real world setting. Yes, the author doesn’t update often (she has a real life) but it’s not a forgotten fic. It’s a good fic to reread too.

Cursed Kiss by alwaysZutarian, M, +63,000 words, 10 chapters

Cursed to live with the body of a fearsome beast, Zuko hid from a cruel world that would not hesitate to destroy him, consumed with rage for those who had betrayed him, resigned to a lifetime of solitude. But then a ray of hope came in the form of a beautiful, blue-eyed woman. Could she look beyond his physical appearance and break his curse? Or would he forever remain alone?

As the author mentions in the prologue, this is a take on Beauty and the Beast. I’m SUPER intrigued to see how things play out because 10 chapters in and Zuko is still the dragon. But it’s not weird. And don’t let the M rating scare you, I believe that’s set for future chapters.

One Shot

The Best of Me by Lariren-Shadow, K, +2,000 words

The night before his eighteenth birthday Zuko wraps a bandage around his left wrist. He has a country to run and no time for frivolous things. It will make everything easier if he waits. Zutara Soulmates AU

I love me some soulmate AU. It doesn’t really go past the soulmate reveal, but it’s still a fun short read.

This burden you bear by cowlicklesschick, T, +7,000 words

Word travels, and war stories will be told round campfires and on freighter ships until every person in the world knows what Master Katara did for the new Fire Lord. She fights the burning in her throat at the thought of people knowing why she had to heal him in the first place. Post-war Zutara.

I will say, I never thought about what Katara went through after the war. Good writing with a nice build up to Zutara.

mun-birthday answers

Aaand here we are! I was supposed to get done with this sooner, but got caught up losing it with the most amazing gifts, a couple of which I have reblogged here too because they need to be seen. I had a great birthday and was sucessfully killed with overjoy by my friends!

Before we get started, just letting you know I’m sorry there was still no update this weekend- last week was finally my last exams week for now until next month, but was busy with birthday stuff and prioritized working on commissions. I’ll try to get the blog back to activity this saturday! Thanks for being patient!

Now for the munday asks!

And we’re off to a great start!

(p.s. there’s Katsuyami hcs under the cut so you might want to check that out!)

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