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A Soul Mate to Remember

Hello! This is the first chapter of my fic A Soul Mate to Remember! It’s a Soul Mate!AU and it’s for Jason Todd from Batman and mention the bat!fam.

TW: none

Please reblog and share, and feel free to give feed back. The original is posted on my fanfiction page, but it has to do with an OC named Asha, this one is in a different point of view. 

Y/N- Your Name

H/C- your hair color

Chapter 1

   You checked your closet again. Hoping that you could find the perfect dress out of all of them, but again, came up empty. So, you reluctently called your mother, who had just gotten off work,“Hello,” her peppy voice picked up.

“I can’t find a good dress for Uncle Greg’s party. Can we go shopping?”

“Is all your homework done?”

  You sighed, having been in college, this question was strange and annoying, but always suited your mother hen,“Yes, and besides it’s Friday.”

   Your mother grumbled into the phone, before clearing her throat and saying,“Sure. We can go to the mall as soon as I get home and change.”

You were flipping through the racks, waiting for something to catch your eye,“Why are we going again?”

 "Because your uncle has been promoted to a Colonel and they’re throwing a party for him.“

A worker from the store pranced up, this being the second time for him to do so he asked,"You sure you’re okay, Miss?”

Your mother and you both froze, and you swallowed,“Um, Yes,” you pulled the dress that you were currently holding, some pretty little mint number,“Does this come in a medium?”

 The man scanned over the dress, looking completely unphased and checked the tag,“I’ll check in the back.”

 As he pranced away, you set the dress back and sighed, letting out the breath you hadn’t known is been holding. Your mother set her hand on your shoulder,“Don’t worry dear, you’ll find them, eventually.”

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Kings and Queens. {Ch 14}

Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: The story is wrapping up! We have two more chapters, and an epilogue. Let me know what you all think. :)

Caution: NSFW.

Two years before….

It had gotten late as we lied in my bed sipping on chardonnay from my mother’s wine cabinet. They were away on business, again, and Aelin had stayed the night, as she always did when my parents were away.

Which was often.

It had always been innocent. There had always been something between us, a bond, but we had never acted on it. Never beyond holding hands, or simple kisses.

Not until that night.

I could still remember it: the feeling of her slender hands sliding up my bare abdomen, of her lips trailing down my neck, my tongue sweeping along her bottom lip as she moaned into my mouth.

We stopped, we didn’t go all the way, I wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready, but gods I loved what had happened to us that night.

The closeness, the beauty of loving someone who loved you.

It was love in its purest form.


1:00 p.m.

She kept pausing, scanning the shelves for something wonderful. I knew she loved reading, but I had never seen her look at books like she was then – like she hadn’t been able to enjoy one in quite some time.

Maybe she hadn’t.

We were walking through an aisle when she stopped, snatching a novel off the shelf with a gasp. “I love this book.”

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Jealous (Peter Parker *Tom Holland* Imagine)

I’m jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It’s closer than my hands have been
I’m jealous of the rain

It started out almost perfect. It was a beautiful day in Queens, the birds were chirping, Mr. Landon came out of his apartment and offered Peter some breakfast. He politely declined, not wanting to keep you lonesome at your usual bus stop. Peter decided that today was the day he was going to tell you he was Spiderman. 

He was nervous to say the least. He knew you’d still be his best friend no matter what but this was a pretty big secret and he didn’t know if telling you would be the best idea. All he was sure of is that he’s tired of lying to you every time his duties had to come first. 

Peter walked to the familiar bus stop, wiping his sweaty palms on the fabric of his ‘Star Wars’ t-shirt. He saw you sitting with your legs crossed on the bench, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You chewed on the end of your pencil as your eyebrows furrowed while your eyes scanned the words of the book. He could never get tired of such a sight. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He greeted, taking a seat beside you.

You looked up, a smile replacing the previous scowl because of the book’s events. “Hey, Peter. Good morning.”

He returned the smile, peering over your shoulder to read the page of the book. “John Green, again?”

“You know me, just another wanna be hipster New Yorker.” You shrugged, closing the book after placing your bookmark in between the pages. “Are you ready for that math final with Ms. Lionel?”

“No.” Peter snorted earning a giggle from you. “There is no doubt that I’m gonna fail that.”

“You never know.”

There was comfortable silence that fell between you two. He figured now would’ve been a good opportunity to finally tell you. Peter took a deep breath, twisting his upper body to turn to you. You noticed his movement and did the same, placing a comforting hand on his right knee. He flinched, remembering that he received a big bruise from a mission two days ago in that exact spot.

You noticed him flinch, “What’s wrong Peter?”

God, he wanted to tell you so badly. I was in a mission trying to save the mayor two days ago and I got attacked by some guys who hit me right in the knee. But his throat swelled up and his brain was clouded. None of those words came out of his mouth.

“I just hit my knee on my bed post, no biggie.”

You nodded, skeptically, knowing that Peter didn’t have a bed post. His bed was just a mattress on the floor.

I’m jealous of the wind
That ripples through your clothes
It’s closer than your shadow
Oh, I’m jealous of the wind, ‘cause

By the time lunch rolled around, Peter was more nervous on figuring out how to tell you he was Spiderman than his math final. He saw you sitting with a few girls from your English class. How was he supposed to tell you now?

“Hey, Peter!” You called him over when you saw him standing in the middle of the cafeteria. “Come sit with us!”

Peter shyly made his way to the table filled with girls, sitting at the now empty spot beside you where your book bag was once placed. You smiled at him reassuringly, as if letting him know that he didn’t have to feel uncomfortable with the girls.

“How long have you guys been a thing?” 

You coughed awkwardly, tearing your eyes away from Peter and onto the orange lunch tray in front of you. Peter blushed, looking down at his lap where he tossed a red apple back and forth in his hands. “We’re uh not dating, Cass.”

The blonde’s eyes widened, “Oh uh, sorry, I just assumed you were. I mean the way you two look at each other-”

“Cass!” Mikayla shh’d the girl, wanting to avoid an even more awkward conversation.


Peter looked at you, admiring the red on your cheeks that mimicked the apple in his hands. You were really beautiful, there was no denying that. Everyone knew that you were a catch so when you decided to hang out with little dumpster diver, almost the whole school was shocked. He tried not to be offended when that news was told to him by the nerds of his computer club, but it was true. You, in Peter’s eyes, were what people called a timeless beauty. You wore makeup but even when you didn’t, your eyes still seemed to sparkle without the help of contrasting eyeshadows. Your lips still remained the perfect color of a field of pink carnations. Your cheeks still seemed to be carved out by the gods. And he, was literally nothing special in his eyes.

I’m jealous of the nights
That I don’t spend with you
I’m wondering who you lay next to
Oh, I’m jealous of the nights

“You walkin’ me home today, Parker?” You asked, shutting your locker as Peter waited on the other side of it. “Or are you gonna go on your mystery rendezvous again and leave me hanging?”

“No secret rendezvous tonight, Y/N, I’m all yours.”

“Good.” You bit your lower lip, rubbing your bare arm with your other palm. You forgot your jacket in your P.E locker and the gym was all the way across the school yard. You figured to just bear through the cold than walk what seemed like 10,000 miles to go get it.

“Are you cold?” 

You shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Just a bit.”

Peter stopped, taking his jacket off and placing it over your shoulders. Though he was skinny, he was tall and quite muscular so his jacket engulfed you. He threw his backpack over his shoulder, shooting you a flustered smile. “Hope that helps.”

You inserted your arms though the sleeves, brushing your fingers against his. “It helps a lot, thank you.”

His eyes dropped to your fingers, making his heart beat a million miles an hour. Should he hold your hand? He looked at you for some sort of answer but when he saw that you were looking straight ahead, he just thought ‘Screw it.’ as he laced your fingers with his. You looked down at your intertwined hands, not being able to keep the goofy smile off your face. You rubbed your thumb against the top of his hand, feeling him briefly squeeze it. 

“Listen, Y/N, I have to tell you something.” 

“I have to tell you something too, Peter.”

You waited a few moments for him to speak but when he didn’t you did.

“I’m spiderman. “I like you.”

Your eyes widened at what Peter said. You looked at him, seeing his face turn red, scratching the back of his head. 

“What?” Your voice shook, not believing what he just said. 

“Y-you like me?”

“That’s not the point now!” You groaned, tearing your hand away from his. You immediately missed the warm feeling but you knew neither of you were going to concentrate if you continued to hold hands. “What do you mean you’re spiderman?”

“Shh.” Peter placed a finger over his lip, whispering. “Don’t say it so loud, Y/N.”

“Peter, are you messing with me?”

“N-no, I’m not, I swear!” He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. He stopped in his tracks, mentally debating if he should show you his suit or not. Might as well. “Just- come with me.”

I’m jealous of the love
Love that wasn’t here
Gone for someone else to share
Oh, I’m jealous of the love, 'cause

When you arrived at Peter’s home, Aunt May smiled kindly at you, offering you a snack. You politely declined and followed a rushing Peter up to his room. You sat at the edge of his bed, crossing your legs. There was no way Peter Parker, your Peter Parker, was spiderman.

“Okay.” He breathed out, clutching the corner of his shirt. He lifted it up to reveal some tender bruises. “Remember when spiderman helped save the mayor? Yeah, that came with a price.”

“Oh my god.” You gulped, walking over and traced the outline of the purple bruise with your index finger. He twitched at the sudden contact but relaxed because of your soothing touch. “God, Peter. You’re an idiot.”


“Did you even ice this?” You sighed, still inspecting the bruise. “Does it hurt more in certain areas? Where else did you get hurt? Does it hurt when you breathe? I mean it is pretty close to your lung-”

“Y/N.” Peter breathed out. “Calm down, I’m okay.”

You shook your head, pointing at his bed. “Lay over there. I’m gonna get some ice.”

Peter obeyed and took off his sneakers to lay on his bed. He was surprised that you were more concerned with his well-being than his secret. Not that you never cared about him, but it was a pretty big secret. He smiled to himself realizing how much you truly cared for him. He bit the corner of his bottom lip, trying to control his smile as he heard your footsteps come closer.

“Aunt May would’ve been suspicious if I just got ice so I brought some ice water.” You smiled shyly, walking to his closet to get a shirt. You dumped the water onto the plant on his desk and placed the ice inside the shirt. Sitting beside Peter on the bed, you gently placed the ice on his side. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He said through gritted teeth. “Do you believe me now?”

“I mean yeah.” You shrugged, removing the ice and placing it over another sore part of his body. “The only reason why you’d have such bad bruises like this is either you’re spiderman or you just can’t fight if your life depended on it.”

He laughed, flinching when he accidentally hit his side on your knee. “Even laughing hurts.”

You pushed his hair back, watching his eyes close. You played with his hair just admiring how he looked on the pillow. “Oh, Peter…”


“Next time something like this happens, please come to me, okay?” You saw his eyes flutter open, absolute adoration filling them. “I don’t care what time it is, just come to me.”



“Promise.” Peter reached up for your hand, intertwining your fingers again, and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Wait Y/N, I have to show you something.”

“What is it?”

He rose to his feet, limping to his closet. He dug through the boxes, sending shirts and pants flying all over the room. “Aha! Here it is.” Peter held his Spiderman suit out for you to see. “It’s usually not kept in there but I was really hurt so I just decided to leave it there for now.”

“Wow.” You said, eyes widening. “You really are Spiderman.”

“The one and only.”

“Does Aunt May know?”

“Nope and there is no way I’ll ever let her find out. This has to be kept between us, Y/N.” Peter shook his head quickly, retrieving his suit from your grasp. “I don’t want you getting hurt either. If people find out that you know who I am, they might come after you Y/N. I-I just don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if something ever happened to you.”

“Hey, hey,” You walked over to him, seeing his hands tremble in fear. His eyes darted to you as he heard your footsteps. “Nothing’s gonna happen to me, alright? I’m more worried about you. I mean you are the superhero after all.”

Peter laughed slightly, holding your small hand in his. “I just, I don’t know. I can’t lose you especially now that you told me you have feelings for me.”

You immediately blushed remembering your little confession. Well it was little compared to the secret he just told you. “Oh, I thought you forgot about that.”

“Noooopppeeee.” He smirked playfully, nudging his nose against yours. “I didn’t forget.”

You groaned, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “Drop it, Parker.”

“Nuh-uh.” He lifted your head, making you face him. “You like me?”

“You know the answer to that.” 


You rolled your eyes, still sensing the playful aura Peter was giving off. “Yes, Peter, I like you.”

He snickered, “I know I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

“Dammit, Parker!” You laughed, trying to turn away from him to hide your embarrassment.

“Hey,” He pulled you back in, your chest hitting his. He connected your foreheads, his breath tingling on your lips. His eyes shifted to your lips, oh how they looked so kissable. Your fingers untangled from his, finding their way to loop around his neck, pulling him even closer if it was even possible. His hands gripped your waist, his eyes never leaving your lips. “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t go anywhere.” You whispered, slowly closing the small gap between your lips. His tongue slid across his bottom lip before he placed his over yours. Your eyes closed, feeling relieved because after so long, it finally happened. You were kissing your best friend, the guy you’ve liked for so long. Your fingers played with the hair on the back of his head, pushing him closer to you. His lips moved against yours, so smoothly, like a strawberry being dipped in the richest chocolate. He tasted like a crisp apple, freshly picked, still sweet but with a taste that could get you intoxicated. He was intoxicating. 

Peter pushed you against his desk, his hands traveling down to your thighs, making a quick stop at your ass to give it a squeeze. He propped you on the desk, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist. Peter pulled away, pushing his computer out of the way for you to lay flat on the desk. “God, I must be dreaming.”

You laid on the desk, pulling him down by his shirt. “You and me both, Parker.”

A few days after Peter told you about his secret, he finally had the guts to ask you out. He did it while he was walking you home, the sun setting beautifully after a long day at school and at the library to study for a Physics test. 

“Took you long enough, Parker.” You teased, placing a kiss on his lips. “I was starting to think I was a bad kisser since you still haven’t asked me out officially.”

He laughed, pulling you into a deserted alley, and pushed you against a wall. “Very funny, but I’m pretty sure you know just how amazing I think you are. Do I need to remind you why I need to go look for a new computer desk?”

You bit your lip remembering the events that led to his desk breaking. “Hmm.. You might need to remind me about that.”

“Oh, I’d love to.” Peter’s lips found your neck, directing your head to tilt slightly to give him more access. Just as his lips made their way up, almost to your lips, the sound of a gunshot made you snap out of your dazed state. He unattached himself from you, looking around the corner to see dozens of people screaming and running in different directions. “I’d love to but duty calls, babe.”

“Of course.” You nodded understandingly. “Go do your thing, Spiderboy.”

“It’s Spiderman.” He corrected, shooting you an annoyed look. Another gunshot was fired, Peter leaning over to give you a quick kiss. “Be safe, alright? I’ll call you when its all done.”

“Will do.”

You watched him disappear into the crowd, your heart thumping in your chest. You had to make sure he was gonna be okay, but how? You looked around, trying to desperately look for Peter. No signs of him. You ran across the streets, watching the whole town collapse in panic. The damage was done. The buildings were quickly catching fire, too quick for the fire trucks to put out. The police cars lined up beside one another, trying to figure out the best way to get the criminal. You stood in the middle of the road, staring at everything fall down.

“Look, over there! It’s Spiderman!”

The voice of the little kid made you come back to reality. You eyes looked up, seeing Spiderman swing from lamp to lamp and into the building where the criminal planted himself. 

Without hesitation, you ran towards the back exit of the building, climbing up the fire escape. The police were too busy looking for the criminal to see you struggling to climb up into an open window. You finally got up, finding a secret place to hide yourself. Your eyes widened as you watched Spiderman web up some of the criminal’s allies. He hung them from their feet on a post on the office ceiling. 

“Now where would your boss be?” Spiderman asked himself, looking through the many, many rooms of the building. 

As you got up to find a new place, you felt someone grab the back of your arm, forcing you up. “Don’t you dare make any noise.”

Your eyes widened as you saw the gun shining beside your leg. “O-okay.”

“I said don’t talk!” His voice boomed. You hoped that he was loud enough for Spiderman to hear. “You better do everything I say or a bullet will go through that pretty little head of yours, you understand?”

You nodded, your eyes watering as the pain from his grip became too much. Your breathing was heavy as he pushed you out of the room, the gun pressed against your temple. “Mr. Spiderman, come out, come out, wherever you are.”

I wished you the best of
All this world could give
And I told you when you left me
There’s nothing to forgive
But I always thought you’d come back, tell me
All you found was heartbreak and misery
It’s hard for me to say,
I’m jealous of the way
You’re happy without meAs I sink in the sand
Watch you slip through my hands
Oh, as I die here another day
'Cause all I do is cry behind this smile

You cried silently, hearing the gun click. The man held onto you tighter, making your groan in pain. His feet kicked yours, ordering you to continue moving. He turned you around with him as he heard the breaking of glass. “Oh hey, Mr. Spiderman. How are you this fine evening?”

Spiderman stayed still, feeling like his eyes were betraying him. “Y-Y/N?”

The man looked between you and Peter, his devious smile widening. “Oh, you know each other? That’s even better than what I had planned.” 

“Let her go.” He walked closer, not being bothered by the small shreds of glass he was stepping on. “Now.”

“You see, I can’t do that.” He twisted the gun against your skin making you whimper. “But I am willing to trade her for something.”

“Name it.” You’ve never heard Peter’s voice sound so demanding, so forceful. 

“That little hard drive that you’re holding onto, I need it. Give it to me and you can have your pretty, little lady back.” His fingers released you from his grip but kept the gun pointed at your head. His index finger traced your jaw making you flinch. “Such a shame if you don’t follow what I want. Wouldn’t want a pretty thing to go to waste.”

“Don’t touch her.” Spiderman snarled, taking one step closer. “I’ll give you the hard drive.”


“Let her go.”

The man laughed, beads of spit hitting the back of your neck. “Hard drive.”

“Why don’t we do this at the same time? I’ll side over the hard drive and you let Y/N go.” 

“Seems reasonable.”

You watched Peter slowly crouch down to place the hard drive on the floor. The gun’s pressure on your temple was being removed. The small disk slid over to your side, hitting the foot of the man. He released you, picking up the hard drive  from the floor. As you ran, Peter tried to web him up but the man was quick. He fired a shot, hitting you before the webs had him tangled.

“Y/N!” Peter quickly ran to you, holding pressure on the open wound. “Y/N! Stay with me, stay with me.” 

“Peter.” You breathed out, gripping his arm with the small strength you had. From where your head was laying, you could see the pool of blood coming out of the open wound on your stomach. “Peter, I-I’m sorry. I should’ve went home, like you said.” 

“No, no, don’t apologize, Now’s not the time.” Peter used his free hand to take off his mask, propping your head on his lap. “Stay with me, Y/N. Please.”

People always said that when you’re dying, your whole life flashes in your eyes but they were wrong. Your eyes didn’t want to tear themselves away from Peter. Peter with tears running down his face, his body rocking you back and forth while still being careful not to take pressure off your wound. His overly bitten lips were trembling, placing loving kisses to the top of your head, not minding the sweat. You couldn’t bring yourself to take your eyes off of him, even when your vision turned foggy and his sentences were becoming a scramble of words. 

“I love you, Peter Parker.” You managed to choke out before you started coughing. Your hand held his free one, rubbing your thumb across his skin gently. 

“Y/N? W-why are you telling me this? Stay with me, Y/N. Dammit, stay with me, please.” His voice kept cracking, closing his eyes in hopes that it’ll stop him from crying. “Y/N-please, please, don- I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Your hand gave his a tight squeeze before letting go, your eyes still focused on his as your eyelids slowly closed. 

Peter felt your head shift, turning limp on his lap. With a shaky body, he placed a kiss on your lips, immediately regretting it when he didn’t feel your velvet lips move against his. He pulled away, letting go of your hand to tug his mask back on. He carried you in his arms, kicking the man’s jaw when he walked by him. He walked out the building, seeing the police cars and ambulances lined up along the streets. The fires were put out and the people were becoming calm again. 

Peter walked in silence to the nearest ambulance, placing your stiff body on a stretcher. He picked up a white blanket, draping it over your body. He placed a long kiss on your temple, trying to mask the print of the gun with love, before covering your face with the white blanket. 




Music to My Eyes (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I rreaallyy like this one so thanks anon for requesting it! I thought it was such a cute idea! I have two more requests after this imagine and then I will have my requests open! PS I’m not sure why this imagine is so spaced out. I’m posting from my computer and i don’t know why it did that 🙃

Warnings: none

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: the reader is deaf and Spencer learns sign language just to ask her on a date

Requested by: anon

Upcoming Imagine: the reader is short…


Spencer walked into his everyday coffee shop and placed his order.

Nothing was out of the ordinary; the same spot he sat at was open, the same barista was working at the counter.

But something, well someone, new did catch Spencer’s eye.

A beautiful girl with y/h/c hair stood at the counter as she scribbled something on a piece of paper and then handed it to the barista, making the barista smile.

The girl then stood off to the side as she waited for her drink.

When it was ready, Spencer leaned closer to hear her voice, but she didn’t say anything.

Throughout the next few days, Spencer made sure he went to the coffee shop at the same time every day to get another glimpse of the beautiful girl, and every day he had the goal of talking to her but he was way too nervous until one day, that all changed.


You scribbled down the new order you wanted and slid the small piece of paper towards the barista, making her smile.

“Something new every day, huh?” She asked, making you smile and nod.

You have been deaf since you were 13, and throughout the years, you have picked up the skill of reading lips along with speaking, but you weren’t very good at it, so you rather don’t.

One of the days you visited, you decided to stay a little while and read.

As your eyes scanned the words on the pages, you saw someone approach you, so you marked the book and smiled up at them.

The person standing before you was a young man, with messy brown hair and matching eyes.

He looked nervous, but it was hard to be reassuring when a stranger doesn’t know your deaf.

“Hi can I sit here?” He asked as you watched his pink lips move to form the words you could hear with your eyes.

You nodded and smiled before pulling out your notepad and pen.

You quickly wrote down, ‘My name is Y/N. I am deaf so I can’t hear you, but I can read your lips so I know what you are saying. I prefer sign language but not everyone knows it.’

He took the piece of paper with a confused look but when he read it, the confused look exchanged for a curious one.

He looked at you, and you could see him clearing his throat before speaking slowly.

You laughed and took the notepad back and wrote, ‘You don’t need to speak slowly, I can understand you when you speak normal. I’ve been deaf since I was 13 so I got pretty good at reading lips believe me.’

He read it again and his eyebrows raised.

“Thirteen? Wow, I-I’m Spencer Reid. It’s really nice to meet you.” He said.

You smiled and pointed to yourself before putting two fingers up, hoping he gets that your saying ‘me too’.

It’s not sign language but it would make since to someone like him who doesn’t know it.

Spencer’s phone rang and he looked at it briefly before a disappointed look came across his face.

You silently asked what’s wrong by leaning closer to him with a concerned look.

“I have to go to work, I would love to talk with you tomorrow, can we meet here at the same time?” He asked.

You smiled and nodded before flipping the page in your notebook and quickly writing, ‘see you tomorrow’ with a smiley face.

He read it and smiled before waving goodbye.

You watched as his long legs carried him out of the door, leaving you with your thoughts about what his voice must sound like.

You weren’t one to make assumptions, but you like to fantasize that it is calming and sweet.


The next day, you got to the coffee shop a little earlier than usual and you placed a new order, than you did yesterday.

This morning, you put a little more makeup on than you did yesterday, knowing you were going to meet your prince charming again.

You sat at the same table you sat at yesterday and read while you waited for Spencer.

About 10 minutes later, you saw the same boy from yesterday, but his hair looked different.

It looked a little bit shorter.

You started asking him in sign if he got a haircut but then realized he doesn’t know sign so you pulled out your notepad, until you were stopped by his hand on your wrist.

“Wait I got you something.” He said before sitting in his seat across from yours and digging into his messenger bag.

He then pulled out a little white board with 6 different color expo markers and a little eraser.

Your eyes lit up as he displayed the gift to you.

“I figured this would be easier to use than flipping all those pages in your notepad.” He said with a smile.

You leapt across the table and hugged him.

You thanked him in sign language, hoping it was obvious you were thanking him.

He then signed ‘you’re welcome’ with a smile.

Your mouth opened in shock before you signed, ‘do you know sign language?’

He then said, “I’m learning, I’m just a beginner.”

You smiled, knowing he’s learning and it will be easier to talk to him.

You started to pay attention to the gift he bought for you.

You opened the package of markers and took the cap off of the purple marker and wrote, ‘did you get a haircut?’

He read it and smiled. “I did, it was getting a little long.” He responded. “How would I sign your name?” He asked making you smile at how dedicated he was into learning your primary language.

You showed him step by step and he mimicked the gestures perfectly, his long fingers mirroring your smaller ones.

You smiled once he repeated your name all together, making you clap as he did so.

Today, you spent most of your time teaching Spencer sign language.

It wasn’t until you looked at your phone.

You both have been having so much fun, you hadn’t realized nearly 4 hours went by.

You quickly scribbled on the whiteboard after erasing the previous message.

It now read ‘I have to go let my dog out. Can we meet here again tomorrow?’

Spencer nodded. “Of course. I would love that.” He said.

That night, Spencer read 4 books on sign language and by the time the sun was up, he was fluent in sign, thanks to his eidetic memory and speed reading.

He came into the coffee shop running on 3 hours of sleep and was exhausted.

He asked for 4 shots of espresso, hoping that would wake him up.

As soon as he sat down at their table, you walked into the door.

You didn’t even need coffee today, you just needed Spencer.

As you approached him, you noticed something different about him.

His hair was messier than usual and his posture was very weary and tired.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up and he signed ‘Good morning Y/N. How did you sleep?’

A big smile spread across your lips as he signed perfectly to you.

‘Mine was great but now it’s better. How about you?’ you signed back.

‘I slept 3 hours but this coffee should help’ he signed back.

You laughed and it was music to Spencer’s ears.

He has never heard your voice and just the little sound made him feel well rested.

‘You have a beautiful laugh’ he sighed slowly, making you blush.

He then signed, ‘Can I take you to dinner sometime? I love our meets here but I would love to take you to out on a date.’

You nodded quickly before signing, ‘Of course, I thought you would never ask.’

Waves // Jughead Jones

Okay so another Riverdale one! I tried to post this before and I’m not sure if it worked or not because nobody could see it?? But anyway, here’s a vacation with the Core Four if you wanted one.

Word Count - 2,107

Warnings - None

Characters - Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews

Senior Year. Everyone says it’s the best year of your life. That it’s the easiest one, the time before the real world kicks in. Well, you were treating it as just that. Summer before your last year at Riverdale High was just beginning and you were kicking it off with a blast.

When you were little, you always dreamed of going on vacation with your best friends. Your parents knew this and they promised it would happen. Low and behold, they waited until Senior Year to make your wish come true. You, Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Jughead were destined for Bora Bora, Tahiti. Your parents weren’t scratching for money, that was for sure. You didn’t flaunt it like Cheryl or Veronica but you were filthy rich.

The trip was going to be everything you’ve ever wanted. Your parents wouldn’t be going with you, something that shocked you but you didn’t ask. All of your bags had been packed for days, weeks even, and you couldn’t hold in your excitement to leave.

Currently, Betty was last minute packing. She invited you and Ronnie over to get opinions on her choices and talk. Your flight left at 7:00 that night and it was currently 4:00 in the afternoon. You couldn’t sleep at all last night due to your nerves being through the roof.

“Okay, what about this one?” Betty held up a black one piece with a beaded belt.

Veronica shook her head, “Too conservative.” Betty groaned and tossed the fabric at her before grabbing a different one. It was a pink one piece with a low back and criss-cross straps.

“I like that one,” You spoke up, “It’s cute and totally you. Bora Bora vibes.”

Betty nodded before folding it neatly and tucking it in her almost full suitcase. “Alright. That’s everything except for chargers and devices.” She grabbed a spare backpack and shoved those cords in. Her sunglasses were resting on her head as she pulled her shoes on. Your phone buzzed in your hand as a text came through.

Ready to become the Pineapple Princess Tiki?

You laughed at Jughead’s text before typing out a quick reply.

Only if you’re going to be my fresh fish prince.

Your High School Musical humor never seemed to go away as you referred to the song Sharpay sang. Jughead had been your boyfriend for two years now and the both of you were extremely open with each other. You were like two peas in a pod. Nobody could understand how you two got along so well. It was like magic.

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The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Underwater Chapter Two

The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Underwater | Phan Skam AU. Internalized homophobia is probably one of the hardest obstacles to overcome, but it’s only made harder when the people around you don’t quite understand why you’re so afraid. When Dan Howell meets Phil Lester, he finally realizes he has to overcome that hurdle. | Phan | Mature | Internalized homophobia, Drugs, Alcohol, Underage drinking, Parties, Discussions of Religion, Sexual Comments, Smut, Bi-polar disorder | Ongoing Chaptered

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil, or any other youtube personalities.

This chapter: 3,773 words

A lot of my lovely readers have never seen skam, and have already started asking some questions of me to help them understand what’s going on better, so here is a link to a post where I explain who the characters I’ve changed Dan and Phil to, are, and a brief explanation of the subjects explored in the season I’m basing my fic off of.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you're open for requests or if you take requests but if you do would you pretty please write a Hyungwon DJ AU based off his pictures from KCON Japan. He just looked so good and I've been craving DJ AU ever since.

you know I actually haven’t figured out a requesting policy yet, but I too needed some DJ Hyungwon so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

I hope you enjoy it and please excuse me if there’s any mistakes >.< 

Characters: Hyungwon x Female Reader 

Genres/Warnings: some swearing near the end

Length: 2077 words

You’re sitting in a booth, the Shirley Temple you had ordered long forgotten and watered down. Your full attention is on the book in front of you. Barely hearing the pounding bass of the music, you bite your lip in anticipation as you flip the page. Reading the following words your eyes widen; the main character has just figured out their significant other has been working for the villains the whole time. Having been sucked into this book body and soul, you could almost feel the same betrayal as the protagonist. Needing to take a break, you sit back in the booth and place your bookmark in between the pages before shutting the novel.

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Preferences - A Sudden Proposal

Angus “Mac” Macgyver - In Bed

10 days, 11 minutes and 36 seconds was how long you’d gone without speaking too or seeing Mac.  It wasn’t because the two of you had some argument, nor was it due to choice. Working for the Phoenix was unpredictable, some missions required Mac to only be gone for a few hours at the most. However, this particular assignment had strict guidelines.

One, no contact with anybody that didn’t have clearance. Two, very top secret and only the people that really need to know, did. And three, pack a bag and be prepared to be gone a while.

The house felt odd, strange to a certain extent without Mac’s familiar presences. Living with him for the past few years, naturally a routine formed. His face not being the first one you saw, or his voice not being the sound you heard coming home, made these past ten days very hard to cope with.

It was late in the evening, nearly 7:30. The programs on TV brought no entertainment as nothing took your interest. Every magazine in this house you’d already read, some even twice and work required far to much brain power that it became more of a hassle as opposed something you wanted to do. A faint breeze passed through the living room from the open window, it didn’t carry that chill like the previous night, this time it was a mix between cool air wrapped with warmth.

Grabbing your car keys a nightly drive seemed like the only welcome distraction.

An hour later you arrived back home, your hands gripped the wheel as the closer you got to the driveway the more your wish came true. Mac’s jeep was parked right in front. Thinking it must be due to the lack of sleep, that thought vanished when the door opened and Mac waved to you from the front door.

Jumping out of the car once it was safety put in gear and ignition turned off. You ran straight towards Mac, colliding into his body for a long awaited hug.

“Hi”, he whispered. Hearing his voice sent shivers down your spin. Mac backed into the hallway, still holding you in his arms.

“Hi”. Staring into his eyes you couldn’t delay not kissing him for a second longer. Feeling his lips brush against yours, Mac was like oxygen. You needed him, craved him. “Your home”.

Mac smiled, set you down and slipped his fingers effortlessly into your hand. “I’m home”.

Both of you had the same idea. After 10 days apart without any contact of any sort, you wanted to be as close to Mac as two human beings could.

After throwing a private welcome hone party, nothing could beat the way this evening ended. You were drawing circles around his scar, while Mac held you close to his chest. Kissing your forehead he took a breath before saying. “Marry me?”.

Once the initial shock wore off, you straddled his lap. This wasn’t a question you needed to put any thought in, you already knew the answer. Placing a kiss on your favourite body part of Mac - his lips. “There’s no doubt in my mind, yes I’ll marry you”.

Mac disappeared into the closet returning soon after with a tiny blue velvet box in his hand. Resuming his early position, he opened the box. Inside was a beautiful ring that looked similar to the one you’d lazily circled one Sunday afternoon, while you were scanning the jewellery catalogue. It was something you’d always do, flip through the pages and mark the items you loved or wanted to buy.

He slipped the ring on your finger - a perfect fit.

It wasn’t an traditional proposal where you could retell the story and have people utter “aww how romantic”. But in your eyes it was the text book definition of romantic. This proposal was just for you and Mac. And if anyone wanted to know the story of how he popped the question, you’d simply answer with two words - he improvised. After all it was what Mac did best.

Klaus Mikaelson - In The Middle Of An Argument

“Is your life goal to see how many times you can cross the line, Klaus!?. Because congratulations you can add another to the long list you’ve accumulated over the years”. You marched into the study where you found Klaus reading a piece of parchment.

His glance adverted from the page and onto you. “Perhaps if you stop shouting and tell me what I’ve done wrong now, we can have a civilized conversation like adults and resolve the issue at hand”.

Slamming your hands on the dark oak table, “Don’t treat me like I’m some child”.

“Gladly, all you have to do is stop acting like one”.

You were mad because Klaus had been bugging you to move into the compound for weeks now. In typical you fashion, you refused his offer. Mainly due to liking the inner city apartment your parents had left. It had a great view, privacy, and not to mention the location was right in the middle of the city. A 5 minute walk to the local market, 15 minute walk to Rousseau’s and just far enough from the Mikaelson compound, but still close enough to run too if you got into any sort of trouble.

Klaus in his own typical fashion didn’t like that answer, so without your knowledge he compelled the landlord to evict you. Coming home after a tough day at work to find a pink notice stuck on your door, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or in your case left you fuming mad.

Waving the flyer in the air you threw it at his face. “How dare you take away my home!”.

He let the flyer fall on the table. “Why would you want to live in a small, noisy place, when you can have this”. Extending his arms. “Come on, love, living with me is far better”.

Pointing a finger hard into his chest, he seemed unfazed by the move. “If you think I’m going to live with you after the stunt you just moved, you’re delusional Klaus Mikaelson”. Pacing to the other end of the room. “Just tell me why you did it?”.

Annoyance appeared on his face.

“Because I wanted you here, with me, by my side”.

“That’s not good enough”. Retaliating back at him. “I want my apartment back, Klaus!”.

“And I want you to marry me!”.

You stood there, shocked. Klaus chest rose, his eyes locked on yours. Marriage was never on the cards for you. It seemed so out of reach, something that you’d only get to fantasize about.


Elijah timed his entrance perfectly, sensing the tension he apologized for interrupting but needed to discuss urgent matters with Klaus. You could see how pissed Klaus was having to leave, but New Orleans required constant attention. He promised you he’d be back and that the conversation was merely put on pause.

As Klaus left the room alongside Elijah, your brain repeated one question - Did you want to marry Klaus?.

Isaac Lahey - During A Battle

All day Isaac seemed shady, like there was a question he was dying to ask but hesitated each time to do so. It got to the point where your mind raced into shaky territory. Questions started to form in your own head, ones that made you feel uneasy to even think about.

There hadn’t been a minute to pull Isaac aside to talk, between school taking up half the day and then heading straight for Scott’s house, a moment could never be found.

“Okay, do we all know the plan?”. Scott asked for a third time.

Stiles folded up the map and gave two thumbs up. You, Malia and Lydia nodded, Liam along with Mason simply uttered yes and Isaac looked to be zoned out.

“Isaac?”. You nudged your boyfriend who muttered that he understood.

Breaking off into two’s, you partnered up with Isaac.

“Hey, are you okay, babe?”.

He pecked your cheek, “Never better”.

His response was vague, but it was more than you got several hours before. Following his lead, the hunters were roaming a empty warehouse. The why -  they’re were looking for some artifact.

Of course no mission could go smoothly, they cornered the pack just west of the warehouse.

Two hunters appeared out of nowhere, one aimed for Isaac the other lunged at you. “Big mistake, pal”.

He laughed at your comment, getting your claws out you took a swing. Isaac was close by fighting his own battle. Every once in a while his eyes would shift to see how you were holding up. Side stepping to be near you, he shouted over the gun shots. “Marry me!?”.

“Wha-you’re asking me this now!?”. Dodging a low attack from an the cocky hunter, you took the opening and slammed his head into the wall rendering him unconscious.

Issac was engaged in his own battle and grabbed the guy in a choke hold. “Considering we live in Beacon Hills, is there really any good time to ask?”. He elbowed the older hunter in the face, then walked over to you with a smirk.

Pulling you towards him. “Marry me?”

Blocking out the other’s fighting, the noise subsided and all your focus was put on the man standing before you. “Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me forever?”.

“I’m 100% positive, love”.

“Then it’s a big fat yes, Lahey”

“Thank god”.
He spun you around in circles, stopping just as the other pack members arrived.

Malia breathlessly stood beside Scott. “Don’t worry guys, we’ve got it”. Sarcastically stating.

Sheepishly looking at Issac, it was hard to be sympathetic when you just agreed to marry your best friend. This was officially marked as the best moment of your life.

Archie Andrews - While He Serenades You

Sitting on the stool in Archie’s kitchen, his dad was gone for the week. Archie didn’t want to spend the day alone so the two of you did the standard couple activities, watching a movie, cuddling and lastly creating a mess in the kitchen while trying to bake cookies. After the clean up, you begged Archie to play a song for you on his guitar. At first he was unsure but then changed his mind suddenly.

His palms were sweaty, which to you was weird since Archie had performed many times in front of a crowd. Therefore serenading you in his own home shouldn’t make him so anxious. Drumming the strings, he played a few light cords before breaking into song.

Listening to his captivating voice, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Ooh, your beautiful, beautiful”. Singing each words as he looked deep into your eyes. “Take my hand cause I’m yours, ooh, Y/N will you marry me?”. Startled at the change of lyric, Archie stopped playing the guitar and set it upon the counter.

“Did you just ask me to marry you?”. Double checking that your ears weren’t deceiving you.

Archie walked around the counter top, “Well technically I sang the question”.

Biting your lip, you grabbed a hold of his jean pocket inching Archie towards you. “Smart ass”.

“Is that a yes?”.

You frowned, remembering an important fact.

“What is it, Y/N?”.

“Aren’t you worried we’re a bit too young to get married?”.

The thought hadn’t crossed your mind until it had a minute to think after the surprise element was gone. Technically, some would say that this was rushing ahead a few steps.

Archie lifted your chin. “Who cares what anyone in this town says or thinks about it. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you the second I saw you move in next door”.

You reminisced back to that memory. All you saw was a redhead guy strumming his guitar on his porch, looking so immersed in playing music. Seeing Archie that morning, it made moving to Riverdale less torturous.

Wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want to marry you, Archie, I do. But in a few more years when things in this town settle down”.

He sighed, knowing that it was the most logical approach.

“I don’t like it, but I get it”. Reaching for you hand. “Just be ready to say yes, yeah?”.

Chuckling, “Deal”.


Fools Part 3

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Jungkook x reader.

Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

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(Y/n) = your name.

(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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This Ain't No Never Neverland

Summary: Lance finally gets his angel.

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

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Lance ended up buying the magazine. And not two weeks later, he received an invitation in the mail to attend his 10 year high school reunion, with a note from the previous planner, the one he slept with, of a list of the people invited, and a “Hope to ‘see’ you again.” He disregarded that. His eyes scanned the list, looking for the one name that mattered to him. His angel’s.
And he found it. She was invited, and had RSVP’d. He was going to see his homeroom angel once again. And this time, she wouldn’t run away.

He walked into the gym of his old high school, irritated and nervous. Irritated because he hated high school when he had to be there, hated the people when they were students. He hated them now. He hated the school now. But he was determined to find his angel. He was nervous because, what if she rejected him again? What if she already had someone? How could she not? A model, a centerfold, and smart?! She was perfect. Any man would be blessed to be with her.

His eyes scanned the room, looking for her luscious (h/c) hair that belonged to his only. They soon found their target, landing near the bar set up by the stage. She stood tall, wearing heels and a black lace dress, seeming to match the teddy he saw in the magazine. Her figure was even more breathtaking in real life, seeming to have not changed since that day in class all those years ago.

As if she could sense his eyes on her, she turned around, searching the crowd for the piercing gaze. When her (e/c) eyes finally landed on his blazing baby blues, her throat visibly constricted and her chest stopped moving with her breaths. It was like seeing a ghost. A ghost of dreams and memories. Putting herself together, she straightened her back, pulled back her shoulders, and lifted her chin high.

She didn’t just walk to him. She didn’t strut. She glided. It was as if (he hated his mind for this cliche thought) she were floating on air. She was so graceful, determined to get to him. Once she was in front of him, though, that’s when everything intensified. Her perfume wrapped around him like smoke, just as intoxicating and deadly as carbon dioxide. Up close, he could appreciate the swell and rise of her breasts and they rose with her inhale, and dipped with the rhythym of her exhale.

“Lance Tucker, didn’t your mother ever teach you it was rude to stare?” her husky voice brought him out of his thoughts. But with those words, he was brought back to that conversation his senior year. A smirk played at the corners of his lips.

“Just admiring the view, angel.” And just like that day in homeroom, she blushed and looked down. He didn’t think it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful now than she did at 17. The lights from the dance floor seemed to make her glow, as if she were sent from heaven itself.

“You know, you shouldn’t wear such a tight dress. Might bring unwanted attention.” he winked. She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe I wanted you to stare at me. It boosts a girl’s ego. And I know what comes next. You’ll tell me I can’t handle what you throw at me because I’m too, virgin.” she stares dead into his eyes. His breath caught. She remembered.

“But sadly, Lance, I’m not so virgin anymore. Actually, I bet you couldn’t handle what I throw at you.”

“How confident are you on that, sweet cheeks? Care to prove it to me?” his voice was low, just as seductive as hers, but daring. Daring her to challenge him, daring her to fulfill his teenaged fantasy.

“You haven’t changed a bit. Except maybe a bigger ego. I watched you at the Olympics, by the way. Saw you win gold and silvers. Watched you become famous.”

“And I know what you’ve been up to, angel. Centerfold for one of the most famous, highest selling porn magazines.” Her eyes widened.

“That’s right beautiful, I know. I saw your centerfold piece.” he said. He circled behind her, mouth going to her ear. His hot breath caused a shiver to run down her spine and goosebumps to raise on her neck. He felt a small triumph at causing such a reaction. She wasn’t as repulsed at she liked to act.

“I saw that black lace negligee, and the heels, and the smirk. I almost passed out dead when I finally recognized who was in between the pages of a PlayBoy magazine. The only girl I wanted in high school.”

She turned slightly, pupils dilated with lust. “What would you do if I told you I was wearing the exact same one under this dress?” she whispered.

He swallowed thickly, his mouth gone dry. The image of what actually lay beneath the strapless garment was just too much.

“I’d ask you to go back to my hotel room with me so I can see it in private.”

A cheshire cat smirk played on her beautiful lips. She turned around fully, mouth reaching up to his ear. “Then let’s go.”

That was all the motivation he needed before taking her hand and running out of the room, pulling he laughing woman behind him.


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Draco x Reader Smut- Coincidence (Requested)

Writer’s Note:
smut, practically one swear word, public sex
-Word Count: 2,081 words
-Requested by: @godrics
-Playlist listened to during writing:  x

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(Y/N) POV:

It was your final year at Hogwarts this year and everything had to be done correctly, just as a good luck ritual. Therefore, you arrived at the train station an hour early so that you wouldn’t be late. Seats were always rapidly occupied by students. You said your goodbyes with your parents, took the loaded trolley under your control and rolled it in the direction towards platforms nine and ten. Deliberately, you stood near a wall to look as Muggle as possible. It was considered sinful to expose your true self in the Muggle world.

Danger. Rebellion. Adrenaline. Rush.

Everything that you didn’t believe in was considered sinful in the Magic world. Just as well, you never wished to break the law in any shape or form but some people have a different view on this topic. People like the Malfoys believed in danger, rebellion, adrenaline, and rush. Danger of being caught as a worker for the Dark Lord simply excited them. It was the type of drug that they mainly used. With danger came all of the other aspects- rebellion, adrenaline and rush.

Rebellion- not following the ‘good Wizard’ guidelines that most people follow.

Adrenaline- the feeling of owning immense power over innocent Wizards who are afraid of the Dark Lord.

Rush- the continuity of the quick pace of your life once you declare your support for the Dark Lord.

There was something strangely attractive in this lifestyle that you couldn’t yet figure out. Was it the sharpness of their attire? The coldness in their harsh voices? You couldn’t fathom out the reason behind these lingering questions. Most of them were based on the Malfoys as everyone knew of them so judgments were easy to make. Although they were bad family to communicate with, you noticed over the many years at Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy was exceptionally smart, right behind Hermione Granger. To your surprise, Draco knew a lot of vital information when it came to the class environment and many times you pondered of asking him to tutor you. That was a crazy thought. Why would Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, want to tutor you? You were way below his level of intelligence and social hierarchy; Draco would never in a million years even consider you as his ‘student’.

You took out your copy of ‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Shelley. You dived into the book straight away and begun your wait until 10:45am, when some familiar faces begin to appear at the station. At that specific time you have planned to go make your way to the other platform and take your seat on the train. Better early than never. Your posture slackened as your back rested against a brick wall next to the ticket shop. 

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This metal bench was really getting on your nerves now- it’s uncomfortable, cold, and stiff. Muggles have weird ideas when it comes to a comfortable wait for a train. You came an hour too early for the train and now you’re stuck here for an eternity until someone with a bit of sense appears. No Slytherin has come yet. Fucking useless so-called friends. Why does no one understand a prompt of coming an hour early to the train station in order to get a good cabin reserved? Lucky for you, this train station has a coffee shop which only tempted you to buy an espresso after espresso. Your father gave you some Muggle money to buy things with before you left for the train. Apparently a £20 can go a far way.

You just sat there, plastered to your seat as you noticed an overflowing trolley with a cage on top with a barn owl resting inside of it. Next to the trolley stood the girl you recognised from the party at the Three Broomsticks which took place just two weeks ago. Only for seventh-years; a social gathering where they could all have a good time before the finals. The girl who was currently standing against the brick wall was the girl that you personally couldn’t take your eyes off during the party. She was the girl that caught your eye while you were dancing with Pansy Parkinson, not exactly paying attention to the way you were moving. This mysterious girl was sat in the corner of the room with a journal on the table and a Muggle pen in her hand. She stayed like that the whole night no matter how many of her friends pleaded for her to come and dance with them all.

Right now she was holding a Muggle book in her hands, clearly fully engaged in the words on the pages. You corrected your posture on the bench, took a sip of your coffee every now and then, and continued to take in the whole of her. She was simply mesmerising. There was a certain beauty to her that intrigued you and attracted you to her. For the past two weeks she was on the back of your mind, and finally, here she was, easily viewed.

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Your stomach rumbled ever so slightly with every minute that passed. You needed food to fill your stomach before you set off on the train. You had another 25 minutes of waiting and you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to take it any longer. Obediently, your feet carried you towards the little shop a few steps away from where you were standing previously. No one would bother to steal your trolley so you left it where it was just for a little while. As soon as you made it to the shop, you felt an inner craving for chocolate. In consequence, you picked up two snickers bars and made your way to the till.

“That will be £1.50, please.” The worker said as he finished scanning the two chocolate bars. Your hands hastily searched for Muggle money in all of your pockets but it was nowhere to be found. Embarrassed, you check your backpack for any Muggle money that will be sufficient enough to pay for the goods you picked out. Another bundle of embarrassing seconds have passed and nothing. Nothing at all. You were about to apologise to the worker, but all of a sudden, an anonymous voice came from behind you.

“Here, I’ll pay” said the disembodied voice with a slight coldness in his voice. It was definitely male- it was deep but not too deep. Completely shocked, you swiftly turned around to see no other than Draco Malfoy standing right before your eyes, smirking at you. He grabbed your chocolate bars and passed them to you as if he just saved the day. Well, he practically did.

“Thanks.” You whispered to him as you proceeded to return to your previous spot. Just as you returned to your trolley and started reading your book again, Draco pushed down your book so your attention would be set on him. He smirked at you again as your eyes met his.

“I noticed you were at the party two weeks ago. You didn’t seem to have enjoyed yourself, did you?” Draco asked while leaning against the wall right next to you so that your shoulders touched. You felt uneasy. You always thought Draco Malfoy was handsome, even if it meant being mocked by all of your friends and practically the whole school. No one wanted to admit that Draco could be attractive in the slightest. You stiffened at the touch of his shoulder on yours. It felt unlawful to be standing here with a Malfoy and conversing with one.

“Um, yeah, parties aren’t really my thing. I’d rather do something productive-”

“Like reading?”

The tall boy took you by surprise. He seemed so sweet and charming, you couldn’t help but smile at him. He returned the gesture and took hold of your book.

“I think you have read enough over the summer. Let’s do something a bit more, shall we say… social?” He marked the page you were interrupted at, put the book in your backpack, and took hold of your hand before putting a protective charm over your trolley so no one would steal it. He walked confidently, making each stride as graceful as possible. The two of you made your way to what seemed like the male toilet. To your luck, the toilet could only serve one person at a time, but could fit in at least four people inside of it. Draco let you walk in first and followed you right after, locking the door so as to not be disturbed.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked you while looking straight into your eyes. He was truly beautiful. You really did want this. After all of the nights you spent fantasizing about Draco,  you simply couldn’t say no to him right now. You nodded in agreement, and Draco moved his soft hands towards your delicate face. He began to kiss your lips gently, making sure that he doesn’t start off to quickly. You returned the action and quickly, the both of you picked up pace as your lips got to adjust to each other more. His hands darted down to the hem of your top, taking it off in one swift move. Your fingers fiddled with his zipper as he knowingly dropped your jeans to the floor, allowing you to step out of them easily. Your fingers worked chaotically together and simply couldn’t unzip Draco’s pants.

“Here, let me.” He managed to mumble through occupied lips. He gently pushed your hands to one side so that he could undo his own pants. Immediately, as you heard the zip being undone, your hands rushed towards Draco’s pants and pulled them down to his knees, so that he would have it easier. Out of nowhere, you felt a pair of strong hands on the back of your thighs pulling your whole body up and against the cold tiled wall. Without a single warning, Draco put his member inside of you, filling you in deeply. His breath was broken and hasty, desperate. At first, you tangled your fingers on the back of his neck, however you slid them down to his toned shoulder blades, gripping your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

“I always thought- you- were inter-esting, (y/n).” Draco breathed out as his thrusts filled you up every time his hips moved up. Breathless, you could only manage an approving moan as a response to Draco’s confession. If only he knew what you thought of his lean, muscular body and impressive knowledge of the dark arts. Both of your bodies moved in unison, getting the best out of each other’s climax. You moaned more than previously as Draco sped up the pace of his thrusts and found your g-spot. He hit your g-spot a few times before resting his clammy forehead in the nook of your neck for support. Both of your bodies went weak, resting on each other for support. You were both out of breath, trying to get back to your normal state.

After a few minutes, Draco at last returned your feet back to the cold tiles and enabled you to get yourself together. As you were putting your clothes back on your body, you noticed Draco staring at you adoringly, as if you just gave him the best gift in his entire life. Using your initiative, you figured out that you had to leave the toilet first as it was in fact a male toilet. Before letting you go, Draco grabbed your wrist, turned you around and kissed your lips lightly as a short farewell. Automatically, your cheeks turned rosy from his gesture. You walked out of the toilet slightly light headed, unable to organise your thoughts from what just happened.

15 minutes left until the train departed.

.          .          .          .          .          .         .          .          .          .          .          .   You were sitting in your cabin reading over the pages of ‘Frankenstein’, enjoying every word written on the page. A light knock could be heard on the window of the sliding doors to your cabin- Draco. He smiled at you and slid a note under the doors and left. Suspicious, you trotted over to the note, smiled at it unknowingly as you read the smooth handwriting that belonged to Draco:

‘See you in the Great Hall at dinner tonight. We’ll go for a walk near the lake afterwards.

                                                                                                                          Love Draco.
P.S. don’t forget to eat your chocolate bars.’

Book & Cuddle (Genji x Reader)

//lets get that cyborg booty. swiggty swooty im coming for that booty

Your eyes skimmed the page of the book. It was just another day, in the Overwatch base. Everyone had return from their own mission and are safe and sound in the base. Then there’s you, an Overwatch Agent who likes to be away from the field and enjoy a good book.

Sometimes you wonder why you become an Overwatch Agent. Sometimes you don’t wonder about it. Finding for a good book to read was hard. Everytime you want to go out and went to the bookstore, Genji seems to volunteer to be your bodyguard. Besides, you don’t need a man to be your weapon and shield. You can take by yourself with that skills of yours.

The day went on, hours passed, minutes passed and seconds keep on going. The peaceful time was disrupt as Tracer and Lucio flashed by. They were having another race. Again. You sighed as you put down the book and watched the race.

A green light came by. Genji Shimada. The cyborg came and sat next to you. The distance between you was closer than before. Shoulders were close. Knees too. “Today will be good today.” Genji started as the both of you watched the race.

“Sure is…” You sighed happliy at the race. Lucio was catching up. The girls were cheering on Tracer and the guys cheered Lucio. As for you and Genji, you both went neutral at it. Reason why; you both knew the outcome.

“Does your wound still hurt?” Genji asked. He was still worried about the wound from the previous mission. Said mission was to retrieve some materials which Winston needed. Of course, it was an undercover mission and Genji, decided to be your bodyguard. From a high and hidden place.

The mission was going smoothly until a man recongnise you and everything went downhill. Turns out, the person who sold the materials backstab you. He was a Talon agent who was sent to kill you. Genji watched the whole scene unfold. From hearing shouts, cries to gunshots.

Quick as his Swift Strike, he managed to swoop down and grab you. He saw that you were badly injured, the side of your stomach was bleeding. Genji’s visor scanned the wound. It feared him. You were loosing blood and the wound was deep. Like someone stab you with a knife.

The good thing is that you got the materials before the bloodbath began.

When Genji burst in, with you in his arms, blood staining his cyborg body and your clothing, everyone freaked out. Asking questions. Mercy was there to help Genji. She sent you into a surgery. Truth to be told, the blood you lose wasn’t that bad. Its just that it seeps to your clothes. The stab wound, she managed to stitch it and successfully healed.

Still, it hurts when you laugh to much. Since that day, Genji has been treating you like a fragile China Doll. Always stay by your side, helping you.

“The pain is getting less,” You answered his question. “I’ve met Mercy, she told me that is good news and my recovery is fast.”

“That is great to hear.”

A wave of silence passed by. The race was over, leaving you and Genji, alone, surrounded by books. In the library. Peace and tranquility.

“Would you like to seat on my lap?” Genji blurted. He quickly looked away, a little blush was forming. His playboy skills has return. In reply, you cover your face with the book you’ve read.

“I…” You mumbled. “I would… love too…” Cue face becoming red as a tomato. Genji adjusted his position.

Soon, your back was touching Genji’s chest. He was warm. His legs, however became a fence around your body. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you propped up your legs to lean onto Genji. Sure the both of you were blushing as hell, that doesn’t mean this was a good pose. For a start. As a couple.

“What are you reading?” Genji face was next to your cheek, he was nuzzling your face. Gently and cautiously.

You blush at the contact. “O-oh, this book is about facing hardships in life and many deep stuff in it.” Genji hummed in response.

“What’s up with you?” You turn to face the young Shimada.

“Me? Nothing.” He played with your hair. Avoding your gaze.

“Suit yourself.” You change your attention to your book. You were so deep into the story that you didn’t notice Genji had taken out his mask. He was hesitant at first but he better do it. He has a chanc and he will use it.

The plot was beautiful to you, thats when you felt a pair of lips kissing the side of your neck. You gasped and almost drop the book. “G-Genji…”

You turn to face him once more. What you got, shock you. Once your lips was close to him, he leaned down and captured them. It was a sweet and subtle one. You embrace the kiss.

It was just another day. A peaceful day. Books and cuddles was your perfect definition of a peaceful day. Especially when a certain Shimada came by just to cuddle with you.

get a clue!

slides in// so um this happened gooDBYE hope u like gruvia//slides out


“So,” I pried, folding my legs up and squeezing myself over so Gray could fit next to me in the top bunk. “What’s up?”

His nose twitched like it always did when he was nervous. I was just thankful for the fact that the rest of the girls had gone out to the campfire, leaving me some quality time with Gray. They were all very well aware of my crush – I simply preferred quality time with him without a gaggle of giggling girls behind me. Wow. Say that three times fast.

“Well…” he began, folding his legs and resting his elbows on his inner thighs. I mirrored his position, eager to hear what he had to say.

In the past three years of high school, I’d felt completely invisible to him, until one day in Chemistry class we got put into a group with a bunch of half-baked morons, sparking a friendship that would last forever.

At least, I hoped it wouldn’t be forever.

You see, I, sort of, harbored the world’s biggest, Titanic-sized crush on him, since even before I’d officially met him.

It was embarrassing, but true.

Since our meeting, I’d established a strong friendship with him all the while attempting to shield my massive crush on him. He hadn’t seemed to have noticed so far, but the same couldn’t be said for the rest of my friends. If I hadn’t already given it away with my constant blushes and giggles, they sure had with their laughing and stupid hints.

Girls are morons.

Back to the present, Gray had told me earlier that day, on our first day of sex camp (DO NOT ASK) that he wanted to tell me something, and only me.

I nearly died on the spot, but that was beside the point.

“Well,” he repeated, nervousness ebbing into his voice. I nodded to continue him.

“It’s just…I sort of know this girl.”

My heart sunk to the bottom of my legs.

No. No, no, no, no. This was the WORST possible outcome.

If Gray liked another girl, I’d never stand a chance. True, Gray Fullbuster was a specimen of true beauty and perfection, and I, Juvia Lockser, stood no chance with him, what with all the supermodels in the world, but I had assumed that I’d at least get another good year out of him without having to fight other girls to the death for him.

He noticed my crestfallen expression and softened up.

“It’s not bad, trust me.” He reassured with a heart-melting soft smile. I turned to goo and made a half-nod half-squeak and motioned him to continue.

I was powerless against his wicked charms.

“She’s just…wow.”

I almost choked to death on my own blood. Gray Fullbuster doesn’t wow women. He seemed apathetic enough towards them for the entirety I’d known him – why now? What got him interested here, at sex camp of all places? Couldn’t he have at least waited until I was dead to love another woman?

“That’s…” I felt my resolve crumbling into pathetic, itty-bitty pieces. “Nice.”

He scanned my face, like he was waiting for approval. I was close enough to him now that I could feel that odd warmth that he always radiated, like my very own cozy, sexy fireplace.

“…Don’t you want to know the details, or something?” he asked flippantly, narrowing his eyes into dark slits. Jokingly, of course. Gray loved me too much to ever be mean to me.

If only it were the good kind of love.

“I…mean, if you want…”

“You’re a terrible girlfriend.” He said with a soft laugh. My heart stopped for a small second at the word girlfriend before I realized he legitimately meant girl friend. Damn.

“Fine. What’s the tale, dragon scale?” I asked, totally stealing Natsu’s conversation starter. (I still have no idea what his creepy obsession with dragons was all about).

He cracked a smile at my reference and looked at me like he was gonna really lay it on me.

“So…first of all…she’s…ugh…”  he made a cute little groaning sound and messed up his hair like a toddler. “She’s the best.”

A large machete pushed through my chest cavity. “Go on.” I choked out.

“She’s just, so funny. Girls usually annoy me so much, but…I don’t know. She’s just so different.” He breathed out.

My hands started shaking. I felt so embarrassed, even though he wasn’t even calling me out. This was the worst kind of torture.

“And…she’s…I mean…she’s so…pretty. You know me, I usually don’t care about stupid stuff like that, but…damn.” He marveled up at the wall, like it was my he was looking at and not the pasty stucco of the dorm room’s ceiling.

A mortified red tint came to my face, thank god it was dark. Every word he said felt like a torment, like instead of saying how happy he was, he was just saying ha-ha I, you’re a loser, and I could never like you.

“That’s great.” I spoke, sounding a little bit choked up as if a squirrel had crawled down my throat, started a family, then all died in a fiery massacre.

His smile brightened. “I’m glad you approve. What was I talking about again?”


“Right. Her. She’s so unbelievably easy to be around, it’s like – when I’m with her, I want it to be only her and me. Is that weird?”

My face fell to the edge of the earth. It was like we were on totally different pages. He was off in his little own ‘dream girl’ world, while my life was in absolute ruins.

Hurricane Gray would leave no survivors. I’d be a mess of a girl if I lost him.

“It’s not weird,” I answered his previous question, because that’s exactly how I felt with him. If that was wrong, then I should be locked up for life.

“She may e kind of a dork, and weirdly clingy, but I lo…I like her.” He caught himself at the last moment and I almost burst into tears on the spot.

I had lost him, my only salvation, the only boy I’d ever felt this strongly about. He had fallen into the arms of another girl, and she had no damn idea how lucky she was.

She’d better treat him right. She’d better hold him on his parent’s anniversary while he cries, and she’d better help him with his AP Stats homework (because I love him, but he’s really bad at that class) and she’d better make him laugh, even when he doesn’t feel like it.

She’d better take care of him, or we’d have a huge problem.

“Hey, are you ok? You’re being weirdly quiet. I figured you’d be a huge blabbermouth about it…” he admitted quietly.

“Uh…fine.” I spoke, even though I was clearly not fine. I had one of those heavy brick-like lumps in my throat. I was actually physically fighting myself not to cry. I should be happy for Gray, dammit, I’m a terrible friend. “Can you, uh…are you gonna tell me who she is?” I asked jokingly.

He quieted, and his face stiffened into something I didn’t quite recognize, which said a lot, because I had memorized virtually everything his adorable face could make.

“Well…that’s the thing…” he said. “I can’t tell you, but…I’ll give you a hint.”

I felt like a sledgehammer had hit me point-blank in the face. Great. A scavenger hunt. Why don’t we just up and call it find-the-smashed-pieces-of-Juvia’s-heart?

“Ok.” I bluntly coughed.

“Well…she’s my favorite person to be around.”

He said the last half of his sentence like it was a reference to a movie. I was majorly blanking out.


Before I could utter an intelligent syllable, my dorm room swung open, to reveal Lucy, Erza, and levy, my dorm mates.

“Fuck,” I whispered, realizing just how weird it was that gray and I were sitting and talking in the same bed directly after I had told all of them that I was too sick to go to campfire.

“oooooOOOOOOHHH,” Lucy sang, like a five-year old girl who’d caught her friend writing a swear-word on the bathroom wall.

“Oh my god, shut up-“

“I’m sick,” Levy mocked my voice and made a fake tear trail down her face.

“I’m sick for Gray’s di-

“I almost leapt off the bed, which was a top bunk, and smacked Erza directly in the boobs for that comment, but she was laughing so hard she didn’t even get to finish.

“I’ll go.” Gray mumbled, equally embarrassed by the situation.

“For the best,” I gagged as he jumped down and walked out, bidding me with a tiny hand wave before exiting. The millisecond he left, Lucy hounded me for gossip like a badly-trained German Shepard.


“I’m going to bed,” I interrupted bitterly, turning my back on her, like a dismissive bitch, and walking back to my bunk bed.

Ok, so that was megabitchy of me. I’d just had my heart shattered by the man I held most closely to my heart, can you really blame me?


“Just don’t. I can’t, really, any other time, just…not now.” I spoke, not turning my head so they wouldn’t see that I was crying. They didn’t need to worry about me. Once again, I’d be responsible for picking up the pieces of my broken heart. This wasn’t new, I was just hoping that maybe I could rely on Gray to take good care of me.

“Oh…I’m…really sorry, I was just joking-“

“it’s not you, I promise, just…let me have this.” I whispered, hugging my pillow so hard it almost popped. The dorm room was eerily silent that night, but even I could hear their secretive whispers in the bathroom, wondering exactly what the hell had happened between Gray and I.

And to be honest, I wished I could give them an answer.




The next day was the same. I was lucky enough that the girls had dropped the subject and allowed me a day of pretending the night before hadn’t happened. However, they hadn’t forgotten. I saw the gossipy looks they shot me when I was in the vicinity of Gray.

Speaking of Gray, he had no idea how much he’d broken me. He went along on his merry-fucking way, like he hadn’t gutted me of my internal organs last night and everything was aight.

Well let me just tell you now, everything is notaight.

“So,” he came up to me before a lecture on abstinence (sex camp, remember?) and his hand brushed my arm. I shivered despite myself and looked up at him, him and his stupid height advantages. “You figure out who it is yet?”

My eyebrows furrowed. That one stupid hint was supposed to solve everything?

“No,” I admitted. “Why?”

His face fell dramatically, so much so that I took keen notice. Why did he care so much that I knew who she was? Did he really need my approval that badly? Or was he just trying to rub it in my face that he’d never be mine?

“Ah. You need another clue then, I suppose.” He sighed dramatically. A teacher was eyeing us rather closely, as if sending aggressive abstinence vibes via stare, so we parted ways and he promised to give me a clue after the seminar, not that I cared about his stupid mystery girl. She could suck an egg.

The seminar was dumb as all shit, just as I’d suspected, with Mean Girls level STD awareness charts and stupid stories of teen pregnancies that were somehow going to keep everyone in the room from the evil that was sexual intercourse.

“As you can see, sex is wrong unless you are married.” A teacher spoke passionately. She looked like she hadn’t gotten decent dick since ’96, her hair was greasy and sticking to the sides of her head like plastic wrap.

“Thanks for listening kids, we’ll see you after lunch for Life, sex, and consequences.” The main director lady spoke into the microphone.

Basically, if I’m going to be brief, our church sends us on these camping trips every year to learn about abstinence and shit. Everyone calls it sex camp, even the directors do.

Because yes – in case you were wondering, the best way to teach kids how to be abstinent is to lock them in the woods in remote cabins and minimal parental guidance and let them run wild. Sounds great.

“Juvia,” Gray caught up to me with ease on our way to the dining hall. Huh. He mustn’t have noticed that I was blatantly avoiding him. I was putting off this ‘mystery girl’ shit as long as I possibly could. “Hey, so…about that clue…”

I was this close to turning around and telling that lil asshole off, but then I saw his cute-ass blushy face and I melted into an actual liquid.

“Go on,” I gurgled, like the lifeless puddle that I was.

“Right, so…she’s…a performer.” He said, adding a hesitant smile to the end, like I was supposed to be acing these clues.

My face probably looked similar to a blank etch-a-sketch.


“That’s my cue,” he said cutely, saluting me and running away from an angry Natsu in tennis-shoes, and sockless.

Normally I’d be halfway amused by their shenanigans, but not today folks, not fucking today.

What the hell was up with these clues? Some girl, who was apparently a performer, and his favorite person to be around.

God dammit Gray, if there was any time to be cryptic, it sure as hell wasn’t now.

My gaze followed him running away from Natsu like they were in fourth grade, and I couldn’t even summon a smile.

Time to eat my feelings, I guess. I’m pretty sure Lucy smuggled in some Cosmic Brownies…




“So it’s like…a scavenger hunt?” Levy asked as I devoured the entire box of artificial chocolate like a savage wolverine.

“Yes.” I answered, even though it came out a little less articulate due to brownie residue.

“So, we find this girl, and we kill her. Problem solved.” Erza offered. I love her sometimes.

“Yeah, what were the clues again? Let me write them down…” Lucy clicked her pen and offered consolation brownies as I had helplessly confessed everything that happened to my friends in the dorm room.

“A performer, and his favorite person to be around.” I repeated, for what felt like the hundred-billionth time.

“Huh. Know any performers? Maybe she’s in the drama club?” Levy said.

“Nope. He hates drama club, thinks they’re too prissy and they overreact.” I explained. Then I ate another brownie, because, why the hell not?

“Oookeee, I think you’ve had enough,” Erza announced, plucking the brownie out of my mouth like a sippy cup and throwing it into the trash.

“Why don’t you throw me in there too, Erza…” I begged. She rolled her eyes at my dramatization.

“Look, if Gray likes this chick, maybe you’ll like her too?” Lucy consoled, before making a grossed out face, like hearing the words she just said made her recoil. “Sorry, I’m bad at this.”

“It’s ok,” I said, and I meant it. It wasn’t their job to fix me up after a broken heart. I walk a lonely road, the only road that I have ever known.

Ew. I’m really stooping now, quoting songs is stage one of break-ups.

“You’ll get over him, Juvia.” Levy patted my back as I stared at the ground.

The problem was, I really, really didn’t think I would.




“Did you figure it out?”

I almost coughed orange juice everywhere, because what the fuck.

Gray,” I breathed, after several heaving gasps of half-air half-orange juice. “What was that for?”

“Sorry,” he apologized, even though he didn’t look sorry. “You heven’t figured out who it is yet, have you?”

“I…no.” I admitted, slightly offended that he thought that little of me.

He sighed deeply, stealing my orange juice and taking a huge swallow before  handing it back to me. My jaw fake dropped at his rudeness and he grinned.

I hate him so much ohmygod-

“Ok.” He said, holding his finger out. “Only one more clue after this though, kay?” He raised his eyebrows and I internally squealed.

“Sure.” I said instead, remembering that we were talking about the girl he was in love with.

“Ok. She talks waaaayyy too much.” He said, before walking back to the boy’s side of the lunch room, because apparently that was a thing.

Well, that was vague.

Damn you, Gray Fullbuster. And you know what, fuck you too, mystery girl. Suck. An. Egg.




On the last day of sex camp, Lucy helped me pack all of my stuff into my suitcases all the while blabbing my ear off about something stupid Natsu said o her.

“-said I looked like a bunny. Bunnies are not sexy. They are cute, and…rodent-y, I guess. Ugh, this is going horrible.” She moaned.

Right. I forgot that she was still trying to get Natsu to have sex with her before senior year was over.

At least you have a boy, I thought bitterly as I tore the sheets off of my bed.

Today, Gray would give me his final clue. I was dreading it whole-heartedly. As in, my whole body was shaking and I was almost in tears dreading it, but I like to think that I’m pretty damn good at hiding my pain.

“-via? Are you even listening, or are you in Fullbuster-land?” Lucy mocked. My back straightened and I nodded guiltily.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. There are-“

“-plenty of fish in the sea, I know. It’s just like me to set my sights on a killer fucking whale.” I moaned, burying my face in my smooshy pillow.

“Gray the orca. Huh. That’s a weird metaphor.” Lucy laughed. She was such a cute dork, I loved her.

“Hey, I’m gonna take my stuff to the bus, you want me to take some of your stuff?” she asked charitably. I shook my head.

“No, you don’t have to.” I told her, I’d feel bad if she was only being nice because I’d recently had my heart yanked out and exploded in front of me.

“I can, it’s fine – I’m gonna make Natsu carry everything for me anyways,” she grinned cheekly and hoisted up my packed bags. I smiled back sadly and wtched her leave.

All that was left, were my blankets and sleeping bag. I reluctantly plucked up my pillow, remembering two days ago when I had cried myself to sleep on it because of stupd, stupid Gray Full-


I jumped so high my head hit the ceiling (bunk beds – they’re out to get me) before I whipped around to se Gray leaning onto the doorframe like a sexy Bond villain.

“H-hey.” I stuttered, remembering that he was only here to hint who he loved to me.

“H-hey.” He mirrored my tone and gave me a lopsided grin. “It’s just me, what’s with the stutter?”

Of course. That’s the problem, you dork. It’s just you.

“Nothin’.” I muttered, crawling down the ladder once I had gathered all of my belongings.

“Did you learn lots?” he asked me jokingly.

I nodded like an astounded three year old. “I learned how babies are made – did you know that they’re not dropped in by storks? Who knew??”

He laughed, so much that his body shook against the frame. I liked it when I did that, it made me feel accomplished, because I knew very well that it was hard to make Gray laugh, especially if you didn’t know him very well. He was a stoic little asshole.

I shoved all of my crap into the last bag and sat down on the bag while I zippered it shut. Gray watched me, a half-amused smile on his face while admiring my struggles like the sadistic little weirdo that he was. The sadistic weirdo that I loved.

“Ready for the last clue?” he asked, without further ado, as I gathered up my bag and met him at the doorway.

“Huh. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.” I joked, even though I was being completely honest. I might lose it if I found out who he loved.

Oh my god. What if it was Erza? What if it was one of my friends? I’d die-

“Maybe you won’t.” He said suggestively. I looked up and he winked at me.

Ok. Now that was weird. Maybe he’s possessed, or someth-

Then, he leaned down and kissed me, on the fucking mouth.

I made an internal screaming noise, and my entire chest seized up. His lips were so soft and warm, it was the greatest thing I’d ever experienced.

Once my body finished having a mini seizure, I reacted appropriately and threw my arms around him unceremoniously. I pushed myself upwards, meeting his lips with a little bit more force, and he smiled against me and let his arms drape to the back of my waist, keeping me facing upwards cleverly.

He pulled away for a second and I panicked, thinking I had done something wrong, but to my surprise he came right back, like I was his air and he’d die without me. It felt good to be needed, so good. I clutched his shirt in my hands frantically and made an embarrassing moaning sound as he ran his teeth along my bottom lip…

Oh god. I was going to die. He was too damn good at this. That’s it. R.I.P. Juvia, beloved daughter, killed by Gray fucking Fullbuster.

I could feel the laughter rumble in his chest from my little moan as he held me close, like I was precious to him. I didn’t ever want to lose this feeling, just me, him, and-


Fuck Lucy Heartfilia. Fuck her straight to hell.

Gray and I separated like we had been struck by lightning. Lucy was literally jumping up and down like there was an invisible jump-rope surrounding her a she screamed.


I felt like Lucy’s reaction was pretty much my reaction, because holy fucking shit-

My knees buckled involuntarily ad I stumbled face-first into Gray’s chest. He steadied me with his hands on my waist, and I felt my heartbeat triple in rate. I might actually die of a heart attack, right now.

“I GOTTA TELL EVERYONE!” Lucy screamed, before racing off like the roadrunner.

A second after she left, Gray looked down at me and smiled guiltily. “So…”

“It’s me,” I deduced, an embarrassed blush rising to my cheeks.

I was so dumb, why didn’t I think of it? A million memories flooded into my head, Gray telling me that I was his favorite person to be around one late night while we watched terrible horror movies, me falling down the stairs and telling Gray that I had fallen on purpose and that I was a performer, me talking ALL THE TIME-

“Yeah, it is you.” he agreed. I made a nervous gagging sound and grabbed the wall for support.

“You…you asshole,” I spoke, curling my fist against his chest. “You scared the shit out of me you assy-assho-

He cut me off by squishing me up against his warm chest and laughing. I can’t remember feeling more at home.

“I like you, Juvia.” He said boldly, which I truly appreciated, because I knew how hard it was for him to admit his feelings to people. “And if you don’t like me back, this is really awkward.”

Dumbass.” I muttered. “I liked you before you even knew me…”

Whoops. Didn’t mean to let that little tidbit slip out…

“What?” He made a confused face and looked down at me.

“Uh…nothing! It’s nothing…just keep hugging me, dork.” I demanded, pressing my cheek up against his collarbone.

“Ok,” he agreed with a grin, looking up at the ceiling as if to say @god can you believe this chick?

This was it. Heart mended. Gray had done it- he’d proved me wrong, for the millionth time.

“How many people do you think Lucy’s told?” He asked me quietly.

“Hmm…my guess is…everyone.” I answered him truthfully.

He released me from his bear hug and lightly grabbed my hand, like he was nervous to do so. He’s fucking cUTE.

“Ready to face them, then?” he asked hopefully. I nodded, positive that my face was as pink as Natsu’s hair.

“Together,” I promised, shaking his hand a little.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


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Janthony - Leave

janthony having to hide their relationship because there’s a really really strict policy in the theatre about dating and jas accidentally blurts out “we can’t keep doing this” and they end it but it hurts a lot seeing each other at work - Fic Prompt™/Very Persuasive™ anon

“do you want me to leave?“ when they get in a fight and jas doesn’t know what to do and anthony doesn’t either and it hurts him a lot when she’s crying - Fic Prompt™/Very Persuasive™ anon

i combined two of these together and this fic isn’t even that bad woo !!

there’s also a little bit of this prompt but sadly no janitor’s closet for janthony: when they first fell in love at the rehearsals when they found out they were paired up for dancing and now they’re somehow in a fucking janitors closet at the Richard Rogers and all Anthony can say is “kiss me" - Fic Prompt™/Very Persuasive™ anon

and this prompt too: protective-dad!lin who goes off on anthony because he doesn’t want jas to get hurt - Fic Prompt™/Very Persuasive™ anon

Word Count: 3,434 Words (it’s long sorry!)
TW: some yelling, screaming, cursing, etc, it’s kinda not fluff? kinda but also not kinda yknow

Note: when i said “candles excluded” i was thinking about light my candle from rent and how i love renee as mimi ok bye

Jasmine remembered in her contract before she signed it (she made sure to read all of the fine print, three times over, then some more), this very specific sentence that caught her eye while scanning the fine print again, “You cannot be in romantic relations with any cast member; having any romantic relations will conclude in consequences.”

Honestly, she thought it was a whole lot of whatever. It was one of the worst and annoying rules ever. Who even made those rules, some heartless person? It seemed as though every place had that same exact rule for some stupid reason. So what if she found love on and off the stage? What was the real harm in that? It would only result in a beautiful relationship, right? Would someone really care if two people got into a relationship, did it really matter?

And so one day, when she was cast (bless that whole day in its entirety), she met the rest of her cast members that she’d be with for seven, eight shows a week. She was the last of the cast members to be on the team and everyone was already with their own friends. Yes, everyone was kind and all, but someone would be talking about previous times, when they did this and when they did that and Jasmine shied away from the group quite quickly. She didn’t feel as welcome as she had expected to. Since Lin was off doing his own thing, she decided to fend for herself in the big sea that was The Public Theatre and its inhabitants.

If that day wasn’t fateful enough, there was one guy who was very welcoming to her, much to her surprise.

“Hello!” He said to her, almost scaring her as he watched her jump in her own skin. He snuck up behind her; one of the things he always found himself doing. He was fond of his so-called talent. Sometimes, it didn’t work too well; he was a tad bit loud, only a tad bit. “I’m Anthony, you must be Jasmine, we heard great things about you!”

“Uh, really?” Jasmine really should have been more used to this by now. She grew up in the theatre, did movies and did an off-Broadway show already. She’s gotten many a callback, many a rejection, yet she was still not used to all of the background checks. “Thank you. I’m sorry, I really should have done some kind of research on my cast members like you had done.”

“Oh, no. Not really research, I guess. Lin just talks a lot about you, since you’re the last one to come. Really awesome things.” Anthony grinned at her. She was hoping she’d be seeing more of that beautiful smile that he had in the future, it was extremely bright and shiny.

“Really? I got to talk to him during the auditions; he’s a really nice guy.” Jasmine commented on the man who has done pretty much all. Lin had brought them all together, even if at first he did not know that. Hamilton brought wonders, to everyone really, not just the cast and crew.

“He is!” Anthony exclaimed. He had a really bright smile, a bright enough smile to light up the whole room, candles excluded. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to really talk to anyone yet. Everyone’s really nice, honestly. We had a party to celebrate everyone’s casting a little while ago; maybe we should have another one.” He suggested.

“Oh, nah. That’s too much for one person. I’m just the last one coming in, that’s alright.” Jasmine did that hand gesture you do to mean whatever. Jasmine didn’t mind being the last one in, it was just whatever happened and it was meant to be that way.

“No, no! I’m sure everyone would want that too! Nobody really got to know you, personality wise, yet. It’s kinda rude, you know?“ Anthony sure knew how to make a woman’s brain tick, and tick well it did. He was absolutely one of the most genuine people she had ever met by far.

“Yeah, I suppose so, it’s no big deal really,” Jasmine softly replied, biting her lip for the briefest second. She didn’t really know what to say; what do you say to a guy who seemed really nice to you and you don’t know if he’s potentially flirting with you? Yeah, me too.

“Hey, um,” Anthony paused to think a little bit. Jasmine could tell he was thinking because a corner of his lips tugged upwards while he looked off into the distance. No, she didn’t know him or his body language well, but she did know that those facial expressions were common when related to thinking, at least that’s what she saw in the movies. Before speaking again, he directed his attention back to Jasmine. “Do…do you think I could have your number?”

“My number?” Jasmine asked, turning her head a little as if to see if he was asking someone behind her. Lo and behold, they were the only ones on stage at this point. “Like, mine?”

“Um, yeah, yours.” Anthony felt a blush creeping onto his freckled cheeks. He made a gesture with his hands to wave it off, like it wasn’t serious at all. “I mean, just for future reference, y'know?” He sheepishly smiled.

“Yeah, okay.” Jasmine then proceeded to swap phones with him. She put in her name as Jasmine, with no emoji next to it, because she really didn’t know what to put. She decided to keep it professionally casual.

“See you tomorrow!” Anthony called out, running off backstage. When she really realized it, everyone had already left when the rehearsal had ended for the day. Jasmine walked off, swiping around to look at Anthony’s contact page. He put “Anthony” with a cute turtle emoji. Wait, did she just call an emoji cute? She never really called emojis cute, especially a turtle emoji. Huh, what was this guy doing to her?

Jasmine felt a buzz in her back pocket as she walked back to her apartment. Sliding her phone out, she saw that there was more than a few texts from Anthony. Yeah, they’ve been texting back and forth quite a bit, between rehearsals and on their days off, whenever they could. It was already three weeks after Jas had her first rehearsal; it seemed so long ago. Time flies when you’re having fun.

From: Anthony 🐢
Can we talk right now?
From: Anthony 🐢
I really wanna ask you something
From: Anthony 🐢
Hey text back it’s important
From: Anthony 🐢
From: Anthony 🐢
For real will you pls frickin respod
From: Anthony 🐢
From: Anthony 🐢

To: Anthony 🐢
What’s up?

From: Anthony 🐢

To: Anthony 🐢
Tell me
To: Anthony 🐢
tell mE NOW

From: Anthony 🐢
From: Anthony 🐢
Can you let me take you out on a date?

To: Anthony 🐢
I don’t know. Can you?
To: Anthony 🐢
And the answer is no

From: Anthony 🐢

To: Anthony 🐢

From: Anthony 🐢

To: Anthony 🐢
it said nobody can have any relationships with anybody

From: Anthony 🐢
Nobody even cares about that tho
From: Anthony 🐢
It’s a whole lot of bullshit I hope you know that
From: Anthony 🐢
Ephraim and Sasha are dating they even told Lin about it too, he was chill
From: Anthony 🐢
What if we did it in secret?

To: Anthony 🐢
A date it is then

From: Anthony 🐢
From: Anthony 🐢

And so they went on their date. It was a fantastic night for the both of them. They went out to dinner then out to a bar. To much surprise for Anthony, Jasmine ordered a beer. He pegged her more as a martini or red wine kind of girl. The classy kind, but a beer was good still. Jasmine sure knew how to get down, both in her alcoholic taste and her dance abilities on the floor. Of course, there were no dirty moves; who actually does those on a first date with a person you’re trying to impress?

They continued to have dates. They had little talks at the theatre in each other’s dressing rooms when nobody was inside and when all their cast members left. They called each other at night occasionally. Good morning and good night texts happened too. They even stole kisses sometimes, in the janitor’s closet, or the bathroom, or anywhere that could be locked. They were perfect in every single way. They complimented each other; one had more of what the other lacked and vice versa. Everything seemed perfect, they were in lovers’ paradise.

Until the “paradise” was instead a bombed island of despair and hopelessness.

It was seven months in. They were seven months in.

They were both so eager to just blurt it out and tell everybody. But, lately, the only interactions were just full blown arguments. About everything.

“Anthony, I can’t keep cleaning the dishes. You’re the one making the mess at my own house!” Jasmine yelled at him, gesturing angrily to the full sink of dishes.

“I would do it, if you even allowed me at your house sometimes! This is the first time you said I could come over, in weeks! Jasmine, in weeks!” Anthony brought as much fire to the table as she did.

“I’m leaving.” Angry tears streamed down her face and she knew too well that her mascara would leave her skin a stained mess. She didn’t care that she was also wearing a plain white shirt that day, but that shirt was also Anthony’s. She couldn’t just rip off the shirt in front of him. She’d return it. Tuesday. The next day.

“You can’t leave your own house!”

“No, I’m leaving you.” Jasmine took her keys and wallet and walked over to the door. She took one last glance at him before opening the door and slamming it behind her, leaving the man who had captured her heart for good, keeping it locked up.

That night, late at night, Jazzy returned to an empty apartment, with an empty sink. She sighed. She hadn’t been expecting something like this to come so soon. There was no way of escaping the pang of guilt and hurt that her chest was feeling constricted by.

Tuesday morning. The exact thing Jas wanted was Tuesday morning. She tossed the now-washed shirt into her bag with disdain. She was not going to be that ex (ex, were they really exes now?) that is going to keep a whole lot of things from the other one. She was going to return it back to him. At least that was her intention.

She walked into the theatre through the stagedoor. She did stop to take a few pictures, sign a few things, but for the most part, she just didn’t feel up to it today. Jasmine just had to fight off the feeling of heartbreak.

When she saw Anthony talking to Daveed as she passed Daveed’s dressing room, she didn’t care if she was disrupting the most important conversation of their lives. Jasmine shoved the white t-shirt to his chest and muttered, “Here,” before walking off angrily to her dressing room.

“Anthony, what the hell is her deal?” Daveed asked him, looking straight into his eyes. Jasmine was like a younger sister to him since she joined the cast.

Anthony had to admit: Daveed was scary as hell when it came to things like this. “We kind of broke up.” He muttered quietly like a small puppy being chastised by its owner. His voice was kept to a low volume, barely inaudible at this point.

Daveed shook his head furiously as he closed and locked the door so nobody would hear. There was still two or three hours to curtain call; Daveed had more than enough time to instigate an intervention. He turned back to Anthony. “You broke up? When did you even get together?”

“Seven months ago.”

How the fuck do you keep this big of a secret from us?”

“I-I don’t know, Daveed!” Anthony became so frustrated with himself and sighed.  “Daveed, help me, please, I’ve messed everything up with her. Please,” He pleaded as if it were life or death. Anthony placed his hand on his face, the bottom edge of his palm vertically on his nose. He was about to start crying, he knew he was about to start crying.

“Man, the best I can do is give you advice!” Daveed exhaled a large breath, running a hand through his hair. His hand rested on his neck before it retreated back to its place by the side of his body. “You know you’re gonna get hella shit for this, you didn’t tell anybody about it! For seven months too!” Daveed rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe you did this to her, Jazzy’s like a sister to me, to all of us.”

“I know, I know. I messed up so badly, I know.” Anthony slumped into a chair with a random Oakland shirt draped onto it. “Just tell me the advice.”

“Why do you look about to cry, Jazzy?” Renée had that look on her face, you know, with the weird eye and the raised eyebrow, yeah, that kind of look. Renée was like a mother figure to Jazzy. Renée took care of her, loved her, Renée was the mom of the show, pretty much.

Jasmine decided cut the crap, put that aside, and not lie. She knew she couldn’t like to Renée, Renée sees right through her. “A-Anthony.”

“Well, what about him?” Renée asked her, walking over to her quickly as she noticed Jazzy breaking down, knees buckling down to the floor, after shutting the dressing room door. Renée gasped softly, going on her knees and wrapping her arms around the younger girl. “Jazzy, what’s wrong?” She whispered, her voice cracked even though it wasn’t her fight to fight.

And Jasmine couldn’t say a word after saying his name. Her body went into a complete automatic cycle of crying and hiccuping and wiping the tears away. She couldn’t say anything. Not a word, not a mumble; her tears spoke louder than everything she could possibly say at that particular moment in time.

And Renée didn’t force her to say anything at all.

Even at her worst point in her life so far, Jasmine still found herself having fun on stage. That’s what she loved about the mesmerizing yet hauntingly beautiful stage, the way she could escape her troubles to be different person other than herself, a character that could potentially be anywhere and any time.

Being playful and childish Peggy had some kind of happy effect on her, for the first act anyway. Just running around the stage, feeling a kid again; it put Jasmine into a much better mood than how she felt earlier as she broke down before Renée.

When it came to act two, she knew her duet with Lin was coming up. As Jasmine applied the smooth, red lipstick to each lip, she felt her breaths becoming shakier and shakier every time she inhaled and exhaled. Why, why was she like this? After all, it was just a stupid showmance that she should have thought would amount to something. It was just a fling and it didn’t matter, she thought now. She should have just followed the contract. She wouldn’t have been heartbroken and upset if she had only followed the rules that have been set for her.

Jasmine waltzed onto the Richard Rodgers stage in all of her Maria Reynolds sultry. She knew, and Lin knew, that something was absolutely wrong. She wasn’t looking at Lin sometimes, she almost missed a cue or two, she completely lost her focus, every last piece of it went down the drain.

“Please don’t go, sir!” Jasmine’s voice suddenly had much more passion and intensity than any performance that she had before. She was revved up in a head-to-head fire and ice combat, and clearly, fire won that battle.

“So was your whole story a setup?” He fired back.

“I don’t know about any letter!” At this point, Jazzy was on her knees, Maria begging Hamilton to stay for her. Jazzy couldn’t help but to fight angry tears from streaming down her face, but it happened anyway.

Now, Lin absolutely knew something was wrong.

After the show, Jasmine was extremely tired. She just wanted to curl up in bed and fall asleep. Again, without Anthony by her side, but she had to get used to it sooner or later.

“Jasmine, we’re staging an intervention.” Lin proclaimed as he pushed open the dressing room door, almost like if he was a SWAT team member, something more gentler, but similar. He even kicked the door open. That’s pretty much Lin in a nutshell.

After Lin walked in, Renée, Daveed, Pippa, Oak, and Anthony walked in one after the other, like CIA agents on an important mission. She looked at every single one of them as they passed by her, except Anthony, she couldn’t bear to look back at him even though she knew that he knew that she knew he was completely staring at her with no shame at all.

“Oh my god, Lin, can I just go home, it’s been a long day.” They all knew she wasn’t lying there. She groaned as she slid herself into a chair, knowing this would be taking some time. Everyone pulled up some chairs and sat as well. “Let’s just get this over with,” Jasmine muttered to nobody in particular because she knew everyone would be questioning her. She also directed her gaze downwards so she couldn’t look at anybody.

“Been a long day for all of us, Jas,” Renée commented softly as Jasmine slowly tilted her head up to look at Renée.

“Now, you and you,” Lin pointed to Jasmine and Anthony. “Tell us what’s going on otherwise we’re gonna pry it from you.”

“You tell it,” she muttered in Anthony’s direction.

“Why do I have to tell it?” Anthony fired back loudly. He stood out of his chair. “You’re the one who ended it!”

Jazzy rolled her eyes. If this was how he wanted to play the game, then so be it, just let him have a head’s up: he’s gonna lose. She stood as well, taking off her jean jacket. “You’re the one who started it! If it weren’t for you, if you hadn’t started anything, we wouldn’t have been in this stupid mess!”

“Wait, you two, you got into a relationship?” Oak asked, placing his thumb and index on his chin and jaw, and Daveed nodded to confirm.

“For how long?” Lin asked, eyeing Anthony. Jazzy was like a daughter to him. They were all this one huge family and Lin could hardly bare to see her with tears falling on her face during the performance.

“Seven months,” he muttered in Lin’s direction. He didn’t want to elaborate further than that. There was no reason or point to.

“How did you keep this a secret from us, for seven whole months?” Pippa asked the two of them. “We’re family. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“Okay, so you guys got together and have been together for the past seven months, is that right?” Oak asked. He really felt so out of the loop with this whole thing.

“We broke up.” Anthony breathed out. Instead of Jasmine going off on a tangent as to why he was the one who could say they broke up before she did, she merely nodded in agreement.

“But I don’t want to break up with you, Jazzy.” Anthony looked into her eyes from across the small dressing room. “I really like you. Will you take me back?”

“I do too, Anthony, I really do.” Jasmine sighed. “Which is why it’s so hard that I have to say no.”

Gasps were heard all around the room. “No?!” Lin spit out the water he was drinking. Great, there was water in the carpeted flooring.

Everyone stood with open eyes and mouths as they listened to Jasmine speak. “I can’t let my heart open just to let it be hurt again. It’s happened way too often.”

“But-but Jazzy! We can work this together, I know we can!” Anthony pleaded to her. He got on his knees and clasped his hands together. “Please, please, please!”

“Maybe another day. But that day isn’t today.” Jasmine walked out the door and slammed it.

What Are You Having?

Goddammit. I told myself no new Lightis drabbles until I finish the ones I have but struggle with. Stop making me want to free write them, @stephanythedramaqueen, it still makes me nervous about their characterization, but it feels so good to write XD If you read my IgNoct “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?/Coffee Shop Date”, I used the same name of the coffeehouse and the waitress here, except since there’s no Ignis, she doesn’t show any interest in Light or Noct lol

This is a companion drabble to First Meeting. Expect more companion drabbles.

Your sugar
Yes, please
Won’t you come and put it down on me?
I’m right here, ‘cause I need
Little love, a little sympathy
Yeah, you show me good loving
Make it alright
Need a little sweetness in my life
Your sugar
Yes, please
Won’t you come and put it down on me?

“What did you do?” Noctis’ voice was wedged between aggression and panic, his alarm was justified, however, as he seized the front of his blond friend’s shirt.

“I don’t get why you’re upset. You were gonna ask her out anyway.” Prompto winced at the prince’s distress and averted his gaze from the now glowering crimson orbs burning through him. “Could you not tear my shirt please? I just bought it, bromeo.”

“No. You lost your bro pun privileges. Forever.” Noctis released Prompto with a shove that got the other man landed safely on the couch. “I got to tell her that it was a mistake…” He retrieved the cell phone still displaying the conversation on its screen. “All one big mistake.”

“I gave you a push in the right direction. You’ve thought about it!” The blond protested as he bemoaned the stretched out fabric.

Noctis had met Lightning a week ago after an incident of bumping into each other and again, when he found that she was the liaison officer his father had been expecting. They had exchanged numbers merely because of their association, but their texts that were sent back and forth were a little more casual than what should be relayed between the crown prince and a mediator. She had worked mostly at King Regis’ side maintaining the amicable relationships throughout the four kingdoms, but she informed Noctis not to hesitate to contact her if he needed her. Their in-person conversation had not even lasted three minutes to know that there was chemistry going on and they continued messaging each other for a week. He intended to ask her out on a date and was very vocal about his predicament on how to his friends, mostly to Prompto. The gunslinger suggested asking her out to coffee.

He hated coffee. He only drank it to break away from his unhealthy childhood addiction to Purple Phoenix and the caffeine became a necessity to get through the day. He was going to ask her out for coffee, maybe that day, but he needed to use the restroom and like an idiot, left his phone unattended and vulnerable for a certain meddling blond to access.

And here he was, staring at a message he did not send that read: Would you like to go grab coffee sometime? :)

In the midst of tapping at the screen to apologize for the uncalled message, Noctis chomped on his bottom lip when the speech bubble with ellipses appeared on the screen. He felt the urge to drop his phone and smash it with Gladiolus’ mallet or better yet, run it through with one of his own phantom swords. “Shit. She’s replying.”

“What? What did she say?” Prompto rose from his seat to look over Noctis’ shoulder from a safe distance.

The speech bubble disappeared before appearing again. “I don’t know. Is she trying to find a polite way to put me down?” His breath hitched in his throat before the bubble disappeared. “I’m so screwed.”

“There, there,” Prompto lightly patted his friend’s back. “If she rejects you, you can always pull a save. You know, to save yourself from making it worse.”

“This is all your fault.” The raven-haired man glared darkly at his exuberant friend.

“Hey, hey, I come in peace.” The gunslinger threw up his hands and kept his expression calm. “A true prince would never strike an unarmed civilian, would he?”

The notification on the cell phone chirped and their attention zeroed in on the screen.

Sure. The message read before another message appeared below it. I’m free right now. How about you?

The thundering in Noctis’ ribs rang louder than Prompto’s victorious hurrahs and congratulations to himself next to the prince’s ear. The prince paled.

Abort mission.

“Hey,” Prompto pored over Noctis’ expression with a huge grin on his face. “Light didn’t reject you. She said yes!”

Noctis’ hand clenching the phone tightly felt to his side. He had no strength to lift that arm again and his brain didn’t get the transmission to release the phone. “But she took a while to give me her answer. She probably couldn’t find an excuse to say no…” He said quietly.

“Yeah, she was hella slow. But you know her. Light has no problem turning down anything or anyone. You know that.” The blond lifted the prince’s hand holding the phone. “You got a date now. Now do you want to tell her you can go or should I? I’ll throw in extra emojis to let her know how super happy she made you. Just so she has plenty of reason not to back out.”

Noctis left out a breath he did not realize he held and quickly re-read the previous replies before texting: Meet me at the Café Con Quistador in 15 and pressed the send button before he had second thoughts about it.

“Waah…” Prompto exhaled, impressed with the prince’s speedy and deliberate response. “So cool, so classy. But the execution of that could have been better. You could have asked her to meet you at the palace so you could go together or ask where she was so you can pick her up, you know?”

“Prompto, it’s just coffee. It’s no big deal. Maybe she doesn’t know it’s a date.”

“Noct, buddy, pal, bro-inator, Noct-knock,” Prompto threw his arm over the prince’s shoulder as he brought him in a half-embrace. “In all these years we’ve been friends, your obliviousness continues to surprise me.”


When Noctis arrived, he found Lightning already seated at one of the tables. He immediately looked down at his phone to see if he was miscalculated the time it would take from the palace to the coffeehouse. Thankfully, he was right on time, it would have been embarrassing to be late when he suggested the time in the first place.

As he approached the table, the prince kept his face composed and relaxed as he mentally ran through a series of mantras Prompto coached to him.

“Did I keep you waiting long?” Noctis placed his arm on the back of the chair and a hand on his hip as naturally and suave as he could muster.

Lightning looked up at him, the reserved smile that illuminated like a galaxy did not make Noctis regret the circumstances that led to the date.

“No, I just got here.” She passed a menu to the prince. “I’m glad you wanted to meet. I haven’t had the chance to look around the capital yet and this venue is pretty cozy.”

Noctis took the seat across from her, placing his car keys on the table. “I can show you around sometime.” He found himself blurting immediately before he could stop himself.

Lightning picked up his keys, her focus drawn to the carbuncle trinket she was acquainted with when they first met. “Is that a promise?” Her cool gaze held him in high-regard.

“Yes.” Noctis coughed into his fist, not as subtly as he thought, but she did not press him on it. Was she hinting at a possible date in the future? Maybe he could show her around if she does not have anything after this.

The two of them spent the next couple minutes silently reading over their respective menus.

But for Noctis, it felt like an eternity. The items listed under coffee seemed vast and the letters expanded in front of him while the non-coffee alternatives were too small: teas, hot chocolate, smoothies. He darted several glances at his beautiful date scanning at her page, flipping through her options. He buried his hot face behind the menu. Great, he was staring.

He knew he asked her out for coffee and this was the first that he saw her donned in a casual brown and coral tank top and navy jeans. Thankfully, he was dressed appropriately as well. But what would the liaison officer think if Noctis did not order coffee, expecting and reading into “his” invitation as is?

A young waitress, wearing the coffeehouse’s signature turquoise and black and white striped colors with a beret upon her head, stood at their table. “How y'all doing today? I’m Ristretto, Rizzo if you want, and I’ll be taking care of you two today.”

“Like the espresso shot?” Lightning noted.

Rizzo chuckled as she took the pencil she put behind her ear and pointed the eraser end at the mediator. “Just like the espresso.”

Noctis groaned under his breath. She knows coffee, she must a coffee enthusiast like Ignis. Anxiety clawed at his belly.

“Would you like to try our special house blend today?” The waitress continued, looking at the two.

“No, thanks. I’m not a fan of coffee. Could I get an Earl Grey and a slice of chocolate mousse cheesecake?”

Noctis’ mouth dropped. He could not believe his ears. Not a fan of coffee? Lightning? He wanted to kick himself for worrying over this detail, that if she had a love for coffee and he did not could have been the ultimate deal breaker.

“Sure can, hun.” The waitress scribbled something down. “And you, sugar? What are you having?”

“Uh.” The prince barely gathered his bearings before Rizzo posed her inquiry. “Hot chocolate and I’ll have a slice of what she ordered.” He hooked a thumb to Lightning’s direction.

“One Earl Grey, one hot chocolate, and two slices of our cheesecake coming right up.” She left the two patrons alone once she finished writing on her notepad.

“You say you’re not a fan of coffee. That right?” The prince dropped his voice to a low whisper, unable to contain the astonishment of this enlightening revelation.

Lightning shrugged. “It was never something that I got into. Too bitter and I tried everything to make it sweet.”

“Like what?”

“Marshmallows. Ended up with a sticky mess that didn’t want to melt and ruined marshmallows for me forever.” She gave him a curious glance. “You don’t like coffee either, Noct?”

“No, I hate it. It’s gross.”

“That explains that look on your face in the morning.”

“What look?” Noctis frowned

“The one you just made. Same one you make when you force yourself to drink it.” She laughed softly.

Noctis was appalled but found himself laughing alongside her.

He had to share this with Prompto when he returned.

Title: The Problem With Being Fictional
Pairing: Phan (Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil)
Words: 2.9k+
Genre: Angst, fluff
Warnings: Self-harm, homophobic slurs, a brief mention of smut (Not Phan) 
A/N: This took me forever! I’m not sure how much I like it, but hey, at least it’s done!

Everyone has been there at one time or another. Being hopelessly in love with someone who would never love you back. Perhaps it was a friend that you had a super gay crush on, and they were completely straight. Maybe it was your English teacher who was just old enough to be out of your reach. But most well known and most frustrating is having a crush on a fictional character who will never be with you. But what most people don’t know, or don’t realize, is that storybook characters do in fact have feelings for their readers. At least Phil Lester, a character from ‘the definition of sunshine’ did.Every time he met a new reader, he fell profoundly in love with them. The way the read, their facial expressions, it was captivating. But out of all the readers Phil had ever had fallen in love with, Dan Howell was the most memorable, and the most captivating. ~“Happy birthday Dan!” The family of brunettes chorus. Phil sighs from beneath his wrapper. Of course, it was another birthday present. Probably to a 10 to 12-year-old boy who was the brightest in his class. “Oh! What’s this!” The boy exclaims before beginning to tear off the wrap covering the book excited as to what was underneath. Phil sighs with discontent wanting the squealing to be over, but as soon as Phil catches sight of the boy he gasps. The boy, no older than 11, had warm chocolate eyes that sparkled with wisdom as though they belonged to a much older man. His face was smoothed and tan and on the top was a head of curly hair made to match his eyes. He was stunning. The boy squeals with delight as he hugs the book to his chest, and Phil finds that he doesn’t particularly care about the squealing or the noise, as long as this boy kept him in his hand. 


 A few years pass and the once 11-year-old boy was all grown up and 16. Phil and Dan had many great years with each other. Whenever something bad happened to Dan, Phil would be there waiting to cheer him up.
But no words Phil could have ever uttered would help Dan through what was about to happen. “Daniel honey, can we talk to you?” Mrs. Lester asks softly opening the door to Dan’s room, Mr. Lester following closely behind.
Dan frowns closing the book he had received about 6 years ago. He didn’t bother saving his spot, he already knew what would happen as he had re-read this book to many times to count.“Sure” he sighs forcing a smile on his face.Phil knew that today hadn’t been the best of days for the 17-year-old. His friends had ditched him, and as soon as Dan got over that pain, he found his boyfriend of 3 years cheating on him. With a girl. As Dan places the book (or Phil) on the desk, Phil begs to any God or Goddess listening, that Mr. And Mrs. Howell had good news for the boy he was quite smitten with, but based on the look upon both their faces, Phil was sure his prayers would not be answered.
“Dan, you know we love you and we want to give you the best life possible.” Mr. Lester begins, glancing over at his wife, foot tapping nervously.
“Yeah…” Dan trails. He was sure he knew where this was going. All the fights. All the yelling. It would take an idiot to not know.
“Dan, Darling. Your father and I…” She trails off eyes darting to the floor.
“Just say it,” Dan growls angry tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.
Phil purses his lips straining to hear their words, as they were muffled by the covers and pages of his book.
“Alright, alright… your dad and I are getting a divorce.”
Dan sucks in a breath but nods anyways. “I-I figured” He mumbles before standing up and opening the door for his parents. “I just-uhm-need to be alone”
Mr. And Mrs. Howell nod glancing at each other worriedly. “Okay, darling. We’ll be downstairs if you need us.”
Phil couldn’t see Dan through the cover of his book, but he could very well imagine him nodding numbly to his parents before the door was closed.
Dan sighs softly, picking up the book and opening it, planning to read again.
As the book is opened, Phil gasps softly. He had never seen Dan look so down.
His eyes were red and puffy, with tear streaks down his face, but he wasn’t done crying. There were still crystal-like tears falling softly off of his lashes and all Phil wanted to do was wipe them away.
In his opinion, this beautiful boy did not deserve to look, nor feel like this. Ever.
Dan struggles to read the book, Phil can tell. Usually, it only took around two or three minutes before he flipped the page, and now he was stuck on the same page for about 10 minutes. He eventually gives up and with a strangled cry, he chucks the book half way across the room, landing with a hard thud on the carpeted rug before it falls open again. Phil winces in slight pain as he hits the floor but quickly recovers and gazes solemnly up at the boy who had fallen to his knees, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if shielding himself from the world. Soon, though, he manages to pick himself up and Phil sighs in relief. Perhaps this boy wasn’t too broken. Phil watches as Dan walks towards his book, before quickly scooping it off the floor and placing it on the desk before promptly flinging the drawer open. Phil watches curiously. ‘What in the world could Dan be looking for there?’ He wonders inching closer to the edge of the book. His question is soon answered as the brunette swiftly pulls out a razor. Phil gasps watching the boy lower the blade meant for cutting the hairs on his chin towards his wrist and swiftly tearing it across the skin. ‘Stop!’ Phil tries to scream, but no words come out, just as he had thought. But that didn’t mean he stopped trying. He balled his hands into fists, banging them on the pages of his book yelling and screaming for the boy that he had somehow fallen for to just stop. Dan swipes 5 more times, leaving 6 bright red slashes across his wrists, bleeding profusely. He curses under his breath holding the hem of his shirt to his bleeding arms before dashing out of the room to clean it up, Phil assumed. He gulps wiping his tear streaked cheeks before turning towards his pages. He was going to do something he was told never to do. He was changing the story. 


Dan’s walk to school in the morning was slightly different from his previous ones. Then again, he, himself was slightly different from most mornings.
True, he still had his book he received at age 11 clutched in his hand, but his attitude or walk wasn’t the same. Any other day, he would nearly be skipping to school, a large smile planted on his face as he waved to every car he saw, but today, not so much. The hand that wasn’t clutching the book tightly was stuffed in his hoodie pocket, his head was bowed, hood over his head, instead of smiling, there was a large frown etched on his face and his wrists were stinging quite badly. “Morning Daniel.” One of his favorite teachers chirps cheerily. “How are you?” Dan sighs forcing a large, fake smile on his face. “I’m just dandy” he lies grinning almost maniacally at her. Fake it until you make it right?The teacher flashes a smile. “How wonderful!” She cheers before strolling down the hall to say hi to some other students. Dan sighs softly watching her go before sitting on a bench near to his old friends. As he opens his book, words like knives pierce into the back of his head. ‘fag’ they whisper. ‘Mistake of god’ they hiss. It was painful.
Who knew his best friends turned out to be so homophobic.He forces his gaze away from the group and opens his book reading the words he had practically burned into his head. But as he scanned through the words scattered on the pages, he notices something was very wrong.
This isn’t the story he read. True it still had the same basic plot, but the words were changed, and the characters actions were different.
Frowning he closes the book staring intently at the cover that held the protagonist. He was a very handsome, pale skinned man, with midnight black hair sweeping low over his forehead, nearly touching his eye. Dan would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine what it would be like to have him run his fingers through his hair or feel him whisper sweet things in his ear.
Maybe this is why he didn’t have any friends. Because he spent far too much time fantasizing over fictional characters.He shakes his head opening the book again and reading the words that lay on the page. It was still very weird, but hey, now he has something a little different to read for once. He’d question it later, but for now, he’d simply enjoy the story. 

“Phil… Can I admit something to you?” Jonathan sighs looking up at the dark haired male. Phil nods distractedly as he watches the TV in front of him assuming whatever his friend had to say wasn’t important. It never was. Usually, it was something stupid like ‘I actually really like My Little Pony’ he would say before bursting into a fit of giggles. “I-i- I think I may be depressed” A moment of silence passes, Phil was no longer paying attention to show that somehow seemed very stupid now. “Wh-why do you say that?” He asks turning to his friend and cursing himself for stuttering.“Nothing feels the same anymore, day after retched day I wake up dreading what lay ahead, I’m never genuinely happy, it’s always fake. A-and, I-uhm- I did this,” Jonathan reaches up and yanks his sleeve up revealing dozens of cuts up and down his arm. Phil gasps hands flying to his mouth. “A-and it felt better than the pain inside” Phil rips his gaze from Jonathan’s arms, towards his solemn face. Slowly Phil lifts his arms, outstretching them towards the broken boy sitting in front of him. Jonathan takes the invitation falling into the pale skinned boy’s arms tears beginning to fall down his face. “Shh,” Phil soothes rubbing Jonathan’s back softly. “I promise you…. Everything will get better. I’ll be sure of it. Remember all those times I was there in the pass, this time will not be any different “

Dan jumps as the bell rings loudly throughout the school. He was so invested in the story he had forgotten where he was. Sighing he closes the book, stuffing it into his backpack and heading to his first class head still reeling about what had happened in the book. It almost felt as if Phil was talking to him. He cuts his thought off by shaking his head furiously. There was no way he was talking to him personally. Right?


“So…. You take this book with you everywhere Dan?” The psychologist asks softly flipping through the pagePhil'sbook. Dan gives a minuscule nod, frowning down at his hands.A few months after the divorce Dans parents noticed something was very wrong with their son and decided that he should start in therapy. So far, it hadn’t worked.But what had worked was Phil. Anytime Dan was feeling sad or upset, Phil always had something different to say. Even though it was always directed towards Jonathan, Dan really felt like it was for him. “Dan, I’m pretty worried about that. Your obsession with this book seems rather…. unhealthy” she admits leaning forward, staring intently at the boy donned in all black, who was constantly tugging his sleeves down over his wrists. Dan rolls his eyes irritability. “There are many kids who always read the same books and carry them around everywhere” He fumes eyebrows furrowed as he glares at the therapist. She sighs scribbling something down on her clipboard. She always carried that clipboard. Dan was sure if he was ever to run into her anywhere outside of this office, she would have this very clipboard clutched in her hand, scribbling away about what everyone did. “Yes there are Dan,” she admits shifting slightly in her chair. “But have you ever realized that these kids have depression?” Dan rolls his eyes but doesn’t respond. It was true. He had noticed it, but he put it to the back of his mind. “Dan. I think it would be best if I held onto this book for a while.” She suggests placing the brightly colored book on the side table.Dans eyes widen, but he quickly regains his composure. “You can’t. Not unless my mom says it’s ok” he shrugs leaning back in his chair and staring at the therapist challengingly. “Well Dan,” she begins, raising an eyebrow at the boy. “Your mom told me that I was allowed to do anything that would help you improve, and this, I am sure will help you a great deal” Dan raises his eyebrows slightly, leaning forward on his elbows. “Taking that book away from me, will only cause more self destruction on my part. That book helps me alot, and without it I may not be able to cope” he shrugs. “Unless that sounds like improvement to you, then I suggest you give me my book back” The therapist opens her mouth to argue, but seemingly can’t come up with anything as she quickly closes is and putting the book back into Dan’s outstretched hand.“If I’m not mistaken,” he sighs standing up, “that is the end of the hour and I shall be on my way” he states before sweeping out of the room, book clutched successfully in his hand. He finally sighs softly  as he strides down the hallway and out of the building towards his car. When he arrives at his small flat that he shared with his mother and her boyfriend (who he hated) he quickly dashes up the stairs, landing on his bed with a small smile as he opens up his book.

There was a light knock on the door and Jonathan stands to answer it. Phil. Honestly, as much as Jonathan loved his best friend, sometimes his bright smile was a little too blinding.
“Hey!” Phil exclaims walking into the house. “How’d therapy go?”
Jonathan purses his lips closing the door silently behind Phil. “It was… ok” He mumbles sitting on the couch and making room for his friend.
“Still hate it?” Phil asks sympathetically turning his body towards Jonathan.
Jonathan purses his lips before nodding quickly. “It’s horrible! She doesn’t understand me! She’s just doing it for the paycheck!” He exclaims, pouting at his best friend. “Why do I have to go?”
Phil just shrugs pulling the boy into a tight hug. “You know your parents want you to go”, He says into the other boys ear as he clings tightly holding back tears. “And believe me, it’ll be good for you”
Jonathan sniffles softly. “Y-Yeah, I guess” He mumbles softly. “Thanks Phil.”
Phil smiles softly. “It’s always my pleasure.


Many years passed, and still, Phil never left nor got bored of the boy who ended up growing into such a handsome and happy young man.
But no story is complete without a heart break.
Phil will never forget about it. He had thought that even though Dan had become so happy now, he still would never leave Phil. No matter what.
It was that way for awhile until one evening he saw Dan getting ready to go out, and Phil was excited. He always was when Dan took him out.
Then there was a knock on the door and Dan went to answer it, grinning from ear to ear.
“You ready to go?” A deep, baritone voice asked from the door. Dan nodded. “Great, let’s get on our way” Dan giggles and the door shuts behind him, the bang resonating throughout the room. Phil was in shock. Dan never left him!
He waited. 1 hour passed, then 2, then 3, and still no Dan. Phil’s eyes flickered to the clock constantly, hoping with all his might that Dan would come home (without the mysterious man) curl up with Phil in hand, have a good few minutes of pleasant reading time, and then go to bed.
Finally 2am rolled around and Phil heard the wonderful click of the door being unlocked, but his hopes would not become a reality.
Dan stumbled into the lounge drunk out of his mind, and a handsome, dark haired male looming above him.
“Where’s your room?” He slurs sultrily, holding Dan by the waist. Phil gasps understanding what was about to happen.
“Not room.” Dan mumbles grinning up at the man with heavy lidded eyes. “Couch”
The man nods and Phil is disgusted. Not the couch Dan and Phil had spent many great reading sessions on, not the couch Phil watched Dan get better.
In a flurry of clothes and hands, the two boys clothes are quickly discarded and Phil turns away, tears streaming down his face as he presses his hands against his ears, blocking out the groans of the two men behind him.
He should have known better than to fall for the wonderful, beautiful, man like Dan. That was the problem of being fictional. No matter how much you fight it, you will always get your heart broken in the end.