#I realised that if I wanna finish all this before the anniversary celebration I need to pick up the pace a bit jdfbskf so here we go :')

[samanthamulder]

THE X-FILES (1993-2018)

SEASON EIGHT — I will go on record to say this: that I have seen things that I cannot explain. I have observed phenomena that I cannot deny. And that as a scientist and a serious person it is a badge of honor not to dismiss these things because someone thinks they're BS.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Always

Pairing → Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters → Supernatural

Summary → Y/N is feeling insecure and Dean doesn’t help, especially when he forgets a special date.

Word Count → 1.9k

Prompt → “It’s always gonna be you.” (bolded) for the writing event hosted by @tvdspngirl314​ - happy early birthday! 

Warnings → Insecurities, angst to fluff.

Betas → @writethelifeyouwant​ // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → I needed some hurt/comfort Dean and here he is. Hope you enjoy it! Oh and Happy Valentine’s Day!

A cough caught in your throat at the words falling from Dean’s mouth. He was flirting with the witness, and even though you tried to reason that it was simply to get more information, the thoughts in your head were screaming that he wanted her. That you meant nothing to him, that you were just someone to pass the time until he found someone else.

You tried to focus on the important parts of the conversation, making notes on the little pad of the details needed to work out what monster was wreaking havoc in a small town a few hours away from the bunker.

But you couldn’t. Any other day, you could take Dean flirting with someone to get information but lately, you’d been feeling a little insecure and you’re not sure when it started. Now, watching him flirt with the beautiful creature sat opposite you was enough to darken your thoughts.

And not only was it hard to listen to your boyfriend, but he was also doing it on your anniversary and the international day to celebrate love, Valentine’s Day. You suspected he’d forgotten when you awoke this morning to empty bed and clothes being chucked in your face, some garbled speech about a case down the road. But now, it made your heart ache.

“Thank you, sweetheart, for all of your help,” Dean placed his hand on the woman’s arm, stroking her bicep and giving her his best smile.

“No, thank you, Agent Bonham,” she responded, placing her hand over his.

Dean produced a card from his FBI suit jacket, “It’s Dean. If you need anything, and I mean anything, call me.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach while saying goodbyes to the completely infatuated woman. How could your boyfriend blatantly flirt and give his number to a witness in front of you? The ache in your heart travelled through your veins, your body turning numb as you kept the tears at bay.

A dark cloud fogged your thoughts as the town disappeared behind them and Dean drove them back to the bunker. The leather of the Impala was cold, even though the sun beamed down on them in all its glory. 

Dean reached over and laced his fingers between yours. You hadn’t expected it, especially after the advances he had made earlier and you recoiled, unravelling them and pulling your hand into your lap. You chose to stare out of the window at the scenery disappearing as the Impala whipped down the highway, wishing you were back at the Bunker already, wanting to get out of the FBI costume and crawl into bed to hide under the covers.

“Wanna go to the bar for a drink when we get back?” asked Dean, eyes trained on the road.

“I’ve got a headache,” Y/N quietly responded, “you can still go if you want to.”

Dean acknowledged you by cupping the back of your head, stroking it softly as you settled back into the seat. You closed your eyes and let his delicate touch help you drift to sleep.

You pulled the hoodie over your head and padded down the corridor to the library, knowing Dean had already left and deciding to seek distraction in the form of research. Burying your head in books was not your usual choice but it was the only thing you could do to keep your mind from spiralling.

Sam was sat at one of the chairs, of course, and he offered you a soft smile, “Thought you’d be going out with Dean?”

“Not feeling it tonight.” You had sunk into a chair opposite, “Plus, we need to find out what’s going on over there. I don’t think it’s a witch.”

“Dean told me about the witness, and he thinks she’s innocent.” Sam’s eyes flicked between the laptop and you when you didn’t respond. “Y/N.”

“I don’t think she’s as innocent as she makes out. But it’s not related to the case.” You sighed, hurt ricocheted through your chest.

Sam hummed in agreement, his focus back on the laptop and the book open to his side. You pulled one of the unopened books across and pulled your knees up to your chest, an attempt to cocoon yourself into the words written across the pages.

After the fifth attempt to read the same sentence, you pushed the book away and stretched your arms up before hauling yourself out of the chair. Sam caught your eye, a raised eyebrow as he shut the laptop and folded his arms.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bugging you?” Sam asked.

“What are you talking about?” You pretended to continue stretching your body before settling back into the chair.

“You never do research, especially when Dean suggests going to the bar. You have been staring at the same page for half an hour and you won’t stop fidgeting” Sam looked irritated but then he shook his head and gave you a soft smile, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You groaned, Sam wasn’t one to let things go and you knew you’d end up confessing to how you felt, “it’s nothing Sam, I’m just wrapped up in my head.”

Sam gestured for you to carry on and you did just that, explaining what happened at the witness’ house. As you finished, you folded your arms onto the table, resting your chin on them and looking up at him with a small pout.

“I know it’s silly. I just don’t feel good enough for him.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to your face, chewing on the sleeve.

“Of course, you are. I’ve never seen the pair of you happier than when you’re together. Dean adores you.” Sam replied.

“He forgot today. It’s our anniversary.” You mumbled through the material.

A flicker of realisation appeared on his features then disappeared with a soft smile.

“What if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore?” You asked, eyes glistening with tears.

Sam looked shocked as if you had grown a second head, “Y/N, that’s ridiculous. It’s always gonna be you for Dean.”

“I don’t know about that Sam,” you replied.

“Well, you should,” Dean spoke from the other side of the room.

You spun in the chair, heart hammering in your chest as he approached with the look of hurt and pain flickering across his features. Words were stuck in your throat and you could feel the tears glistening in your eyes at the sight of your boyfriend. 

Dean turned your chair to the side and sat on the one beside you, the legs scraping along the floor as he shifted towards you. The guilt stopped you from looking at him. You realised too late that you shouldn’t have said anything to Sam, and now, you weren’t sure how much of the conversation had been overheard by Dean.

Another chair shuffle across the room caught your attention; Sam leaving the room. Your body sank deeper into the chair, your knees up at your chest once more, chin resting atop to keep yourself safe. From what, you weren’t sure. That’s when you finally looked at Dean.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hello.” You replied, voice breaking.

Dean leant forward and cupped your cheek, “Going to tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

His soft voice and the warmth of his calloused hand was enough to make you break. In the blur of your tears, Dean knelt in front of you and pulled your legs down in between his thighs, massaging your calves while hiccups punctured the quiet sobs.

It was embarrassing but you couldn’t handle seeing the pity that would be in Dean’s eyes, but you knew that, sooner or later, he’d want an answer. Calming the heaving in your chest, you looked up at him. But what you saw was far from pity.

Your heart clenched at the red rim of Dean’s eyes and the tear-streaked cheeks. His green gaze was glued to yours and his lower lip trembled slightly as he gave a small smile.

“Dean, why are you crying?” You sniffed.

“You can’t answer a question with another question.” He sniffed too, pulling your hands into his large ones, thumbs softly brushing the back yours.

“I thought you might not be interested in me anymore after earlier.” You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant in preparation for Dean’s rejection.

Dean frowned and frustration seeped into his tone with a crack, “what? How could you think that? I lo-”

He stopped before finishing the sentence you so wanted to hear, your mind whirled with the possibility that he was only going to say it to keep you around and that stopped him.

“Earlier, you were flirting with that woman. You gave her your number and told her that she could call for anything.” You felt meek and vulnerable in telling Dean that this woman made you feel insecure, “she was beautiful, I wouldn’t blame you for that.”

Dean stood up and pulled you up too, “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Dean.” You whined, but his index finger pressed to your lips.

“You are Y/N. That woman has nothing, nothing, on you. I didn’t mean anything by it, I hoped she’d remember more than she did, and she’d call.” Dean held your face in his palms, searching your eyes for understanding, “For as long as I live, it’s always gonna be you.”

Dean pulled you into a tight hold, chest to chest, his arms clasped behind your back. The warmth soothed the tension in your muscles and your heart. You propped your chin on his chest, looking up to him as he swayed slightly. His lips pressed to the tip of your nose, you wrinkled it in reaction and failed at holding back the giggle. 

“I promise to remind you every single day,” Dean whispered, a chaste kiss pressed to your lips before he pulled away again, you followed him and whined at his retreat, 

You reached up onto your tiptoes and kissed him then reality came crashing down. He had still forgotten your anniversary and that it was Valentine’s Day. You pulled back and glared at him, untangling yourself from his hold but failed.

“What’s wrong?” Dean frowned at your struggle.

“You forgot.” You hissed, jaw ticking in frustration.

“Forgot what? That it’s our anniversary? And Valentine’s Day?” He smirked.

The tension and your resolve softened as he spoke, but that still didn’t explain why he hadn’t said or done anything. And why the hell was he smirking at you like that?

“I was trying to get you to come to the bar, I was going to make a detour to that diner just out of town. You know, the one with your favourite milkshake.” Dean laughed and laced his fingers between yours, this time you squeezed his hand in anticipation while he led the way to your bedroom. “And because you said you weren’t feeling well, I went and picked it up instead.”

Dean pushed open the door and upon the desk were various food containers, a stack of DVDs and a small box with a red bow on top. You looked through the items, overwhelmed with love and adoration for the man behind you.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, his chest pressed tightly to your back, “I love you, Y/N.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at Dean’s words. You turned in his hold, certain that he could feel your erratic heart as it slammed against your ribcage, “I love you too Dean.”

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[aiiwa]

henlo bubs, i am here for your fmk event with my boys👉🏼👈🏼 atsumu, sakusa & suna🥵✨

hi baby hehe i just wanna apologise for the foolery of tsumu’s one ahdkdksk 💖

FUCK - miya atsumu. i just feel like me and ‘tsumu would be way too comfortable with each other during sex lmao.

for three weeks you had been on your own, with atsumu travelling for an away game with his team. sadly you hadn’t been able to take time off work, so it had been rather quiet in your apartment without the crazy blonde’s presence. but tonight he had safely returned to you, another win to his name; and to celebrate he had requested a night in with his girl, eating his second favourite meal, after you of course, and just spending time relaxing.

you were a little suspicious of the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t tried to jump you the moment he walked through the front door, though you probably spoke to soon when innocent cuddles, quickly turned into him railing you from the back.

“haaa~ ‘tsumu.” a nameless action movie was playing in the background. the sound of guns blazing, doing nothing to quieten your mewls or the lewd squelching of atsumu sliding in and out of you. “feels s’good…”

“fuck, princess, missed you so much.”

he stretched you out so well, the tip of his thick cock almost kissing your cervix with every steady stroke. calloused hands roaming around your body; starting from your smooth back, siding down to grip your waist as he speeds up. and then his hands are caressing your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, spreading them apart so he can watch you take him in. he speeds up, fully engrossed in the way you gush and spasm around him, and you’re moaning for more before you hiss at the feeling of his thumb brushing against your puckered hole.

“‘tsumu!”

“m’sorry!” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, and when you glance over your shoulder, he’s still focused on the sight in front of him. “she just looks so cute clenching around nothing.” his thumb circles you again, forcing you to drop your elbows from holding you up - the sensation too much.

“s-stop looking...and touching. it’s embarrassing.”

“i think i’ll buy you a little jewel for her, heh…”

“stop calling my asshole ‘she’ and ‘her’!”

MARRY - suna rintarou. just thinking about night trips to the supermarket to buy him jelly sticks.

married life was great, being woken up at two a.m. by your husband? most times, not so much. you were fast asleep on your side, sweet dreams floating around your mind, when a hand pressed against your shoulder shook you into consciousness. mumbling to yourself, you swat the hand away, attempting to prolong your sleep; until you’re being rolled onto your back.

rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, you’re greeted by the sight of your husband hovering over you. toned arms holding himself up and brown bangs falling into his gray-yellow eyes.

“rin? something wrong?” you croak out.

“we ran out of jelly sticks, y/n.”

you can only blink, once, twice, as you try to process that rin’s reasoning for waking you up was because he had just realised his stash of jelly sticks was finished. you had even warned him earlier this week that he was running low, but he had waved you off, mumbling about how he’ll buy some later. when he had said later, you didn’t think he’d mean at two-thirty-four a.m. according to the alarm clock on your side table.

“please, bunny? can we go to the store?” he knew you could never say no to him when he pouted like that and called you freaking bunny.

which is how you found yourself, nearing three a.m., dressed in your husband’s hoodie and rolled up sweatpants; hanging from his back as he carried you down the supermarket aisle.

“i hate that i love you so much.” you groan into his neck.

he only chuckles, snatching a few boxes of jelly sticks into his arms. “i love you too, bunny.”

KISS - sakusa kiyoomi. i think he absolutely hates public affection...unless he’s provoked.

after just celebrating your one year anniversary with kiyoomi, you had suggested that maybe now, he could introduce you to his teammates. throughout your relationship he was adamant on the idea that they would chase you off - “you don’t need to meet them. bokuto doesn’t even wash his hands adequately enough, and don’t even get me started on that ugly brother of osamu’s.” it had been amusing that you had met the owner of ‘onigiri miya’ before your boyfriend’s teammates, they had flooded his phone with a collection of complaints when osamu had sent them a photo of the three of you. but now your boyfriend had finally relented it allowing all of you to go out for dinner.

“are you sure you want to go through with this, y/n?” kiyoomi asks, voice slightly muffled behind his mask although you were used to it. “i would be more than ecstatic to ditch them and return home.”

“i’m sure, omi.”

it was dinner with atsumu, bokuto and hinata, with even osamu joining you all - and it had been going relatively well. the professional volleyball players had greeted you warmly, taking to shake your hand when you had refused a hug - kiyoomi on standby with hand sanitiser. conversation was easy, jokes flying across the table with your boyfriend’s deadpanned responses adding fuel to the humour - until atsumu decided to bring up his own observations of the night.

“oi, omi-omi, it’s been almost an hour now and i haven’t even seen you and y/n kiss yet.”

“what?”

“yeah, omi-san! you don’t even have your arm around y/n like real couples do!” hinata pipes up.

you can only watch as all of them start adding onto kiyoomi’s lack of physical affection, while the man in question started to tense up and tighten his grip on his chopsticks. while it was true that in public your boyfriend kept his distance, you were completely understanding - because it was the complete opposite when you two were in the safety of his apartment.

“hey, omi-kun! are you sure you and y/n are even dating?”

it was bokuto’s comment that had kiyoomi drop his dining utensils, grab the back of your head and press his lips to yours. as the initial shock subsides, you lean into him, savouring the sweet kiss. when he moves away, he exposes the dazed look in your eyes and the small, shy smile you wear.

“me and y/n are dating, so shut up and eat your meals.”

send me three haikyuu characters to fmk!!

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11  Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Slight bit of swearing

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Eyup My loves! Soo How’s your week been? Good I hope, so a bit of news for you all, there’s only  two/three more chapters left till this book is finished and then we’ll be moving onto (Drum roll) The First Avenger! Woooo! I hope you’re all as excited as I am. Anyways without anymore rambling, I give you chapter 12, enjoy!

So I can safely say that the rest of the week passed pretty quickly, with only a few ‘minor’ incidents, one of em being a massive food fight caused by yours truly and Steve getting himself stuck in the basement for 2 hours after seeing, and I quote ‘a possessed girl dressed as undead batman’.

I still haven’t told him that was me….oops

Apart from that it was pretty normal, cut to today where I’ve been blessed with the task of lookin’ after my best girl for Buck’s parents anniversary whilst they go into the city to celebrate, I mean it’s the least I could do for em. Plus, the last time the lads were trusted with lookin’ after Becca, Buck’s parents came home to the entire house covered in flour with Becca laughin’ at em cause they managed to lock themselves in a cupboard. We had to call the fire department to get em outta there.

Anyways, we kicked the boys outta the house so Becca and I could have a girls day in, now don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore this girl and I would practically do anything for her.

“Y/n can we play princesses please?! Mama got some dresses from our cousin we can wear!”

I can literally feel my soul burning right now. I honestly tried to say no, there’s nothing more I hate more that being forced into them things but one look into her bright little eyes made all my resistance die away and so I uttered the words that sealed my doom. “Of course, Becs only if we can have a tea party in em”. So here we are, me in a navy style party dress, lace covered my arms and the hem of the sweetheart neckline resting just on my collarbone,  the knee length satin skirt covered my legs.

Honestly, I wasn’t as bad I thought it were gonna be, I even let my hair outta the classic ponytail it’s always in so Becca could style it a tiny bit, to her credit she did a decent job. My h/c locks fell in small waves across my back, with the longer strands near my face tucked behind my ears and Becs even convinced me to pop on some of her mama’s makeup. Now I ain’t a fool, I know makeup’s pretty expensive and only let her pop on a shimmery light gold eyeshadow and some tinted lip balm, much to her disappointment I confiscated the mascara, I refused to let that death stick near my eyeballs.

Becca looked absolutely adorable, we’d managed to find her dance dress from last year and it suited her down to the ground. Baby pink lace covered her arms up to her wrist, the middle part had little gems dotted here and there with a pink satin ribbon separating the skirt from the top, from the looks of it the skirt was made outta some layered netting that poofed outwards when she span around. Don’t ask me how but I managed to wrap some ribbons in her braids and added a lil tiara on the top of her head and if you’d asked me, she looked like a real-life princess to me.

“So, your highness, what would one prefer to do? Would one like to have tea in the parlour or waltz in the ballroom?” my attempt at the British accent was apparently appalling, judging by the level of giggles coming outs Becca’s mouth. Eventually she calmed down enough to give me an answer “I think a waltz would be most fun lady y/n” she said in an equally bad accent. Slowly a smile spread across my face as I moved over to the record payer, I didn’t even pay attention to which one I put on before I turned back to Becca and offered her my hand, lowering myself into a bow that looked like a squid tryin’ to tap dance. Very elegant I know.  

You’d think after the past few weeks I’d been with the Barnes family, I’da got used to being tackled by the siblings, but alas I am surprised every-time, hence why I’m on the floor with a hyperactive 4 year old sat on top of me. Becca’s giggles filled the entire room, she quickly got off me and started jumping around to the sound of the jumpin’ jive and leaving me to slowly die on the floor, for all of 5 seconds before she yanked my arm outta my socket to get me dancing with her. I swear this girl isn’t even human, one second she’s sweet and delicate the next she’s bulldozing people to the ground and pullin’ em to the next life, I mean she’s 4 she shouldn’t be that strong!

Thank the lord she’s adorable. Quickly the music took over my mind, my feet moving along to the music, Becca was doin’ some twirls around me with the biggest smile on her face, I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed her gently by the waist and spun us around in time to the music, her little arms reached into the air as we both laughed our heads off. Of course, me being me, I lost my balance and my butt suddenly met the sofa, with Becca landing next to me with a small yelp, it was quiet for all of 2 seconds before we burst out laughin’. Think it took us about 3 minutes before we calmed down, a comfortable silence fell between us, the music slowly faded to a stop as the record reached its end, and we stayed like this for a while before Becca broke the silence.

“Y/n, can you sing like mama? She don’t do it often cause it reminds her of my nana….” My eyes drifted over to Becs, her lil eyes dulled a little when she said it and now they were filled with a small glimmer of hope, and I really didn’t wanna be the reason for that light goin’ out. If I were being completely honest singin’ wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again, during my time with the Црни лабуд, singing was the only thing that made me feel like….well me I guess. It was the only sliver of light in so many years of darkness and once I was free from them I made myself a silent vow that I’d never do it again, that I was a new person. But one look in her little eyes was enough to make me break it. “I ain’t too bad, only know a couple of songs on the piano but I can try if you wanna”

Apparently Becca didn’t need to be told twice, in a flash of pink she was off to the other room, bellowing for me to follow her, I mean it ain’t like I gotta choice in the matter is it ? the sound of something hitting the floor in the room opposite me made me move even quicker (if that were even possible). Becca was stood in front of a oldish looking piano, a small bench was tuned over in front of her, and a white sheet was discarded on the floor next to her as she bounced up and down excitedly, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I turned the bench over on it’s feet. Not even 2 seconds later Becca clambered up on it and looked at me with a bright smile, I swear she gets cuter every second like how does this happen ? I try it and I end up put away in a mental asylum.

“You got any requests princess ?” my legs carried me across the room and towards the seat, cracking my knuckles together and stretching out my fingers before turning to look at the younger lass, a look of concentration covered her face in response and it took her a few seconds to answer. “Dream a little dream of me ? think that’s what mama calls it” I swear I tried to stop the soft smile, but I really couldn’t help it this time. “sure sweetheart” and with that I hit the opening notes, the feeling of the keys under my fingertips were so familiar it was like no time had passed since I last played, I kept my voice soft and quiet as I sang. I think I was halfway through my second verse when I felt Becca cuddle into my side, she ducked her head under my arm and put her head in my lap, a soft yawn left her mouth as her eyes started to close to the sound of the music. It was at the end of the song that I looked at her again, soft snores escaped her mouth and her hand was grasping gently at the top of my skirt, I felt my heart melt even more that I thought possible, completely unaware of the small audience I’d gathered until a small cough came from behind me.

Aw shit…..

Bucky’s POV

If you’d told me a year ago, that after spending a couple of hours at Coney island with my best mate I’d come home to what must be an angels voice singing my sister to sleep. I’da never of believed ya, think you coulda imagined our confusion when me and Steve heard piano coming from the dining room. Steve shot me a look of pure bewilderment, and I couldn’t blame the guy to be honest, “thought you’d said your mama gave up piano couple a years ago”. I’m guessing my face mirrored his, cause I ain’t the slightest clue either, mama stopped playin’ years ago so who the heck could it be? “yeah she did bud, swore she’d never set her hands on it again…..”. I’m completely and utterly baffled at this point, where’s Y/n when ya need her ? she’d figure this out.

We both took a step towards the closed door, eager to know what the hell was going on when something stopped me, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life sang along with the melody, I coulda sworn it sounded like the lullaby mama sang to us when we were kids. I guess I spent too long listening cause Stevie boy pushed past me and walked in, the sounds were so much clearer and more vibrant it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven right then and there. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realised just who was creating this beautiful sound, there she was, sat in front of the piano as her fingers danced gracefully across the keys. Her voice, oh god her voice sounded like that of an angel, the weak afternoon sun shone over her hair and made her look even more angelic than humanly possible. I barely even noticed Becca asleep in her lap before Y/n finished her song and the ever-living pain in my ass decided to reveal that we were there. I mean he coulda chosen any other way of revealing our presence but no he had to let out the tiniest little cough, coulda got her back for the eyebrow incident….

Y/n literally went stiff as a board before she turned to look at us, her cheeks were red as a rose and a sheepish smile covered her face, it was only a couple of seconds after that both Steve and I noticed what she was wearing, he burst out laughin at her but me, I for once in my life couldn’t say a damn thing. She looked absolutely breath taking, her hair fell down in soft waves and framed her face, the shade of blue in her dress brought out the small flecks of green in her e/c eyes and brought out her hourglass figure. Her lips were drawn into a natural pout and it was that second it dawned on me she asked me somethin’….shit.  

“whaaaa…….” Nice one Bucky.

Steve, the lil punk, could barely stop himself laughin’, at some point he’d moved to take Becca off Y/n and stood behind y/n with his fist in his mouth to smother his laughter. My best friend ladies and gentlemen. If looks could kill he’d be 10 feet under right now.

“Buck ? I was askin’ if you were okay ?” Y/n’s face showed a tiny bit of confusion and much to my horror amusement, “YeAh I’m okay….” And just at the moment puberty strikes in the form of a voice crack, as if this weren’t embarrassing enough. At this point Steve was barely keeping it together, he had actual tears coming outta his eyes and went bright red in the face tryin’ to stop himsen laughing, in front of me y/n furrowed her eyebrows and did look genuinely concerned for my mental state. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just looked at me before she lifted her hand to my forehead and held it here for a minute, thank god Steve chose to leave the room before this or I’da never heard the end of it.

“You sure you’re okay, feelin’ a bit warm and ya actin weirder than usual Buck” okay quick say something before this gets even more embarrassing, first thing that pops into ya head in 3,2,1…

“Yeah I’m sure, think I ate somethin’ funky down at the pier, makin’ me real gassy”……why am I like this? Normally I can charm any girl of their feet but with y/n, I’ma bumbling mess.  She didn’t say a damn word, she just raised her eyebrows whilst a small smirk covered her face, before she turned and left me to have a very small breakdown underneath the dining table.

Meaning I let out a noise that sounded like a bear stubbing it’s toe in the middle of winter.

I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, but nooo old lady luck decided today I needed a second helping, cause the second I did that Y/n walked back into the room. Brilliant. I was too busy stumbling over my words to processes what she was doin’, before I knew it she’d walked back to me and stood on her tip toes….then planted a small kiss on my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered Barnes”

And just like that, she left me with my jaw on the ground and heart beatin’ outta my chest, cause I’m starting to think that she was right. I’m sure as hell coming down with something, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t a regular ol’ bug…..

SOOO, if you got this far hope you enjoyed it, as always any feed back or constructive criticism is welcome, thank so much for reading and hope you have a great day/night/week.

lots of love

Rose xxx

[simpsiren]

closer to you

lee jeno x reader

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the sequel

description. you’re in a 2 year relationship with jaemin. the two of you know very well that you arent each other’s soulmates but you still felt that jaemin was the right one for you. that is until you are celebrating your 2 year anniversary with jaemin that memories of you being with someone else in your so called “past life” starts coming back to you, as if wanting to make you realise that your soulmate is still out there.

genre. soulmate au, strangers to lovers au, fluff and angst

warnings. none? except for the fact that reader becomes violent in their words when they’re stressed i guess

a/n. literally got this idea from the flashback tiktoks thats been appearing in my fyp. like ive seen it so many times that i just had to write about it HAHA alrighty thats all enjoyy :D

when the idea of soulmates was first represented to humans, humans deeply believed in it, and would follow the idea of it religiously to find the one that they are truly meant to be with. however, now in the modern day, the idea of soulmates is slowly disappearing. people still believe that the number engraved on the side of their right foot is the time and date that they’ll meet their soulmates, but people of this generation start ignoring that fact, marrying someone that isnt even their soulmate. it left their actual soulmate to either die alone, or having to force themselves to love and marry someone else other than their soulmate.

and now here you are, surrounded by your friends with jaemin sitting next to you, your boyfriend of two years who’s number on the side of his foot does not match yours.

“blow out the candles already!” you hear johnny screaming. you and jaemin turn to look at each other at the same time, giving a smile before blowing out the two candles on the red velvet cheesecake that signified your two year relationship with jaemin.

you laugh loudly as everyone claps for the two of you. jaemin quickly places a peck on your cheek, making everyone smile widely. “i love you.” jaemin whispers into your ear.

“i love you too.”

“do you really not care who your actually soulmate is? you know very well jaemin isnt yours.” you purse your lips into a thin line as you find jaehyun leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom.

“does it look like i care? who the hell even cares? ill be with who i wanna be! i aint gonna follow some ‘oh you’re destined to be with this guy’ type bullshit.” you giggle to yourself as you took a sip the whiskey in hand, despite already being in a very drunken state.

jaehyun walks over to you and snatches the glass away from you. you whine and beg for it back, but you know all too well that jaehyun is not going to give you what you want. you let out a huff in response.

“my god, evaline. how drunk can you be?” jaehyun takes a seat on the chair that faces your bed, in which you are currently rolling on and mumbling to yourself about god knows what.

jaehyun sighs as he looks at you. he’s been your friend for almost forever yet he still cant get over the fact that no matter how hard he tries to persuade you that jaemin isnt your soulmate, you give zero fucks about it.

“i really hope he comes in your dreams or something. if i can’t convince you, then why isnt the world doing anything about it?” jaehyun whispers to himself, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow is placed on the arm rest of the chair.

you wake up with a sharp pain in your head. you wince as you slowly tried to sit up straight. you rub your eyes and try looking around your room. everything is normal, except for the fact that jaehyun is sleeping on your chair. you shrug your shoulders as you let out a long sigh and stare at the door in front of you, spacing out for a little. after at least five minutes of you doing nothing and staring off into who knows what, you gather up your strength to stand up from your bed. you stagger your way over to jaehyun.

“jae, wake up already. make me something to sober up- ouch!”

your foot suddenly hurt, making you stumble back and fall onto the floor. you flinched in fear when you realise the number on your foot is glowing. you scream in pain as you feel as though something thin and sharp is constantly stabbing your foot. the spinning in your head only made it worse. jaehyun wakes up from all your screaming and drops down on the floor to assist you quickly.

“evaline? eva! what’s wrong? wait why’s it glowing..” jaehyun eyes travel from your scrunched up face to your leg, noticing the number that’s glowing.

suddenly, your vision became blurry. you lost sight of what’s happening around you. you dont see your room and jaehyun in front of you anymore. you struggled as you try to squint your eyes to get your vision to be clear. it took awhile for your vision to come back. and when it did, something wasnt right.

it was like you were having a flashback. a flashback to a time you were unfamiliar with. you didn’t remember experiencing it at all. but the flasback looked like memories that you feel a sudden strong connection with.

the flashback was vivid. you couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. you saw a guy, estimated to be around your age, who’s smiling widely till his eyes form a thin line and holding up a polaroid camera to your point of view. you heard him laugh as snaps a picture and the camera’s flash shined your view. you soon focused your vision again onto the guy. he’s waiting for the film to develop. and that’s all you saw. a small snippet of a far distant memory which you arent even sure if it happened.

after that, you snapped out of your odd trance. you feel jaehyun shaking your shoulders with the look of extreme concern on your face. you bring your hand up to your head and scratch it slowly as you tilt your head in awe. jaehyun stops his actions as looks at you wierdly.

“what the fuck did i just experience?” you mumble to yourself, trying to process what you just went through. you look up from the floor to see jaehyun blinking his eyes rapidly.

“you saw what?”

you were this close to slapping jaehyun in the face.

“how many times do i have to fucking repeat myself?! i got a flashback of a memory of some random dude that i dont even know about!”

jaehyun’s mouth remains open in shock and confusion. it took him a few seconds to process your words. and when it did, he places both his hands on the table.

“its a sign.” your forehead creases as you look at him weirdly.

“the fuck you just say?” you pick up your fork and stab it into your freshly cooked fried chicken meal.

“is this the first time you experience it?” jaehyun asks you as he takes a sip of water. you took a moment to think about it.

“yeah it is.” you breathe out. jaehyun only nodded his head. he starts thinking about what he wished for that night had something to do with what happened to you.

“you know what? forget it. i need to meet up with jaemin for our date. ill see you around.” you finish what’s left on your plate, waving to jaehyun before leaving the restaurant.

jaehyun watches your back as you slowly disappear into the distance. “it cant be... can it?” jaehyun shakes his head and continues eating.

“hey, babe. how was lunch with jaehyun?” jaemin wraps his arm around your waist as he leans down to peck your lips.

“it was good. let’s get ice cream.” you give off a wide smile and dragged jaemin to the famous ice cream shop that you were dying to try.

by the time you were halfway to finishing your ice cream, it was already 8pm. you’re weekly ice cream date with jaemin never fails to be extended as your chats with him grow longer and longer with every date.

as jaemin was talking, your mind goes back to the time you had that odd flashback. you wonder what it meant, or whats the significance of it. why did that suddenly happen to you? what can you do to make it go away? because for all you know, you have everything you need right here, in front of you. you had jaemin.

“eva? hello~?” jaemin waves his hand in front of you to snap you back into reality. you shake your head vigorously. “oh shit im sorry jaemin what did you say?” jaemin smiles softly as he repeats over what he say.

it was about 10pm and you decided it was finally time to go home. you would have taken the train alone but jaemin insisted on accompanying you home and going back by himself after. you and jaemin were walking down the street that will lead to your apartment when jaemin sudden opens his mouth to ask you something.

“did you ever believe about the soulmate thing?” you stop walking and turn your body to face jaemin. jaemin does the same, shoving his hands in his pockets.

you shrug your shoulder and placed your weight on one leg. “i used to, but i slowly started to think it was ridiculous and that i should be able to love who i want, not someone im destined to be with.” you reply, slowly reaching your hand out to run your hand through jaemin’s hair. he smiles at your touch and pulls you in with your other arm, hugging you gently.

“im glad to be the one that you love, despite the fact that im not who you’re destined to be with.” jaemin strokes your hair and digs his head into the crook of your neck. you rub his back slowly. “me too.” you kiss jaemin on the cheek and pull away, smiling softly. “come on, we’re almost at my apartment.” your hands trailed down to meet jaemin’s, interlocking your fingers with his and you both continued walking down the long street.

however, for the first time, it felt as though jaemin’s hand didn’t sit right with yours, like his hand didnt belong to fit in yours. you look down at the interlocking hands. you never felt this way before. why did it occur to you only now?

“something on your mind, eva?” you hear jaemin ask. you shot your gaze up from your jaemin’s hand to his eyes, shaking your head as you faked a smile.

weird

a week has passed since that weird encounter of yours. you couldn’t get it out of your head. every hour of the day you’ll spare a few minutes thinking about it. why did you feel so connected to it? you felt eager to know about what i meant. why did a few seconds of experiencing a distant memory would be etched into your mind as you constantly replay what you saw that time?

you found it funny how you were already so deep in your thoughts early in the morning. you lay in bed looking through your social medias for awhile before getting out of bed to head to the living room.

you see jaehyun sitting on the couch, immensely concentrated on whatever’s on the television screen. you take a seat beside jaehyun, looking down, you see him munching on a bowl of popcorn.

“popcorn for breakfast. really?” you raise an eyebrow as jaehyun nods his head and offers the bowl. you take it regardless of your comment and stuffed popcorn in your mouth.

“you didn’t shower yet?” jaehyun asks. you only shrug in reply. jaehyun looks at you with a disguested look.

“i bet you didn’t shower either, now did you?” jaehyun kept quiet as his eyes widened yet still glued onto the screem. you observed his reaction and scoff, rolling your eyes. “idiot.” jaehyun glances at you and chukles, reaching out to take a handful of popcorn.

“what are you even watching?”

“a movie that i didn’t finish last night.” that explains the popcorn then.

you focus your mind on the movie, despite not knowing what it’s about. everything seemed normal until you see a couple suddenly come on screen. they’re apparently at a amusement park.

almost instantly, you lost sight of your surroundings. oh no.. it’s happening again. you shut your eyes tightly as your vision became blurry once again. you opened your eyes widely to find yourself at an amusement park. a flashback is now occuring, this time it was different.

the flashback. it wasnt a memory you’re unfamiliar with. its jaemin. you see jaemin come into view. it looked like you were taken back to your third date where jaemin brought you to an amusement park. you see him running in front of you happily. jaemin was about to turn around, and you remembered that exactly after that he smiled at you. but he doesn’t. you realise that its not even jaemin.

the one you’re seeing now is the guy from your previous flashback. the polaroid guy. he smiled the exact same way he did when he took the picture of you in the flashback. the guy reaches out to take your hand and you’re being pulled towards him. why does it feel like you’ve seen him somewhere? or maybe you haven’t, but feel like you would some time in the future.

“eva? god, evaline! wake up please!” you hear jaehyun’s voice.

“did it happened agai-“

“it happened again.”

you look around. everything was back to normal. you look at jaehyun. but his eyes were fixated on your foot, he looks shocked. you slowly tilt your head down to look at the number on your right foot. it changed. the number.. reshuffled themselves?

“you’re seeing that too right..?”

you nod your head slowly. its getting more weird. the number on your foot said that you’ll meet your “soulmate” on february 12th, 2020 at 7:06pm. but now, it changed itself to become december 6th, 2020 at 2:19am.

basically it went from 12.02.2020 19:06 to 06.12.2020 02:19

“did i space out again?” you look up at jaehyun as he nod slowly, still looking at your foot in shock. you couldn’t blame him. what happen? did it somehow extended the time you’re about to meet your soulmate? why did it happen? what does it mean?

you told jaehyun what happen. and he almost fainted. you let out a long sigh.

“im telling you its a sign. probably the guy you’re seeing is your soulmate.” jaehyun says lazily and he muched on some strawberry pocky.

“then why was jaemin in the flashback too? isnt it weird?” jaehyun nods his head quickly. he puts down the pack of pocky on his lap and blinks a couple of times. you see the gears turning in his head as you assume that he’s trying to come up with an explanation.

“maybe jaemin’s tied to the guy? like maybe jaemin knows him. or the dude’s from your past life and somehow jaemin is representing the guy in your present life.” jaehyun looks down to see his pocky was stolen from you. you nod your head and you continuously stuffed each stick into your mouth and eating them. “urgh i dont fucking know what to do about this!” you groan in frustration. suddenly, something hits you.

“wait. what’s today’s date?”

jaehyun lifts his phone up to check. “30th november. why?” jaehyun asks. “oh wait.”

“you’re telling me i have a full week until i meet my so called soulmate that i dont even know where ill meet him?!”

you scoff in disbelief. jaehyun doesnt respond, only staring at your face like he’s seen a ghost.

“can i somehow break someone’s neck and slam it on the wall for like i dont know, 5 hours?!”

no reply from jaehyun once again.

“oh for fuck’s sake i cant do this! im heading to johnny’s tea shop for my depression tea. meet me there if you want, i’ll probably be there the whole day as my head constantly spins.”

you quickly got up from the couch and get ready. jaehyun sees you coming out of your room with a hoodie and plain wide legged jeans. you only grab your phone and keys and waved jaehyun goodbye before leaving the apartment. jaehyun sighs.

“i might have set her temper circuit short.” jaehyun whispers to himself and sighs, getting off the couch as well to head over to johnny’s tea shop. “literally could have drove her there but oh well.”

when you enter the shop, johnny face lit up with a huge smile. he runs over to hug you but his smile soon fades away and into a confused look when he sees how pissed you look.

“that’s very... interesting.” johnny comments. you sigh and nod, fiddling with the teaspoon in your drink. “yeah well its not going to be fun once jaemin knows.” johnny stops in his actions and looks up at you. your eyes glanced at johnny before tilting your head up from the drink that wrapped around your hands.

“yes i haven’t told jaemin. i didn’t think it meant anything at first but now...”

“you have to tell him! soon! its a sign!” johnny exclaims. you smacked your hand onto your forehead lightly. “i’ve heard that phrase countless of times by jaehyun and now you too? can you please explain?” you whine, scratching your head vigorously as you argrily take a sip of tea.

you were stressed, very stressed. life was going so well until this happened. you dont know who the mystery guy is. you dont know why he’s “memories” with you suddenly come back, especially when you’re in a really intimate relationship with jaemin. the same question keeps repeating in your head over and over each day and it gets more stressful when you try to think of an answer for them.

“no no listen. it happened to my relative. she was 3 months away from marrying her boyfriend who’s number doesnt match hers. and then she started getting weird flashbacks and she said that the number on her foot changed so that she wouldn’t miss a chance to meet her soulmate in the future instead of the past. and the so called memories? they’re memories that you’ll make with your soulmate once you meet them. the world is trying to make you realise that the guy in your flashbacks is your soulmate and not jaemin.”

you kept silent. so what jaehyun said was right. it was a sign to encourage you to find your real soulmate instead of settling for the one you arent meant to be with. you let out a sigh of relief as you finally know the background information to your whole situation.

“that’s a lot to take in.. how am i suppose to tell jaemin?” you frown as you look out the window. you love jaemin, very much. but to be honest, for the whole 2 years of your relationship with him, everything felt perfect, yet something was off. you never managed to pin point what, until now.

“oh i texted him just now when you were talking to me and he’s coming since he wants to see you.” great. you arent mentally prepared to tell jaemin yet and he’s going to arrive here in 15 minutes.

“evaline! johnny texted me saying you were here and i immediately rushed over.” jaemin comes up from behind and kisses your cheek. you purse your lips into a thin line and you look to johnny leaving his seat. he nods his head, in a way to give you confidence to tell jaemin about the whole ordeal.

“jaemin.. i have to tell you something.” when jaemin takes the seat where johnny sat, you reach your hand out to grab his, slowly soothing your thumb over his skin. “mhm yeah what?” you look up from his hand to his face.

“ive been getting um.. signs lately. flashbacks. jaehyun told me that the guy, who’s always the main subject of my flashbacks could be my soulmate. and i might be meeting him soon, on 6th december.” you whisper to him, biting your lip.

jaemin swallows his own saliva, blinking at you a few times as he tries to process what you said. he lets out a long sigh and painfully puts on a soft smile.

“i knew it was going to happen to one of us sooner. ive heard about the flashbacks. its bound to happen sooner or later.” you nod your head in response.

“im sorry, jaemin. i love you very much-“

“its fine. i understand. im glad the world made you realise that you’re soulmate is still wondering around somewhere, and that it isnt me. im happy i got to spend 2 years loving you.. it made me feel good.” you interlocked your fingers with his, smiling softly before letting go.

you could tell jaemin was hurt. like a knife was stabbed into his heart. you see it behind his smile, his eyes. you knew him all too well.

“we’ll still be friends. and i hope you’re soulmate will come to you.”

jaemin only nods. you lean in and give one last passionate kiss on the cheek before hearing the bell above the door ringing, and noticing that jaehyun has arrived.

december 3rd, 2020. you’re three days away to meeting your soulmate. where? you werent sure.

“good morning, evaline.” you hear jaehyun say. you just got out of bed and you were walking to the kitchen when you see what jaehyun was doing. he’s reading a book. your vision went blank.

its another flashback. you start to mentally prepare yourself as yoh want to absorb as much information as possible on your soulmate in the small portion of the memories.

“the book’s is interesting.” you’re hearing your soulmates voice. you try to figure out if you’ve heard it or not, but shake it out of your head when yoh remember your goal of gathering information. you registered the tone of his voice.

he’s sitting on a bed with round gold glasses on, in his pajamas.

your soulmate laughs. the same way he did the first time. he turns the book to you and it showed his phone betweem the pages of the book, resting there. “just joking!” you hear him say. you take a look at the wallpaper of your soulmate’s lockscreen. it was a picture of him kissing your cheek. it looked oddly the same as the picture you and jaemin once took together. however, there was a text above the picture. evaline heather and lee jeno

lee jeno. that’s the name of your soulmate.

december 5th, 2020. you’re starting to mentally prepare yourself. you dont know where you’re about to meet him. you tried coming up with all possibilities. to be frank, you were more excited about whether the places you thought of might be the place you meet your soulmate rather than being nervous.

the three flashbacks you had. it felt all too familiar. like you’ve known this lee jeno person forever. you feel the connection each time.

when the clock strikes 12am, your mind unknowingly decides to go to the park. the park where you and jaemin first met. you dont know why. it felt like your body was urging you to go there. you lazily got ready and headed out the door, of course you told jaehyun about your outing before leaving the apartment.

you had your hands shoved into your pockets with your hoodie on as you yawned. you breathed in the night air, admiring it dearly. when you reached the park, a quick glance at your phone told you that its 2am. you sigh and took a seat on the bench mindlessly after walking around the park.

you sat there for a few minutes, looking up into the sky and staring off into the distance. suddenly, you felt a presence next to you. you turn your head over to see a guy.

“you seemed pretty lonely so i brought ice cream-“

that voice.

“what’s your name?” you interrupt

the guy pauses and smiles. his face, his smile. its just like the one in your flashback.

“lee jeno. you?”

you didn’t reply. its him. he’s your soulmate, he’s here.

“why does it feel like ive known you for a very long time..?” you slowly started to ask as your eyes looked at him up and down.

jeno chuckles. “maybe..” you see jeno taking off his slipper on his right foot and lifting up his foot. you see the exact number that’s engraved on your foot.

“im your soulmate.”

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Lost Book of the White Countdown Event - Fluff

For a Long, Long Time

(Read on Ao3)

The streets of New York were glittering with bright effervescent light, the sky above them a dark contrast to the vibrant lamps and billboards. Alec and Magnus were strolling through the city, dressed in casual clothes, with Max held in Alec’s arms.

“How long until our reservation?” Alec asked.

Magnus looked at his watch. “There’s a lot of time, don’t worry. About half an hour.”

Alec nodded. “Good. Wouldn’t wanna be late.”

“I know,” Magnus said, giving him a soft smile. “I mean, it’s not everyday you’re celebrating your two-year anniversary, is it?”

Alec chuckled, and Magnus’s smile widened. Max made a sound in Alec’s arms, as if he wanted to join their talk, too.

“Yes, of course, bluebell,” Magnus said, craning his neck and looking down at Max. Max made some more sounds and Magnus nodded along, as if he could understand exactly what he was saying. Alec chuckled as he watched the two of them, then froze and turned around.

His eyes flickered around, lingering on the darker corners for a bit. He’d felt a strange sensation for a moment, as if someone was watching him.

“Is everything okay?” Magnus’s voice pulled him out of his reverie. Alec turned to him. He was looking concerned, a hand placed on Alec’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Alec dismissed, casting one last look at the street behind him. “Everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

Magnus frowned, but then it disappeared as he turned back to Max.

“Now, what were we talking about again, my little bluebird?”

It was in the middle of dinner, when he and Magnus were sitting across the small table in the restaurant with Max on one of those high chairs they kept for babies, that Alec felt the unease again.

He could’ve sworn he heard strange sounds - a sword slashing through the air, a rough thump, a crash. But the only sounds around them were quiet dining conversations and the clink of ceramics.

“Alec?” Magnus asked again with a small frown, reaching across the table to hold his hand. “Is everything alright? You don’t look like you’re alright?”

Alec bit his lip and looked at Magnus. They had been planning for this day for ages, and Alec didn’t want to ruin it with his stupid worries. Magnus was staring right at him, a small crease between his eyebrows.

“It’s nothing,” he assured in a quiet voice. Clearly, he was just imagining things. But then, there was a louder sound this time, like the crack of whip, and Alec paused.

“Alexander,” Magnus said again, his voice a little firmer. “Tell me.”

“Magnus,” Alec repeated in the same tone. “Really. I’m fine, I just-“

Alec broke off with a gasp, his hand automatically going to his arm, where he had his Parabatai rune. He’d felt a stab of pain, almost as if someone had driven a knife into the rune. It disappeared as soon as it came, but he knew what he felt.

Magnus’s eyes widened and he waved a hand, casting a glamour to draw attention away from them. He got out of his chair and came to stand by Alec’s side while he rolled up his sleeve, casting a harried glance at his parabatai rune. Thankfully, it was fine, plain and stark black against his skin.

"The parabatai bond," Alec realised, gritting his teeth. "Jace must've run into some demons."

Magnus muttered a few expletives under his breath, only to realise that a child who definitely shouldn't be hearing those words was sitting right in front of him and flushing deeply.

Alec on the other hand whipped out his phone and called Jace. He tapped his foot impatiently as the phone rang on and on until someone finally picked it up.

"Hello?" came Jace’s voice, and Alec let out a sigh of relief.

"You idiot!" Alec yelled. "Where have you been?! What the hell happened?!"

"Well, I'm in an alleyway near that restaurant on Seventh Street and I just killed a demon. Got scratched. Nothing to worry about. How's your anniversary going along?"

"I'm in that restaurant on Seventh Street," Alec said in a flat voice. "No wonder I could hear you fighting. I thought I was going mad."

Magnus’s eyes widened and he placed a comforting hand on Alec's shoulder. Alec took his hand in his, giving it a small squeeze.

“Wait, really?” Jace asked.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Jace said something, but it was drowned out in the sound of someone yelling. Alec heard something like a scuffle, and then it was Isabelle’s voice coming down the line, smooth and clear.

“Don’t mind Jace,” she said quickly. “I’ll drag him away from here. Have fun on your date with Magnus. Tell Max I said ‘hi’. See you later!”

And with that, Isabelle cut the call. Max was completely oblivious to these events, and was happily nibbling away on a spoon, looking around at all the lights and people. Magnus was still beside Alec, his hand a comforting weight in Alec’s shoulder.

“Heightened Shadowhunter senses can be a bit of a pain sometimes,” Alec said by way of explanation. It was true - sometimes he had trouble sleeping at night because he could hear someone snoring two floors below. Even now, if he strained his ears, he could faintly hear Isabelle’s yelling.

“You should’ve told me,” Magnus said, kissing Alec on the forehead before returning to his seat.

“It was nothing.” Alec shrugged. “I told you it was nothing.”

“Even if it’s nothing,” Magnus said softly, “I prefer to know what’s going on, you know.”

Alec softened. “Okay, if you insist.”

“Good.” Magnus said. “We’ll talk about this later. For now, let’s just-“

Before Magnus could finish his sentence, Alec’s phone rang once again. The two looked at each other, and then at the phone. Before Alec could move, Magnus leaned over the table and grabbed Alec’s phone from where it was placed on the table.

Alec yelped, trying to grab his phone back, but Magnus had already picked the call up. “Hello?”

“Where’s Alec?” Alec could clearly hear Lily’s voice from the phone. “I need to talk to him.”

“Is it urgent?” Magnus asked. Alec gaped at him, but he ignored him and went on. “Are there lives at stake?”

“Well, not really, but-“

“In that case it can wait until the morning,” Magnus said with an air of authority. “Right now, Alec is on a very important date with a very important person, and therefore he is out of commission. Try again tomorrow morning. Ciao.”

Magnus cut the call and tossed the phone to Alec. He caught it and gave Magnus a wide-eyed stare.

“I can’t believe you!” he exclaimed, but he was smiling.

“Well, I can’t just let her steal my date on this special day, now can I?” Magnus asked, and Alec laughed.

Two years. It’s been two years since Alec openly kissed Magnus in front of the clave, openly welcomed him into his arms. He never regretted his choice, and highly doubted that he ever would.

The rest of the dinner went by well, with Magnus and Alec idly chatting as they ate and watched the occasional waiter play with Max. A lot of them wanted to hold him. Clearly, a lot of them liked Max, and Alec couldn’t blame them. It was easy to love Max.

After dinner they went straight home, Max falling asleep in Magnus’s arms on the way. Alec watched as Magnus tucked him in, and then the two walked to the bedroom.

“So,” Magnus said, locking the door behind him and moving to sit beside Alec on the bed. “Did you have fun today?”

Alec smiled. “It was nice.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Just.. nice?”

Alec shrugged, his eyes coyly flicking down to Magnus’s lips, which looked soft and inviting in the dim bedroom light. “Well, I suppose it could get better.”

Magnus smiled and leaned in, his soft, full lips meeting Alec’s. He inhaled deeply, as if he had been underwater this whole time and had only just broken the surface. Magnus’s hands were on his face, his fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, his cheeks and cheekbones, and Alec sighed into the kiss.

There was so much he wanted to say. Thank you. Thank you for being with me these past two years. Thank you for giving me everything I’ve ever wanted. I love you.

He didn’t say any of it. It was hard for him, sometimes, to speak up about such matters, but Magnus understood him. He always did.

As Alec’s fingers curled into his hair, messing up his thick black locks, Magnus whispered, “I love you.”

Alec smiled. Even if he couldn’t say everything, atleast he could say this little bit.

“I love you, too.”

[mycupoffanfiction]

Daisy Chains

College!Pietro x Reader

Summary: Pietro comes to the reader for some comfort when he doesn’t know how to go about his feelings, only to discover something else they hold in common.

Warnings: Processing past grief, mention of the death of family members, fluff, hurt/comfort.

Word count: Approx 1380

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A/N: Hi my loves! Here is part 9 of Stark University, I hope you all enjoy this. I’ve been sitting on this idea for so long and I was waiting for the right moment of their relationship to put this in as I felt like they needed to be close enough for this development between them for them to comfort each other. I’m quite aware that we all grieve differently, but I’m going off my own experiences of losing someone IRL.

Have a good day loves, stay safe and enjoy your week 💖

Sitting outside on the grass below a tree, the warm spring breeze rustling the branches above you. Taking in a deep breath, you smiled to yourself as you finished another page in your book and hooked your finger under the corner to turn to the next page, gently smoothing over the textured paper as you did. The bird song and sound of the distant practice football game added to the atmosphere along with the occasional chatter of students wandering around the campus and settling down on the grass near you to enjoy the warmer spring weather.

“Prinţesă.” The Sokovian accent interrupted your focus on your book, though you didn’t mind and you looked up to see Pietro standing in front of you with his backpack in his hand. “Hey Piet, wanna join me?” You asked, smiling up at him and patting the grass next to you, though your smile softened and dropped when you realised something was off and the usually smiley, happy Sokovian looked as if he was on the verge of tears.

“Thank you.” He nodded, his voice unusually quiet as he, with less care than usual, dropped his backpack onto the grass and sat himself down beside you. “Everything okay?” You asked, glancing over at Pietro as you reached into your open bag to rummage about for a bookmark. Piet hummed in response, though it indicated neither a yes or a no, as if he was trying to work it out himself too.

Placing the bookmark between the pages and closing your book, you slipped it into your bag before shuffling a little to face Pietro better and give him your full attention. “You want to talk about it or do you want me to take your mind off whatever is going on in there?” You asked softly as you pointed at his head. Brushing his silver hair to the side with your fingers, Pietro finally met your eyes and he hesitated as he took in the soft look you were giving him as you reached down to rest your hand over his. He was so used to keeping it in, but maybe it was good to have someone to talk to for once.

After a pause, Pietro drew in a deep breath and swallowed down the emotions that simmered just below the surface. “Maybe some advice, if you can.” He broke the silence and you nodded, smiling softly at him as he turned his hand over to grasp your hand that had been on top of his. “Wanda comes to me for everything and I’m always there for her.” He began to explain. “I always took the older brother role and I always feel like I need to protect her.” Pietro went on, his voice shaking a little as he repositioned himself to sit more comfortably with your hand in his.

“She came to me earlier for reassurance, but I don’t- I feel like I can’t let her see that I feel the same way as her because I need to be there for her and protect her.” Pietro got it all out and you squeezed his hand gently as he closed his eyes. You watched as he tried to push back the emotions, but they were so close to the surface that he was struggling to hide them. “Piet.” You whispered his name and he glanced at you before continuing.

“Tomorrow is the anniversary of our parents passing.” He whispered it, like it was painful to say and to Pietro, it was definitely hard to say it out loud. “Every year I’m there for her to cry on my shoulder and I always try to stay strong for her, but this year is different.” Pietro sighed. “I think I need a shoulder too.” He admitted quietly and nervously looked over at you, seeing the way you met his eyes with so much feeling in your expression, taking in everything he was saying. “We lost them when we were little, we got caught in a road accident and,” Piet paused, tears coming to his eyes as he talked about it. “We were the only two to survive.”

“I’m so sorry Piet, that’s awful.” You spoke after a short pause and he just gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded, quickly wiping at his escaped tears with the sleeve of his hoodie, partially hiding his face with his hair. “It’s okay to need comfort too, it’s okay to need to need to process it.” You spoke softly to him, his fingers squeezing your hand gently. “It’s good that you’re there for Wanda, but don’t neglect yourself. She knows you’re hurting too, I know she does and it’s okay to let it out.” You said, getting a slight smile in response from Pietro.

“What were some of your best times as kids?” You asked, not diverting, but trying to take a different route with Pietro and he easily followed you in conversation. “Cooking together, our parents taught us how to make a lot of traditional food. And uh, afternoon walks in the woods, the way they encouraged us to do what made us happy.” Pietro reminisced and you smiled, nodding as you listened to him speak about them. “Sometimes a good way for us to process someone passing is to celebrate the time we had with them.” You spoke as you reached out to pick a daisy from among the grass. Pietro looked down at you with a watery smile, wider than the tiny quirks of his lips you’d drawn from him earlier.

“It hurts to have lost them, but they’re in here.” You pressed your finger against his head. “And here.” Your finger poking against his chest, above his heart. “It’s okay to grieve, but it’s also okay to celebrate what you had together too, sometimes that’s the form of healing you need.” You explained, grabbing a few more daisies and weaving them together into a chain. “So, cook with Wanda tomorrow, or take a walk in the woods together.” You encouraged him and looked over to see what he was thinking. “Maybe you are right.” Pietro sighed, putting his arm around you and hugging you tightly. “You really think it’ll help?” He asked and you looked up at him as you leaned into the side hug.

“It helped me.” You replied, barely above a whisper and you could almost feel the change in the air as soon as you admitted it. Pietro frowned as he looked down at you, realising that he and Wanda were not alone in their feelings. You tried to compose yourself, a sad smile on your lips as you leaned into him, connecting the last daisies together.

You smiled up at Pietro and wove the ends of the chain together before you pulled away from him and positioned the daisy chain on his fluffy, silver hair. “When I was younger my dad and I used to make daisy chains.” You smiled as you adjusted his hair slightly. “Whenever I make them it reminds me of him.” You explained.

“Prinţesă mea,” He whispered softly, reaching up to gently brush his fingers against your cheek, catching a stray tear. “My point is, Piet, you don’t have to feel that way alone, even if it makes you feel like you’re alone. We’re all here for each other.” You smiled softly at him and he mirrored your smile as tears rolled down his cheeks, watching as a couple escaped you too and he gently wiped yours away with his thumbs before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you, Prinţesă.” He spoke softly to you as you copied his actions and wiped his tears away. “Always, Piet.” You smiled, letting him pull you in for a hug and squeezing him softly around the middle as you leaned against his chest, enjoying the tenderness of your moment together.

“Show me how to make a daisy chain? You need one too, you are my Prinţesă after all.” Pietro smirked down at you and you giggled and nodded, parting from him to gather more daisies and show him how to make one, glad that you could share that with Pietro and he could share memories of his parents with you too.

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[opheliawritesxo]

This Time

Prompt (in bold): 8 – “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just really tired.”

Pairing: 1 – Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: The exhaustion started around six months into dating Chris. It crept up on her, but she barely noticed it.

Warnings: TW for anxiety, depression and allusions to self-harm (not mentioned by name nor anything graphic just there’s a small section where if you read between the lines it may strike a chord so it’s truly just a warning.) A smattering of hurt but with a big dose of comfort & strong language.

Word Count: 894

A/N: This is day 4 of 30 prompts. The list is here if you wanna check it out (x). This is a day late I'm so sorry! This was so cathartic to write as someone who has struggled, and still struggles, with mental health. You are heard, you are understood and don’t let anyone ever diminish your mental health. Just because they can’t see it doesn’t mean it is not there. I’m always here for anyone that needs to talk.

The exhaustion started around six months into dating Chris. It crept up on her, but she barely noticed it. When she met Chris on the set of Infinity War, where she was working as a runner, had been the best day of her life. They had both been friends for a year before Chris gathered up the courage to make a move on her.

           Truly, nothing really changed when she started dating Chris. They just kissed and made use of Chris’ king size bed but the fundamentals of their fast friendship, the cuddles, the closeness, the inside jokes; very much carried over into their relationship. So, when the exhaustion started to creep in; neither of them noticed it at first.

The week before their six-month anniversary, she couldn’t prise herself out of bed for the life of her. Chris had been gone for a couple of days, doing press for Infinity War and she’d planned to make him a nice romantic dinner to celebrate him coming back. She’d planned to take Dodger a nice long walk but when she woke up; it was like she couldn’t move. She was locked in place. Eventually she had to phone Scott and ask if he could take Dodger for the day. He was concerned, obviously, but she passed it off as just having come down with something which was believable, and Scott let the subject go after making her some tea and taking Dodger away.

           She nodded off again, only to be awoken hours later by a calloused hand running through her hair and another gently pressing the back of their hand to her forehead.

“Hi sweetheart.” She heard Chris’ voice. “Scott said you’re coming down with something.” Y/N jolted up at that, realising that Chris was home.

“Shit, what time is it!?”

“Around 7ish.” He replied softly as he moved to take her hand, but she was quick to move and pull herself away. Rubbing at her eyes as she moved towards the bathroom. Chris was concerned to say the least, he’d never seen his girl like this in the whole time he’d known her. She was always bubbly, and it was as if a smile was permanently etched on her face. Now, the smile was gone as was the sparkle in her eyes. He had an idea as to what it could be, he’d suffered from it himself, but he could also be wrong.

“Do you mind if we just order in tonight?” She muttered from where she was leaning against the sink.

“Sure baby girl, ‘course we can. Do think you’re coming down with the cold or-“ She was quick to cut him off.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just really tired.” a slight bite to her words. Chris’ hand rubbed against the back of his neck, in no way taking her tone to heart. She was hurting, he could see that now.

“That’s okay, tell you what..” His words soft as he approached her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her into his side. “You finish up in here and I’ll order us some dinner and we can lie in bed and watch some TV or a movie. Whatever you want.” She could feel the tears starting to well up and she nodded, letting Chris press a kiss to the top of her head.

           Moving back into the bedroom, she pulled on some fresh pyjamas and curled back up under the duvet. Cocooning herself in. She was scared because she’d been pushing the thoughts of why she was feeling like this to the back of her head. It’d been a decade since she last felt like this and it had landed her in a bad, bad way because she didn’t have a great support system at the time. She also didn’t know what it was at the time, everyone told her it was a teenager thing. The way she was feeling, the things she was doing to help combat everything going on in her mind was either ‘normal, everyone feels that way sometimes; we all have bad days.’ Or attention seeking, ‘grow up, you’re a teenager your hormones are all over the place. Just talk about your feelings instead of doing that.’

By the time Chris came back in to tell her he’d ordered the food, the tears were coming freely down her face. Her body shaking under the layers of duvets and blankets as she willed herself to keep as quiet as possible. Chris though, was having none of it. He was under the cover and had Y/N in his arms in seconds. Rocking her back and forth softly. Soothing her. He knew how bad it hurts but she wasn’t alone, she would never be alone again.

“I’ve got you baby, I’m right here.. you’re okay. I love you so much.” He muttered in her ear, pressing kisses to her hair and tightening his arms around her as she clutched on for dear life. Yes, she’d badly struggle for a couple more days but this time around she had amazing friends and her boyfriend, and his family supported her immensely. So, going to therapy knowing that Chris was beside her to hold her hand throughout gave her strength. This time, the battle wouldn’t be as hard to fight. This time she was safe. This time; she’d win.

[yespleasetommyshelby]

Adam Ruzek Song imagine ~ Say you won’t let go James Arthur

(It’s pretty long and I can’t figure out how to put a ‘keep reading’ thingy, also the ending is kinda crap as I wasn’t sure where I was going with this... anyways, enjoy!)

‘I met you in the dark, you lit me up, you made me feel as though, I was enough... We danced the night away, you drank too much, I held your hair back when you were throwing up...’

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked as me and April walked down the cold streets of Chicago, I’d just finished my first shift at Chicago med and she insisted on taking me out to celebrate even though she had work in the morning.

“I can handle myself, but you need to celebrate!” She exclaimed with a grin just as we reached a small-ish bar that sat on the corner of the street. “Welcome to Molly’s!” She grinned as she pushed the door open, the smell of booze hitting me in the face in an instant.

Looking around I saw a few people that I had recogonised from them coming into med in the last few hours, such as Kelly Severide, a lieutenant from firehouse 51 who had come in to see April, speaking of which.

“Hey, you wanna come to the bar?” She grinned as she looked her arm through mine and practically dragged me through the crowd to the bar.

A few minutes later she had disappeared with Kelly leaving me at the bar drinking on my own, until a figure dropped down onto the stool besides me, looking over I spotted a tall guy with slightly blonde/brown hair and a smile that could melt an iceberg, seriously.

“What’s a pretty girl doing all alone?” He asked looking at me briefly before ordering another beer.

“I was with a friend but it seems like I’ve been ditched for a fire fighter.” I laughed slightly looking behind him to where April and Kelly were sat laughing together. “My names y/n y/l/n by the way.” I smirked lifting my drink to my lips.

“Adam Ruzek.” He smirked back, holding his hand out for me to shake.

A couple of hours and multiple drinks later it was fair to say that I was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks, I had spent the last hour ‘dancing’ in the corner with Ruzek, well, I danced and Adam made sure no guys could get to me in my state.

“I don’t feel good.” I muttered as I dropped down into the seat besides Adam, head pounding and the familiar feeling brewing in my stomach. “I need some air.” I muttered quickly pushing myself up and rushing outside before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the trash can outside.

I groaned as I felt a large, warm pair of hands brush over my shoulder, pulling my hair away from my face as I continued to throw up.

“Sorry.” I muttered as I stood up straight and wiped my mouth with my hand before rubbing them on my trousers, gross I know.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Adam chuckled slightly, putting his arm around my shoulder.

‘Then you smiled over your shoulder, for a second I was stone-cold sober... I pulled you closer to my chest... And you asked me to stay over, I said I already told ya, I think that you should get some rest...’

“Thank you.” I smiled as I put my key into the lock on my front door, a short walk that took twice as long due to my stumbling and asking stupid questions. Looking over my shoulder I couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted as my eyes met his, a feeling I had never felt or even knew how to describe until now. “You sure you don’t want to stay?” I asked for the thousandth time since we’d left Molly’s, yet everytime I’d get the same answer.

“I’ve told you, get some rest and text me in he morning.” He smiled shaking his head before he stepped foreward and pulled me into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist while his cane around me completely.

“Are you sure?” I asked looking up at him resting my chin on his chest, laughing as he sarcastically rolled his eyes and looked down at me.

“I’m sure, but text me in the morning so I know you’re alright.” He said kissing the top of my head quickly before pulling away completely.

“Goodbye Adam.” I grinned stupidly as he started to walk away.

“Goodbye y/n.” He smirked looking back quickly before shaking his head and walking away.

‘I knew I loved you then, but you’ll never know, ‘cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go... I know I needed you, but I never showed, I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old...’

“Ready?” Hank asked as his head appeared from behind the door, smile on his face as he walked into the room adjusting his tie slightly. “You look beautiful, you ready?”

Smiling to myself I looked down at what I was wearing, a long white gown with a heart shaped top, the perfect dress for the perfect wedding to the perfect man.

“Hell yeah I’m ready.” I grinned putting my arm through his, after meeting Adam I got to know the whole team from intelligence, Hank had taken on a father kind of role so it only felt right having him give me away, since my own father had died when I was younger.

I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as I walked down the aisle towards Adam, stood in his suit and tie, Kevin and Jay by his side, all three wearing the biggest smiles I had ever seen. I chuckled slightly as I watched Kev nudge Adam slightly after he wiped a stray tear that had escaped. While I tried to listen to what the priest was saying I had trouble tearing my eyes away from my husband to be, seems like he was having the same trouble as the poor priest had to try a couple of times to get his attention for the vows.

“Y/N, you are the most perfect person I have ever met, and probably ever will. I still remember the first night I met you, I saw you sitting at the bar in Molly’s and with a little liquid encouragment, and a nudge from Kev.” He pauses as he looked behind at Kevin and gave him a small, grateful nod. “I gave it a shot, we spent the night dancing and laughing, I even held your hair while you threw up in a trash can.” He chuckled making me groan as the rest of our guests laughed. “But I knew then, the moment you looked up at me outside your old place, that I wasn’t gunna let you go, there was just something about you that I couldn’t get out of my head for the next few days.” He shook his head slightly, as a lone tear fell down his cheek, his eyes met mine as I reached up and wiped it away trying to keep my own tears in. “I love you, so, so much.”

“I love you too, ever since you didn’t just walk past and leave me to fall into a trash can of my own puke.” I grinned laughing slightly. “You are the one person that I could never see myself without, no matter how I imagine my future you are always there, for better or for worse.” I winked making him laugh. “I’ll love you forever Adam Ruzek, nothing will ever change that.”

“You may now kiss the bride!” The priest announced, wasting no time Adam pulled me towards him and dipped us before he placed his lips on mine, the perfect end to the perfect wedding.

‘I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed, I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head... I’ll take the kids to school, wave them goodbye, and I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night...’

*Adam’s POV*

“Alright, on the count of three, ready?” I whispered looking down at the twins, Amelia and Amber, only six years old and their already so much like their mother, kind, caring but with a temper that one day will probably make a grown man cry. “Three... Two... One!” I counted down before I opened the bedroom door, huge grins on their faces as they ran in and started to jump on the bed.

“I’m up! I’m up!” I could hear her laughing as she grabbed onto the twins and pulled them down next to her before she leant over them and their angelic laugh filled my ears as she tickled them.

“Happy birthday!” I grinned as I walked over placing the tray of pancakes and orange juice on the bed side drawers before leaning down and placing my lips to hers, a feeling that after seven years of marriage and nine years together I still haven’t got used to.

“Thank you.” She mumbled kissing me once more before her attention was taken by the twins groaning and putting their hands over their eyes. “Oh shush, you’re gunna be late for school if we don’t get going.” She told them going to get out of bed before I put my hands on her shoulder and pushed her back down.

“I am on it, you finish your breakfast and wait here, I’ll be back.” I winked before rounding up the girls and ushering them downstairs, into their coats and shoes before rushing out the door, barely making it on time.

“Bye daddy!” They both waved as I watched them walk into their school, big smiles on their faces as I waved back.

“Baby?” I called quietly as I got back home, hearing nothing but silence I crept into our shared bedroom and could make a y/n shaped lump under the covers. How did I get so lucky the night I met her..?

‘I’m gunna love you till, my lungs give out... I promise til death we part, like in our vows... So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows, that it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old... Just say you won’t let go...’

*Y/N POV*

I groaned as I put my key into the lock, a long day at med and all I wanted was to get inside, flip on the couch and eat a ton of ice cream, however as I opened the door I had a feeling that my plans were going to change.

“Happy anniversary.” Adam smiles from his place at the dinner table, candles and rose petals littering the top and creating a path towards him.

“Oh, Adam.” I sighed happily as I watched him stand up and walk over to me, taking my bag from me he dropped it at his feet before he stood behind me and removed my coat as gently as possible.

“Where are the twins?” I asked concerned, there’s no way they’d be okay with going to bed early, especially not on a Friday.

“Hayley and Kim give them for the night, their fine.” He smirked as I realised he’d had this under control.

“I love you so much.” I grinned turning and looking up at him, my arms going round his waist as his rested on my back, just like the day we had met.

“I will love you until my dying breath, I promise you that.” He mumbled resting his chin on top of my head sighing contemptly.

As long as he never let’s go, I’ll die happy...

[parkerpeter24]

Better Half Of Me ~ Tom Holland 💕

Part-2 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series

Warnings: fluff and all nice things.

You sipped on the wine feeling the night breeze passing through your hair. The view was blissful but what completed it was your boyfriend, Tom. He sat in front of you with a carefree smile on his face. It was his idea to come here, to take a trip to the city of love. Both of you wanted to celebrate your ten year anniversary somewhere special. Not only your love but your friendship was now ten years old.

Tom entered the room with a world map in his hand. You looked at him staring at the map intently, "What're you doing?" You asked.

"What all places have we visited?" He asked as he sat down beside you, spreading the map on the table, he looked into your eyes that held the question, 'why'. He knew you'd ask, "Come on, (y/n). Just tell me."

"Okay, let me see..." You trailed off, "We've visited New York, Canada, Germany, Brazil and London of course." You listed.

"Where do you think we should go for our 10 year anniversary?" He questioned.

"We've never visited India, or Switzerland, or-" You started stacking up names of places before Tom cut you off mid-sentence.

"Paris." He let out, "We've never been to Paris together, I can't believe it!"

"Are you cold?" Tom asked bringing you back to reality.

"Yeah, a little." You replied, running your hands up and down your arms.

"Here, you can have my-" He started taking off his jacket but stopped when he felt the outline of the small box in one of the pockets of his jacket, "Oh no, you can't. Because, um, I'm cold too." He nodded, approving his answer even though you didn't buy it.

"So, what now?" You asked. This has been the best day in the twenty two years of life.

"Now we go to the top." He replied, making you smile as you eyed the Eiffel tower from below.

You walked beside him, hand in hand while talking about a memory that popped into your head, "Do you remember the time we were in college and you were jealous of a middle school boy?" You laughed and he couldn't but roll his eyes.

"How could I forget that?" He replied, sarcasm coating his voice, "That's a thing I never wanna forget." You laughed and this time he laughed with you.

"That's the first time you told me that you love me." You said looking into his eyes and he smiled, breathtakingly, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips.

"Tom, he's just a kid!" You stated, "It's not like I'm gonna leave you for him, that's ridiculous!"

Tom sighed. He knew this conversation would go nowhere and it was ridiculous of him to be jealous of the kid but it was like he was stuck to you and you were so oblivious to it.

You had missed two dates because of that kid and Tom knew that you were very sorry even though it wasn't your fault. It was that brat who would make faces at him when you weren't looking.

"I know, okay. I know that he's a kid and all that shit but do you realise what he's trying to do?!" He asked in a breathy tone, "He's not worth all the attention you're giving him!"

"Oh my god, Thomas! You are jealous! Of a small boy?!" You laughed.

"Hey! I'm not jealous, and you take that back!" He demanded.

"What would you do if I don't?" You smirked while cocking an eyebrow at him, "And don't you think of telling Jake that I have a crush on him."

"I wasn't thinking of that anyway." He was exactly thinking that. He wondered how you got to know that, "I'm, um, I'm gonna tell your mom that you broke her favourite crockery!" He countered.

You gasped, "Oh, you didn't just say that!" He sighed, finally plopping down to your bed and rubbing his face with his hands, a thing that he did when he was frustrated.

You knew it was enough and that this would lead to nowhere. You walked to your bed standing in front of him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your tummy, "Why were we fighting, again?" He asked, making you giggle.

"God knows." You replied. He hummed and snuggled closer to you as you rubbed your hand up and down his back gently. "Seriously Tom, you don't need to worry about that guy taking me away from you." You finished, not stopping the giggle that eloped your throat.

"I know. And I'm sorry, really. It's just that I love you so much and-" He couldn't finish before you coughed.

"Y-you love me?" You asked as you parted to look into his eyes.

"I do."

"God I hated that kid." He breathed out, "What was his name again?" You laughed at his comment.

"I don't even remember. Jade or something?" You shrugged. Finally as you reached the top of the tower and walked forward, Tom made sure that the box was still secure in his pocket.

You were mesmerised by the view and the city looked even lovelier from up there. How many times you've come there as a kid or as a teenager, you couldn't get enough of this. "I can't believe that we never came here together." You said, mesmerised by this view. You heard him hum behind you and turned around, "Honestly, this day couldn't get any-"

You stopped mid-sentence as a gasp escaped past your lips. There was your beloved boyfriend, over the Eiffel tower, in front of you, bending on one knee. You couldn't help the tears that formed in your eyes and placed a hand over your mouth.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)." He started as he took a deep breath, staring into your eyes, "You are my life, and I'm sure that only you'll be the death of me. I want to spend my whole life with you. So tell me, would you be the better half of me and make me the happiest man in this universe?" He asked, a tint of desperation in his voice.

The tears of joy finally fell onto your face and you nodded. "Yes." You whispered and soon, Tom was on his feet again wiping the tears from your face, he placed the ring on your ring finger.

He smiled, extending his hand towards you, "Have this dance with me?" He asked and you smiled.

"But the mus-?" You were cut off by a soft music playing in the background. Tom chuckled along with you as you placed your hand in his and danced under the soft moonlight.

And everything was perfect when your ear was against his chest, his heartbeat telling you how much he loved you. That day finally, you found your better half.

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☼ bokuto anniversary headcanons ☼

✎ ... “  Would you do Bokuto headcanons of him celebrating his anniversary with his s/o? “

☼ … • not to be personal on side blog but this is a little hmmm exciting to write bc mine n my bfs one year is next month :> rly anticipating it bc its my first one year ever !! but anyway lol i feel like bokuto would be REALLY cute for this hdkgnk

♡  ...

♡ oh god this man would do LITERALLY ANYTHING that you wanted for your anniversary hes so sweet :((( like three months into the relationship hes like “so ummm. hypothetically what would you wanna do on a one year anniversary. asking for a friend” but he would be soooo obvious about planning it and he really doesn’t realise how obvious he’s being so its cute ;-;

♡ you tell him he can have full reign on what to do, that you’ll be happy as long as you’re spending time with him n he would make it his Mission to create the perfect date. AND he would be so loud about it. “Oh (y/n) the ideas i have for our anniversary .... you’re gonna be blown away!” things like that !! almost slips up like a FEW times but he manages to save himself. He’s just super excited !!

♡ the kind of date he takes you on ends up being really cliche but like in a sweet romantic way T_T early afternoon he takes you on a picnic in a gorgeous local park, lays out a blanket n has a basket and everything its so sweet :((( he made sandwiches and they’re a little uglie but he tried n that’s the most important thing !! n he also brought fruit n cute snacks n stuff !! n brought milk n soda for drinks ♥♥

♡ then after you eat he takes you for a walk around the park with the intention to just hold hands romantically n talk n stuff like in the movies but it really just ends up with the both of you goofing off, running around and messing with the workout equipment on the trails and the little things to entertain kids. But !!! it’s actually super fun !! the both of you would have much rather that than just simply walking and talking. you walk by the pond and you two chase the ducks for a little before quickly realising your mistake and having to run from the mother duck hehe

♡ afterwards he takes you to get ice cream !!! It’s from a parlor just across the street from the park n it’s really good to cool you down from all the energy you exuded messing about in the park, so even if it’s cold during this time it feels good !!! after being so active, the two of you need to rest, so you sit outside the parlor and do your talking there, and now that you’re a little more tired, the conversation hits a little different. It’s mellow, and it’s perfect as the sun sets. 

♡ once it gets darker outside, he would take you to his apartment, where he would sit you at the dining room table with a glass of wine (or juice, whatever ur comfy with !!) while he quickly prepares dinner, nothing super fancy, just something small that he can whip up really quick because you two already ate a lot with the picnic and ice cream, but it’s still good !! he has a nice table cloth laid out and candles and it’s super cute :(((( 

♡  while you sit and eat, you two actually get to just.. talk, like you thought you were going to do on your walk, and it was really nice !! kotarou is so energetic and dramatic so it was sort of relaxing to hold a more calm conversation with him :>> you two talk about anything and everything and he, or the both of you get a little tipsy on the wine but its okay, it adds to the atmosphere 

♡  after  you’re done eating he sets you up on his couch and turns on a movie, and you almost laugh because it was a movie you were trying to watch with him for a while, but he always kept finding some sort of excuse not to, and this must have been why ♥ you don’t mind though !! you think it was really cute that he wanted to save it for today hehe. he cuddles you on the couch and it’s so warm and content that the two of you end up falling asleep right there, halfway through the movie !! but its okay, because you two had a long day, and finished it happily and contently ♥♥♥

[jae-daddy]

Holic (how it would’ve continued)

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the first part is backstory, and then the next part is breif summaries of how the chapters would’ve gone. Hope y’all enjoy it <3

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The first thing we need to understand is the character. For me, she was broken. The cliche of rich parents who don’t have time for their kid was one of the main shaping tools for her. I can’t remember if its obvious or not, but y/n was kidnapped when she was younger, and none of her own family members had noticed. Instead, it was her maid, who she was close to, but her parents fired her after some time. So, most of her childhood she felt unloved. 

Also, she was kidnapped when she was in her teens. The timeline is a bit fucked, cause I didn’t plan well so, god bless lol. But she gets kidnapped, and it was a hard and traumatic experience for her. She wasn’t even given the opportunity to express that experience because it was just swept under the rug. A few days after she had returned, her parents continued to celebrate her sister’s birthday. Which isn’t a bad thing, but she spends it in her room, crying, and no one comes to check up on her. 

A few months later Jaebum and her meet at the ball, and she tells him that she doesn’t like him. She was just protecting herself.

The main characteristic about her is that she’s always trying to protect someone or something. She married Jaebum to protect the honour of their families, then she tells Jaebum not to do anything that will ruin their image in front of the public, and to respect her. And then, when she finds her hoe sister, she tries to protect her after knowing it was their mother forcing her to go through with the wedding when she was in love and pregnant with someone else’s baby. 

But mostly, she was protective of herself. She didn’t want to seem weak or show any vulnerability. She keeps on saying it's so people can’t use it against her, but its actually just so she doesn’t get hurt. She doesn’t want to get her expectations up. She doesn’t want to imagine, she doesn’t want to wonder or trust another human with her emotions and feelings because it never worked for her since she was a kid. 

so the future story would’ve gone:

y/n would’ve gotten pretty for the date with Jaebum, but her secretary brings photos of Jaebum and his secretary doing the dirty at the office. The outfit that Jaebum is wearing is the coat that she split milk on by mistake that one night. It was new, and then it was ruined so that was the only time he wore it after they were married, after she had asked him not to do anything stupid, after he had been nice to her, and before he did all this, and claimed to be in love with her, he was fucking his secretary. 

y/n thought she needed some time to collect herself, so she cancelled the date, and moved out. After like a week Jaebum and her go to a party. And this chapter would’ve been from Jaebum’s point of view. y/n would’ve been ignoring him and pretending like he didn’t exist. But she was still being civil and acting to be in love when someone came by, especially this old couple who they needed to finance their new business plan. So while y/n is trying to control her anger, and not rip Jaebum’s head off. Jaebum is completely oblivious to this and in his mind, he just thinks of how much he loves her. He looks at her and all he sees is beauty and an angel. He looks at her as she speaks to people, as she laughs, as she stands, the slope of her neck, her eyes and everything about her makes him feel like that kid back at the balcony of her parents anniversary. He was in love with her since then. It was her red heels that broke his heart and made him cold to everyone. And it was her that was laughing at him for having a red heel fetish. It wasn’t the fetish, it was the memory of her breaking his heart in two, and the necklace he had gotten for her the same fate that night. As he is looking at her, the old man says that love like her comes only once and to hold on to her. Jaebum already knew that. He knew it from the moment that she had walked away, he knew it when they walked down the alter. He knew it as she came and stood in front of him, her eyes dazed with intoxication from too many champagnes, her lips painted pink. He knew it, as he was still stuck where they had left off. He was in love with her. 

y/n wakes up at her house but finds that she is not alone. Jaebum is there waiting for you in the kitchen with oatmeals (your fav breakfast). You turn away from the dish and tell him to leave. He asks you what’s up, and you tell him to leave. Jaebum thinks you’re in a mood, and gives you a hug, chuckling and saying ‘okay, ill leave, you duckling. but have breakfast first.’ you push him away. You didn’t want to eat anything, you felt like vomiting. How could he say he loved you when he had been sticking his dick inside other girls. The thing that made it worse is that you didn’t know if this was still going on. If after every night that he held you close, he ran off in the morning into the arms of another and stuck his dick inside of them. You felt sick, hurt, but most of all stupid. Stupid for starting to fall into his trap, for letting go, for wanting to believe that what Jaebum and you had was real. that for one minute he had truly loved you. it was all just a mess now and you didn’t know what was right and wrong. You were hurt and so so so fucking angry, and the last thing you needed was Jaebum pretending to do whatever that he was doing. Jaebum reached out for you again but you pushed him. “Don't fucking come near me you asshole!” you sneered at him, your eyes raging. Jaebum didn’t understand what was going on, he looked sad. He was like baby what's wrong. You tried to walk away, but he pulled you back and asked you to tell him. So you were like fucking fine. You grabbed the envelope from the counter and dumped the photos onto the counter. Jaebum sees the photo and goes pale. You try not to cry and tell him “This was after our marriage. After that night at the party, this is what you were doing after sending me home. This was the night after our wedding Jaebum. Now, I know we don’t have any relationship like a husband and wife, but i just asked for one thing respect. I told you not to do anything stupid that could ruin this. Before you ask, I wasn’t spying on you. Some third-grade gossip journalist dropped this by my office. Next time you do something like this be careful. It isn’t just your life anymore.” Jaebum didn’t really have an explanation, because he did cheat on you, but that was the last time.  You leave the room and tell him to get out of your house. 

you knew what you were doing was wrong but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to hurt him, but more than that, you wanted to erase Jaebum. So. you hit up your old flame. Now, it was common knowledge that eventually (if your sister hadn’t run away) next in line would’ve been you and Jackson. You had known him since you were a kid, and he was like a friend more than anything else. But he was also very very attractive. And y’all sitting there having dinner at a restaurant, and then guess who walks in. That’s right Jaebum. And he is jealous. At first, you are too, seeing that pretty girl with him, but soon it doesn’t bother you cause he’s not even looking at her. All his attention is on you and Jackson. After a bit, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, and as you get out a man pulls you into the corner. You get scared and think you’ll keep on getting dragged away into a van, and then locked up in another dark room. But its just Jaebum, and you relax for a moment and hug him. You wanna cry, but you just hold him. Jaebum holds you tight and whispers “I miss you so much Y/n, please come back.” You snap back and push him away, and tell him to fuck off. He tells you that he’s sorry and that that night was the only time this happened, and it never happened after it and it will never happen again. He loves you, he told you. And you told him to go eat shit and started to walk away. He held your wrist and pulled you close to him. Your chest pressed against each other, as Jaebum pushed you against the wall and leaned forward. “You know, playing with boys like that won’t help. You can’t rid of me and what we have. You can’t go around fucking boys y/n” “I could say the same to you, but you’ve already been fucking other hoes, so I won't lose my breath over it. Let me go, and stay out of my life.” You and Jackson walk out, you sit in his car and tell him to drop you home. 

You get kidnapped. Jaebum saves you, because of special powers (special police) lol. You both cry and confess your love. You realise that while being scared of having love let you down or having your heart broken, or having it taken away; it's better to just love. so you forget and forgive and decide to live each day happy instead of safely. 

After months of therapy, and talking about your troubles you’re doing much better. You and Jaebum are going stronger than ever. And you both have such a cute boy. He’s like a taking no shit, don’t read me bullshit fairytales, but scared of clowns adorable little kid. Aww he’s so cute. And he brushes his hair to the side and tucks his shirt in, such a fucking cute boss nerd. And you both love this kid a lot, and you love each other a lot too. Even though it wasn’t the most romantic beginning to a love story, but as it was going right now it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because you loved him with all your heart hiding nothing and showing everything, and Jaebum doing the same. 

In the end, happy ending. I’m sorry I couldn’t finish this story. Maybe if i had planned it better it’d be easier lol. Sorry for plot holes or if i missed something. I had fun playing with story, and seeing all of y’all react to it. 

Thank you for all you love and support. 

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Safe flight

 The only words I had spoken to him in a week, and I had not even spoken them. I had ignored every message he sent. Every picture of the ocean, every video of the group sipping cocktails, every goodnight text. All of it had gone unanswered.

 Part of me felt guilty for leaving him hanging, it felt petty and childish. However, part of me wanted him to feel as I had. Fucking confused.

All week I had been tormented by my own brain, rationalising and exaggerating the situation every five minutes with no respite. Work was no distraction, my work so mind-numbing that all my brain was consumed with had been him. Days had been spent inputting details while imagining Harry’s lips on my skin, nights spent wishing my hands were his.

He had consumed all my thoughts and I despised it. Why did I let it bother me so much? Harry and I are friends. Friends who occasionally fool around, sure, but friends none the less. It is not as though I am desperate to get into a relationship with him. I am not sure I even want a relationship at all right now, the one major boyfriend I had made sure to leave his mark in my life. How could I ever want to get into a situation like that again?

 No. Harry and I are friends and that is that. That cannot be why I am so bothered by seeming pictures of him with another girl. I mean, sure, having him kiss me before I left was… unprecedented. It was new and different and a little bit exciting, but that does not mean I want to be with him. He surely does not want to be with me either. Harry had been romantic, practically dedicating a song for us, but Harry is romantic. It is the reason so many people adore him, he has a heart of gold and a beautiful soul.

 Finally, my brain had come to the realisation that I had let myself get swept up by the excitement of it all. The sneaking around felt charming. The idea of loving under the sun was alluring, no doubt about it, but the sun has gone. This aspect of our relationship is needs-based, nothing more. No need to read into his actions anymore.

 Just landed. Can’t wait to see you, alright if I come round? x

 My throat tightens at the idea, but I agree anyway. This relationship is driven by need and I do need him. Having such a concentrated taste of him and then having him ripped away feels too cruel. There is no way I could deprive myself of him now.

 When he finally arrives, it is late in the night, so he knocks quietly, but I hear him loud and clear, having been doing nothing but sit on my sofa, sipping at a glass of wine for courage. I hold my breath as I open the front door, my hand shaking nervously as I look up at him.

 “Hi,” Harry says softly.

 I exhale quickly at the sight on my doorstep. Harry is still dressed for warmer weather, a light and billowy floral shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal a peak of chest hair. He is golden. In just one extra week he has bronzed beautifully, his smile looking even brighter as he looks to me.

 “Can I come in? Bit cold,” he says with a shaky laugh.

 “Oh,” I say with a shake of my head to bring me back to Earth. I step aside for him to walk inside, closing the door behind him and watch as he walks into the living room. “Wine?” I call after him.

 “I’m good, thanks, clear head and all that,” he says as I follow him to the sofa.

 I sit down at the other end and top up my glass until wine almost spills over the brim. Harry’s eyebrows knit together as he watches me.

 “Long week,” I explain with a wave of my hand, hoping he will avoid asking for details.

 “Yeah, noticed you were a bit absent,” he says gently but the guilt still pangs in my chest.

 “Uh, yeah, you know work… and didn’t want to interrupt you guys’ fun,” I mumble, desperately making up excuses I should have practiced before he got here.

 “Oh,” he replies, and his face softens, “That why you’ve been kind of weird?”

 My body tenses instinctively at his words, part of me wanting to explain that I have been ‘weird’ since he kissed me and then most likely shagged another girl hours after I left. But I hold back.

 “Yeah,” I mutter, “Hope you all had a good time though,”

 “Wasn’t the same without you,” he says and I almost scoff.

 Quickly reminding myself of the newly formed line between my emotions and my libido, I take a gulp of my wine before setting it down.

 “I’m glad you came round actually,” I say, and he smiles brightly.

 “Oh, yeah?”

 “Yeah, my vibrator kind of quit on me last night,” I laugh.

 “Oh,” Harry says softly, looking down as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt.

 “What? Did you want to come round and show me holiday snaps?” I tease and he looks back up at me with a smile.

 “Not exactly,” he breathes, “You look good, by the way,” he says, eyeing me up and down as he stretches, the long journey evident in the way his shoulders click as he reaches out.

 “Shut up,” I laugh, climbing into his lap until my knees are either side of his hips.

 “Mean it… missed you,” he says gently, his arms coming up, hands softly gliding up and down my bare arms.

 “Hey,” I say softly, lifting his gaze with a finger under the chin. His eyes stow away into mine and I take a deep breath to ensure my voice does not shake when it comes out, “Just fuck me, yeah?”

 His eyes stay on mine as he lets my words sink in. Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, he gives me a slow nod. I nod back and pull my shirt over my head, watching as his eyes trickle over the newly exposed flesh.

 After that we fall into a mess of movements, our bodies going through the motions as we undress and collapse back into each other. The sex is grabby and rushed, almost the antithesis of the last time. This is pure physical need. And afterwards, when I am slumped over Harry’s body, his hands on my hips as we catch our breaths, I do not feel completely satisfied.

 I take a sip from my wine, partially redressed in underwear and a vest. Passing the glass to Harry he takes a drink to finish the glass before pulling me back into him, so that I am sat across his knee.

 “Wanna go to a party tomorrow?” he asks, looking at me hopefully.

 “What party?” I ask, setting the empty glass down on the ground.

 “Thing for the record label, anniversary thing, there’s a dinner and then an afterparty,” he explains, looking down and playing with the fabric of my vest with one hand while the other rests on my bare thigh.

 “Is it fancy?” I ask, my muscles tensing slightly at the thought. A holiday with a small group of people who belong in Harry’s world is one thing, but a concentrated group in one place celebrating the thing they have in common that I will never understand is another thing entirely.

 “Think the dinner is but the party is at a club, probably a little fancy,” he tells me softly, his voice still a little bit hoarse from grunting my name moments ago.

 “Not jeans and a nice top kind of vibe then?” I ask, joking to hide the slight panic the idea stirs up.

 “Probably not,” he smiles as he looks up at me.

 His hair is a mess and exhaustion is clear on his face but he looks relaxed and happy, and it is a beautiful look on him. It is probably the look that makes me nod my head. Or maybe it is because I knew the grin that would occur when I agreed, big and lopsided and so endearing it makes me resent him for being so perfect at times.

 “I’ll dig through my wardrobe then,” I tell him. He smiles brightly and relaxes into the sofa, fatigue overtaking him. “Want to stay here tonight?” I ask, brushing the hair away from his face. Leaning his head into my hand, he closes his eyes and nods slightly.

 “Mm… s’nice,” he mutters at the way my fingers massage lightly against his scalp.

 “Come on, loser,” I say, standing up and grabbing both his hands to pull him from the sofa.

 He complies with no argument as I walk him to my bedroom and get him settled. By the time I come back to bed with two glasses of water he is already fast asleep. With a small smirk, I slide into bed beside him.

  In the morning, I have to sneak out of bed and tiptoe around my flat so as to not wake Harry. Figuring that he could do with some well-deserved rest, I leave him a spare key and a note telling him to text me where to meet him later. When I come home from work, the flat is empty, leaving me an addendum on the scrap of paper I had left him.

 Thanks for letting me sleep in, you’re a godsend. See you tonight, look gorgeous – H x

 Beneath is the address of the club, instructing to meet him there at 9pm. Three hours to get ready. Instantly, my mind begins to panic as I flick through my wardrobe, desperately seeking something befitting the occasion. All I want is to blend in, but I have a strong feeling that my budget-friendly attire will not cut it. I wish I knew who else was going so I could tag along rather than show up alone and sticking out like a sore thumb.

 Eventually, I land on black flared jumpsuit, attempting to dress it up with some jewellery, but feeling like a phony. Curling my hair within an inch of it’s life and plastering on enough makeup to somewhat hide me away, I order a taxi.

 Fidgeting through the whole journey, I text Harry to tell him I am on my way and touch up my lipstick repeatedly until I cannot stand the colour red any longer.

 I thank the driver when we arrive and head towards the entrance of the club. The street outside is lined with paparazzi all standing idly, checking their equipment as I walk past and up to the main door.

 “Private party tonight, sweetheart,” the bouncer says, holding his hand up to stop me proceeding any further.

 Trying to ignore the gut punch he just delivered, my attempt to dress up clearly not fooling anyone, I nervously tell him my name and he checks the list in his hand.

 “ID?” he asks. My hand shakes as I give it to him, humiliation eating at me as he looks down at it, then up to me, before exhaling and handing it back to me. He nods his head slightly, silently telling me I have permission to enter. Part of me does not even want to walk inside. Part of me wants to go home and pretend I got ill and could not make it. But I already told Harry I was coming, and not seeing him for a week did feel strange, so I take a deep breath and step into the club.

 The pounding music and flashing lights does little to quell my anxiety. A petite blonde offers me a flute of champagne and I gladly take it, gulping it without caring to notice the shocked look she gives me, mainly distracted by my stupidity at not taking several shots before turning up here.

 My eyes scan through the mass of bodies, urgently trying to spot Harry among them but it is no use. All I see is glamour. Women in tight little dresses dance with men in expensive suits. Harry blends right into a place like this. No doubt, he will be the one to find me. With that miserable thought, I make a wise decision to head to the bar.

 Once the bartender finally notices me, I order two shots of tequila and a double vodka lemonade, greatly appreciating the open bar. I knock back the shots and turn back to the crowd, craning my head to try and find my friend. It soon proves to be like trying to find a beautiful, famous needle in an equally beautiful and famous haystack.

 Watching as the room bounces with energy and intoxicated happiness, I could not feel more out of place. My very existence here feels like a cruel joke. My chest feels as though it is tightening with every thump of the blaring bassline. Deciding I need air, I quickly make a beeline for the smoking area, incredibly grateful that the small outside space is far less crowded, and I can take some deep breaths in semi-privacy.

 Taking time to focus on inhaling, exhaling, counting my breaths, I regain some normalcy, just in time to hear someone call my name. Looking up, I see Will approaching me with a smile plastered across his face which I cannot help but return, grateful to see a familiar face.

 “Thought that was you!” he exclaims happily, wrapping me in a hug.

 “Hi,” I mutter over his shoulder as he squeezes me excitedly.

 “When did you get here?” he asks upon releasing me, the smile not wiping from his face as we catch up.

 “Just now pretty much,” I reply, his presence helping the tightness in my chest.

 I explain to him about meeting up with Harry but not being able to find him, leaving out the humiliation and anxiety being here induced.

 “Oh, there’s a booth tucked away we were all kind of hanging out at,” he tells me, grabbing my hand and leading me back into the club to find our friend. It dawns on me that I should have expected to see Will here, he and Harry worked together regularly during the promo of Harry’s first solo album, the launch party he had a hand in organising being the night we met. Getting along with Will had been effortless, so being guided by him through the sea of heated bodies helped me stay calm. “Look who I found,” he announces as we reach a populated table in the corner of the room.

 Half of the members of the group flick their gaze towards us for a split second before returning to their conversations, however, a few pause, offering small, polite smiles, which I bashfully return. I notice Harry around the same time that he notices me. He is mid-conversation with a woman in her mid-20s, brunette, slim, beautiful, absolutely his type if his record is anything to go on. She is smiling brightly at him as he speaks, gesticulating wildly until he spots me a few feet away. For a moment, I think his eyes fix to mine and Will’s interlaced hands, but I blink at his gaze has shifted. He utters something to the woman he is speaking to before standing up to come and greet me. The brunette smiles gently to me, clearly not threatened by my sudden presence.

 “You’re here!” Harry grins, pulling me into a hug and swaying us side to side. “You look amazing,” he says, releasing me and grinning down at me.

 “Doesn’t she just?” Will speaks with a charming smile that spreads up to his eyes and makes them crinkle around the edges.

 Grateful for the soft lighting, I feel heat rise to my cheeks. Harry looks between us for a moment, slightly puzzled before grabbing my hand and pulling me to sit with the group. Will offers to get more drinks to replace the one I had failed to notice I had been sipping nervously.

 Sat amongst Harry’s work colleagues and peers I instantly feel like an outsider again. Sitting in on conversations I do not fully understand, all I can do is offer polite smiles and nod my head where appropriate. Harry’s eyes drift to me every so often, checking in on me and offering me a sympathetic look, understanding my awkwardness. In the same way, I offer him a look and small nod, understanding that this is what tonight is all about and he should enjoy himself. Still, he looks to me regularly.

 When Will arrives back with the drinks, he sits beside me and chuckles, “You’re hating this,” he observes.

 “Not really my scene… hard not to stand out,” I admit, brushing over some deep-rooted insecurities in a more socially acceptable way.

 “Since when was standing out a bad thing?” he asks with a reassuring smile, determined to elicit one from me. “Wanna dance?”

 I look down to the ocean of bodies filling the room, moving freely and happily, I cannot deny the desire to feel the way they do. I nod and motion to Harry where we are going, to which he nods and smiles quickly.

 Will and I make our way to the edge of the dancefloor, hips and shoulders starting to move along with the music.

 “You’ve got to relax!” Will laughs loudly, having to raise his voice so I can hear him above the music. Not noticing how tense I must seem, I watch him as he dramatically shakes out his arms and legs, earning a deep laugh from me. At least we both stick out; I think to myself.

 Deciding that if I am here, I might as well have fun, I join Will in his mad dance moves, laughing along every time he almost bumps into someone or spills his drink. We move along to the beat, sometimes moving offbeat too, dancing happily and excitedly as our favourite songs play loudly, remixed until the whole room seems to bounce along to the bassline. I realise the DJ is playing remixed versions of the artists belonging to the record label and smirk at the attempts to merge soulful ballads with dirty beats. I cannot help but laugh aloud when an Only Angel remix starts playing. Immediately, I look to Harry to beckon him to us. His eyes are already on me when I find him through the crowd and call him over. A smirk spreads across his lips and he makes his way towards us, the rest of the room noticing his movements and smiling at him as he comes to join them and celebrate his music.

 When he reaches us, cheering that he came to join, he dances alongside us, grooving to his own beat and singing along as the room suddenly shifts. The atmosphere changes and it feels as though we are at one of Harry’s shows, witnessing him entice the population with one swing of his hips.

 As the song continues, Harry refuses to break eye contact with me, making me laugh as he grabs my arms and puts them around his shoulders, crouching to dance with me so our legs are slotted between one another. Laughing at his antics, I play along and groove with him as he leans in to set his mouth beside my ear.

 “Haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you,” he says lowly, his hands moving to hold my hips. To the average bystander, he is simply guiding me so that our bodies move in sync. No one would notice the way his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my curves, just enough pressure to understand.

 Drawing my head back to look him in the eye, I see that mischievous glint and have an inkling we will not be staying much longer.

 “She’s an angel,” I continue to sing along, pretending not to be affected by the way his body moves against mine or the way his breath hits my skin and spreads chills across it.

 “My only angel,” he says with a smirk, a darkness spreading across his features as the song shifts suddenly, “Let’s get out of here,”.

 It is not a question, but I nod anyway, following his lead as we say goodbye to Will and then the group at the booth. Harry takes my hand in his and leads me to the back of the club, mentioning that everyone had been leaving this way to avoid getting papped while paralytic.

 Once outside, Harry makes a call for a driver to come and pick us up.

 “You cold?” he asks me as we wait, gesturing to his suit jacket.

 “I’m good,” I say truthfully, enjoying the shocking drop in temperature that the evening air provides. “Was getting a bit heated in there,” I tease.

 Harry smirks and steps in front of me, “Something that I blame you for wholeheartedly,”. A hand reaches up to hold the side of my neck, his fingers stretching over my jaw, eyes dropping to my lips, “Red suits you.”

 “Think it would suit you too… Could look pretty on your neck,” I say, dragging my nails gently across him, “Your chest… Stomach…” my hand follows, “Right here,” my hand settles lightly over his groin, enjoying the way his breathe hitches in his throat.

 “Yeah?” he asks, his voice low and quiet. His eyes widen, shining brightly as he watches me, studying my face, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. I watch his Adam’s apple bob slowly, a smirk tugging at my lips at his reaction.

 “Mm,” I hum with a nod, relishing the way his body seems to weaken and melt under my touch, my hand softly palming against him.

 “You’re really cool, have I ever told you that?” he asks with a grin, breaking the tension and stirring a laugh within me.

 “And you’re an idiot,” I chuckle, removing my hand and taking a step back from him.

 “Hey, where d’you think you’re going?” Harry smirks, stepping towards me to close the gap between us. With a soft lick of his lips, he cradles either side of my face in his hands, eyes flitting across my features. “Fancy watching some rubbish telly?”

 “I thought you were too horny to party a minute ago?” I ask incredulously.

 “I kind of am… kind of just want to hang out with my girl,” he smiles at me so warmly that I think I might just melt under him. He looks so sweet; how could I ever deny him?

 Trying to ignore the lump in my throat caused by hearing him speak to me so tenderly, and the use of (hopefully) my new nickname, I nod.

 “I don’t know if this is blurring the lines too much…” Harry utters gently, his face just inches from mine, “But I really like kissing you,”. There is a breathless laugh in his voice which I cannot help but mirror.

 “Yeah,” I whisper, our lips almost brushing as I speak.

 Inching even closer, our lips touch lightly, his mouth moving delicately against mine despite however many drinks we may have both consumed tonight. There is something in his kiss that roots itself deep within me, spreading a warm fizz throughout my extremities. His touch is addicting, and it takes a lot of strength to pull myself away from him when a car rolls up beside us.

 “This us?” I ask, fidgeting slightly in the cold night air. Harry nods and opens the car door for me, letting me slip in before closing the door behind himself and telling the driver my address. “Harry?” I ask, trying to pull his focus back to me rather than staring out of the window at the city passing by.

 “Hm?” he hums.

 “Are you seeing anyone?” I ask before I can really think about it, my curious mind taking over my rational one.

 “No,” he says softly, still gazing out of the window, “You?”

 “No,” I reply, my voice equally soft, “Do you ever get lonely?”

 He pauses before turning to look at me and takes my hand in his, “How could I ever feel lonely when I have you, eh?”.

 Try as I might, I cannot avoid the sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew what Harry and I have is just casual, but to hear him say I am basically an alternative to loneliness still stings. I give him a small smile to placate him until he is staring out of the window again. Using rooting around in my bag for my keys as an excuse, I withdraw my hand from his.

 When we arrive at my building, I hear the driver ask if Harry wants him to wait here. I wonder how many times this man has had to sit outside someone’s home, waiting for his boss to finish shagging to be driven home. Harry tells him he can leave and follows me up to my flat.

 “Place is kind of a mess,” I grumble as we enter, slightly embarrassed by the laundry drying in the hallway, my underwear on full display.

 “I remember this,” Harry says with a smirk, lifting the fabric of my red sundress, “That was a good night,”

 “Barely remember it,” I lie, brushing past him to head to my bedroom.

 I pick up some more comfortable clothes to change into, offering Harry some stuff he has left here in the past before heading into the bathroom to change and take my makeup off.

 Stop being weird.

 Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I let out a sigh. How did I get myself here? I look at myself, freshly barefaced, hair scraped into a bun, and plaster a smile across my face.

 Fake it ‘til you make it, girl.

 Giving myself a mental shake, I exit the bathroom and head back to my room, knocking softly.

 “Come in,” Harry laughs, watching as I enter, he adds, “You’ve seen me naked before,”

 “Yeah but that was different,” I admit quietly, climbing into bed beside him, staring straight ahead at my laptop that he has already set up and queued our favourite show.

 “You alright? Seem a bit…” Harry asks, looking at me with kind, concerned eyes.

 “Yeah, just a bit drained,” I say. Not a total lie, nor is it the complete truth.

 “Can always talk to me, angel,” he shares, putting an arm around me and kissing the top of my head.

 “I know,” I reply truthfully, “You’re my best mate, Harry, you know that?”

 “Likewise,” he says, squeezing me into his side.

[sukarabia]

Ruggie x Sky - How Pretty

Because I’m a sucker for festival dates, after all T_T

Sky let out a dejected sigh as she walked through the festival stalls. Everywhere she looked were couples, friend groups, or families, all having fun: yet here she was, ruminating as she hung her head low. Night Raven College was celebrating one of its anniversaries, and truly, she couldn’t even remember what that celebration was for. But what she knew is that she messed up, big, big time.

--

“Oi, Sky- you sure about this? That box’s kinda heavy, isn’t it?” Ace looked dubious as he saw Sky pick up a box full of paint tins.

“Ace, what do you take me for? Carrying such a small box will be a piece of cake for me.”

She regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth. What was even in that box? Sky was told it was only 'a few’ paint tins meant to help the art club design posters, but the box was a lot heavier than she had thought. Nevertheless, her pride wouldn’t let her admit that she couldn’t carry it- so off she went, legs wobbling. But seriously- why was that box so big? She couldn’t even see the ground, and-

“Wah- Sky, careful!”

“Huh?”

As soon as she heard Ace’s voice, Sky looked up- only to feel herself lose balance on the slippery ground. Her brain couldn’t process what had happened- but in the span of a few seconds, she landed on the ground, the box’s content shattered on the floor, and saw... someone drenched in paint?

“Sky, you oka-” Ace rushed over before stopping. “Who- WAH? Dorm Leader Riddle???”

“R-Rosehearts-senpai?” Sky’s eyes widened as she heard Ace pronounce his name. But her classmate was right- right in front of her was Riddle, completely drenched in green paint.

“.....”

Riddle stood there for a second, seemingly processing what just happened. Ace and Sky, frozen in fear, waited for him to explode- but to their surprise, Riddle just sighed and wiped some paint off his face. His eyes seemed to say, not surprised.... as he spoke to Sky:

“Sky, I think it’s better if you don’t handle the manual work- as a matter of fact, I think it’s better if you walk around the festival for now.”

--

Sky felt tears prickle her eyes as she recalled the events. Ah, seriously, how could she embarrass herself that badly? Ace tried to cheer her up, “Do you not realise how lucky you are?? It would have been off with your head for me!!”, but even her friend’s attempts at recomforting her felt futile as she remembered the expression on Riddle’s face.

It’s not like I was expecting anything from you, anyway. It was the exact expression everyone always looked at her with. Especially him. It felt that as time passed, the distance between them was growing further and further- she was trying her best, but no matter what she did, things always ended up going south. Would she always remain the little black duck of the family? Lost in her thoughts, Sky did not notice the silhouette behind her, until she felt a hand on her shoulder-

“Kyaaah!! what-” Sky jumped, startled, until she recognised the owner of the hand. “Ruggie?? You scared me!”

“I could say the same thing, y’know! What’s up with ya? I tried callin’ you, but you just wouldn’t pick up. What are ya doin’ all alone?”

“Ruggie....”

“Huh? Why are you crying? Wait, wait, explain-”

--

“... So that’s what happened, huh.”

“Ugh... Seriously, so embarrassing... I wanna hide in a hole....” Sky sighed, sitting on a bench, a little further from the festival.

“But aren’t ya happy? That he didn’t get mad, I mean?”

“Of course not!! If he doesn’t get upset, that means he was totally expecting it!!” Sky eyes teared up again. “I tried so hard to build a reputation, but now it feels like everyone knows how useless I am, that they don’t even have expectations for me anymore....”

Ruggie looked at the young girl next to him. Slowly, he reached his hand to pat her head, looking away as she started sobbing. The laughter and lights from the festival in the distance seemed almost cruel as Sky struggled to catch her breath. Why do things never go as planned?

“... Ain’t that better, though?”

“Huh?” Surprised, her tears stopped as she peered over at Ruggie.

“The fact that people know how you truly are, y’know. Doesn’t it feel better, to not have to keep up a front and whatnot?”

“But-”

“No one’s perfect, y’know. Not Jamil, not me- not even Vil-san, or Malleus-san. Everyone goes through hardships ‘n’stuff. Ain’t that normal?” At the mention of Jamil’s name, Sky’s face fell. “We all go through trials, and that’s what life’s all about, doesn’t it? Doesn’t come with a guide book or anythin’.” His eyes met Sky’s. “What just happened, wasn’t that because ya didn’t ask for help? It’s rich comin’ from me, but y’know, asking for help isn’t a bad thing. No one’s gonna judge you for that, m’kay?”

Sky let out a small hum as she diverted her attention back to the stall. The lights seemed even stronger reflected in her teary eyes, and Ruggie was almost enchanted by the sight. Shaking his head, he snapped out of it, and stood up. Startled, Sky looked at him with a surprised expression as Ruggie extended his hand to her.

“Now, what d’ya say about us visiting the festival? Might as well, right? Shishishi ~”

--

“Waaah, Ruggie, you’re amazing!!!”

Sky marvelled over Ruggie’s goldfish scooping skills, as the young hyena managed to catch another 3 goldfishes at once. The Octavinelle student responsible for the stand seemed to grow more and more uneasy as his goldfish stock began to shrivel. Seriously, how is that guy so good at this...?

“Heh, that’s nothin’ for me, y’know ~” Ruggie’s ears wiggled, obviously delighted by the praise. “In my hometown, we often go fishin’, and stuff.”

“Fishing? But... not for goldfishes, right?” Sky looked caught off-guard. Eating goldfishes...? Seeing her expression, Ruggie could not resist teasing her.

“Shishishi, of course we did. Goldfishes are delicious, y’know? Want me to cook them for you later?”

“H-huh? No!!!! You shouldn’t eat goldfishes!! Look how adorable they are!!!” Instinctively, Sky protectively held her goldfish to her chest. Ruggie couldn’t help but laugh at her innocence.

“Shishishi, you believe me way too easily ~” but Sky’s expression remained full of suspicion. “... Oi, what d’ya take me for... Why would I eat goldfishes, there’s barely any nutrients in them, y’know.”

“.. Pff... Hahaha... Ruggie, you’re seriously so weird.” It was Ruggie’s turn to get caught off-guard. Sky finally looked like she was back to normal, and he couldn’t help but slightly blush at her smiling face.

“.. Ah, that’s right. Wanna go to another stand?” He tried changing the subject, looking away to hide his rosy cheeks.

“Ah- I completely forgot about it!” Sky jerked up, startling Ruggie in the process. “Ignihyde are doing a carabine stand- I heard Mayu sewed cute plushies as prizes, I wanna go!!”

--

“Aaah ~ that was fun....” Sky sighed as she sat on a bench near to another stall.

“Sure was. Didn’t know those Ignihyde guys designed a whole zombie-style shootin’ game... Kinda felt off with the whole festival theme, but it was fun ~” Ruggie leaned back on the bench, stretching as he drank a can of fresh coke.

“Ah... We walked for so long, I’m super thirsty now...”

“Mh? Wanna drink mine?”

“Huh?” Sky blushed as her eyes widened. “N-No way! That’s basically an indirect kiss!!!”

“An indirect ki-” Ruggie looked caught off guard, before switching to a grin, scooting closer to Sky. “Shishishi, if that’s the first thing ya thought about, must’ve been on yer mind, hasn’t it? ~”

“W-??? No, of course not!!!” Sky got up, as red as a tomato. “I-I’ll go get my own, you stay here!!!”

“Want me to-”

“No!!!! I don’t need you to come!!! You stay here!!!”

The young girl stormed off, ears flaming as Ruggie let out a small laughter. Man, was he glad to finally see her acting like her usual self again. Jamil’s Overblot really affected her, after all: for a few weeks, she barely smiled, sighing and looking dejected whenever she was alone. Ruggie had been seriously worried about her- she really took her vice dorm head’s ob personally, and had avoided all social interactions for a while. But a month after, it finally seemed like she was regaining hope. Aah ~ how troublesome... But I’m glad. He thought, watching over Sky as she pondered over which drink to buy.

“- Hey, isn’t that Gray-senpai lil’ sis?”

“Ah, Sky Cymatilis, right? Yeah, heard about her.”

“She’s kinda cute, isn’t she? Man, they’re really do look alike.”

“Nah, leave it, wouldn’t bother. They’re like night and day.”

Ruggie snapped out of his thoughts as he overheard two RSA students walk past. Were they talking about Sky? Little sister? Sky never really talked about her family, but Ruggie remembered overhearing Sky and Ace complain about older siblings. What that ‘Gray-senpai’ her older brother? And what was that last comment about?

“Alright, I’m back!!!”

“Ah, Sky, welcome back. What did ya get?”

“This cool drink from the Mostro Lounge stall, they had so many flavours!”

“I see, I see ~” Ruggie sipped on his drink absentmindedly, before turning to the girl next to him. “... Hey, Sky. Got any siblings?”

“H-huh? S-siblings?” Sky expression looked like she had just swallowed salt. “A-ah.. Well... I do... K-kinda... An older brother...”

Ruggie hummed a small ah, I see, as he finished his drink. Sky’s reaction told him what he wanted- that it was a sensitive subject all right, so he chose not to pry about it further. She’d tell him about it in due time, probably. On the other hand, Sky seemed preoccupied as she twirled the drink in her hand. Siblings, huh.... After a few minutes of silence, Ruggie plopped a hand on her head.

“Wanna go see fireworks? They should be startin’ soon. I know a perfect spot for that ~”

--

“Waaah, this place is so nice!”

“Heh, of course ~ Savanclaw’s the best place for firework viewin’.”

“Seems like a lot ofstudents thought the same, huh. It’s fuller than I expected.” Sky leaned back on the rock Ruggie chose, considerably higher than the rest. “But it’s a lot comfier than I thought, and we’re going to get such a great view of the fireworks!!”

“Shishishi  ~ Got that right.” Ruggie smiled, turning his head as soon as he heard a loud BANG! “Oh, they’re startin’.”

The two young students remained in silence for a while, in awe of the fireworks. Crowley made sure that NRC’s festival would be more impressive than RSA’s, all the way down to the colours of the fireworks- the green and blue-ish colours filled the night sky, reminiscent of auroras.

“Wow.... The colours are amazing... It really feels like I’m in another country right now....”

“Yeah, they really went all-out with that one, huh.”

The show went on for a few minutes, occasionally accompanied by a bunch of “Ooh”s and “Aah”s as the fireworks depicted the face of the great seven, as well as Crowley’s own mask- which brought a few laughter from the crowd. As a rain of spark came on during the finale, everyone cheered, raising their hands to the sky, entranced by the sight.

“Wow, that is so pretty...” Sky marvelled.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” But Ruggie hadn’t been watching the fireworks. How could he? All his attention was devoted to watching Sky’s dewy eyes, illuminated by the large-flowered fireworks.

“.... How pretty.”

[mistymark]

the one with the anniversary.

part of the one year anniversary drabble project // mark lee x reader // 1.5k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which mark forgets your anniversary, but its okay because so do you

warnings; angst, profanity, pure devastation

requested; yes :) - @shizziebo said “Could you please write a scenario with 21. For mark???”

notes; another request done ??? // also pls dont hate me for the angst I realised like 80% of the prompts are angsty as fuck // prompt is; “we aren’t even in the same book, let alone on the same page.”

You couldn't believe how shit it felt to realise your boyfriend had forgotten about your three year anniversary. But you also couldn’t believe that it felt so much worse to realise you’d forgotten about it as well. 

It was after work, you’d come home late because you were working on a project overtime with your team. It was 11pm and you walked in the door, your apartment having been untouched since the morning, as was expected. Mark still wasn’t home yet, probably out studying at the library or hanging out with his friends, and you felt kind of relieved to have silence for a little bit, feeling almost at peace after a hectic day at work. 

That was until you walked to grab a cold drink from the fridge, the (mostly unused) calendar on the fridge only having mark’s dentist appointment and another key date on it; your anniversary. Surprised, you double checked the date on your phone. Sure enough, it was your two year anniversary with your boyfriend, and you had totally forgotten. 

Pulling out your phone, you sent him a quick text, “what time are you going to be home?” 

He responded almost instantly “ill be home in the morning, Johnnys pissed and I wanna make sure he gets home okay. that alright?” 

You tell him that of course it’s okay for him to take care of Johnny. However, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest as you realise that neither of you had remembered. 

Last year, you'd both been excited to celebrate your first anniversary, organising your celebratory dinner and planning it weeks in advance. You’d sent each other texts jokingly warning the other about what would happen if they forgot, but, of course, neither of you did. You’d talked about it on your dates, asking each other the dumbest questions like “do you think the anniversary date will be better just because it’s important?” and “does this mean were married now?”. 

As you thought about it, you realised something else, too. Truth be told, you hadn't been on a date with mark in over a month. You both were happy to say you were busy and just postpone it - a movie you'd both wanted to see you ended up seeing with a friend the day before the screenings closed. Mark watched it with his friends at Johnny’s place a few weeks later. 

You hadn't thought that maybe you'd been drifting apart until now, when the change in your relationship that had occurred in just a year was so evident. You sat at the kitchen counter at almost midnight, your head in your hands as you tried to think of the last time you'd done anything normal couples would do with Mark, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks when you couldn’t think of anything, only realising for the first time that the fact that you loved him so much was no longer enough to sustain a relationship with him.

Mark didn’t remember your anniversary until he managed to get Johnny into his bed, a hefty task for someone much shorter than Johnny. Still drunk, Johnny mumbled, “I’m sorry you’re spending your anniversary with me and not with your girlfriend.” 

Mark spun around in the doorway, “What?” 

“It’s May 4th right? Star Wars day. That’s your anniversary isn't it? I remember you told me last year. You’re both huge nerds so it’s fitting,” Johnny drunkenly laughed, his face contorting in pain as he rolled over, his head spinning. “You can take the couch if you like. I need to sleep.” 

Mark nodded as he closed the door softly. He sat on Johnn’ys couch at almost midnight and pulled his phone out, staring at your text, asking when he was going to be home. 

He typed out a few messages before deleting them all, dropping his phone to the floor and lying back against the couch. His arm rested across his face as he tried to drift to sleep, the thoughts running through his head preventing sleep from taking him until much later.

When he got home the next day, you had already left, and despite living with you for almost a year, it took mark way too long to figure out where you'd be. He debated on whether to surprise you with something, but decided against it when he realised he would just be doing it because he felt obliged. He sent you a text, “can we talk?”

You received the text as you were exiting the bathroom, and quickly responded, “yeah. ill be home in about two hours. you?”

His response was simple, void of emotion, “okay.”

You knew you needed to talk to him, but you still dreaded the conversation. You knew you loved him. So so so much. You also knew it wasnt enough.

-----------

“Did you know our anniversary was yesterday?” You ask Mark, placing your things on the kitchen counter. Your tone isn’t harsh or accusing, but the question still makes him wince.

“Yeah,” he said, he briefly looks up to look you in the eye. “Johnny told me.”

“Johnny told you?” You furrow your eyebrows. Fancy the only person who remembers being your boyfriend’s best friend. “At least he remembered.”

“You didn’t, right?” Mark’s suddenly worried you hadn’t forgotten.

“No,” you sigh. You’re standing at opposite ends of the kitchen, staring at each other, “I didn’t.”

“That’s kind of concerning, isn’t it?” He tries to smile a little, but you can tell it’s forced.

You nod your head, biting your lip in thought, looking at your feet.

“I feel like-,” he starts.

“We’re drifting apart,” you finish for him, and his eyes meet yours in understanding.

There’s silence for a moment, “I really love you, y/n.”

You chuckle sadly, and at his words you can feel tears prickling your eyes.

“It’s just not working out. For either of us.”

You nod in agreement, and your silence makes him want to cross the distance between you and embrace you, hold you tight against him and tell you it’s going to be okay, that you’ll get through it.

He doesn’t. “I love you, too, Mark,” a single tear slides down your face, and you see Mark glance up at the ceiling, clenching his jaw to stop any tears from falling from his own eyes. “I think we should call it.”

His eyes snap to yours. He’d been predicting this - planning this, even - but it still hurt to hear you say those words.

“I think we should break up,” you nod to yourself, as if to further persuade yourself of your own decision.

He hums in agreement. “I wish we could work this out. Us, I mean,” he says, his voice small. He looks around your shared apartment, the small habitat in which you’d coexisted. 

The kitchen bench that he’d breakfast at every morning, always sitting in the seat on the right because you always sat in the left, even on the morning you weren’t there to eat with him. The couch you used to watch movies on together, cuddled up together under a blanket on a couch that could barely fit you both. He couldn’t even remembered the last time you'd watched a movie together. The calendar on the fridge, looking dejectedly empty, a stark contrast to the months previous, covered in fun outings and dates that you’d planned together.

“I think,” you start. Suddenly, you don’t know how to phrase your thoughts. “I think the fact that neither of us seemed concerned until our anniversary proves that we need to do this. That we can be happy without each other.” You give him a sad look when you see him clench his eyes shut briefly, whispering, “We’re just not on the same page, you know.”

On the other side of the kitchen, Mark sniffs, blinking rapidly, refusing to let himself cry; not when you were right. “We’re not even in the same book; let alone on the same page.” He pauses, in lost in thought for a moment. “I’ll stay at Johnny’s for a bit,” he states decisively, but there’s a slight choked up feeling in his voice as he attempts to swallow the lump in his throat. “I’ll grab a few things for the week. We can sort out the apartment contract next month.”

You nod. Silence settles over you both as you think to yourselves.

Suddenly, Mark is closing the distance between you two, his arms wrapping over your shoulders to pull you against his chest, “I’ll miss you.” You can hear how choked up he is, “So fucking much.”

Finally letting the tears fall in quick succession, you let out a shaky breath as you bury your face in chest, fingers clutching at his sweater, knowing it’ll probably be the last time you’re able to touch him like this.

[kookiemydream]

BTS reaction  → realising that they’re in love with you.

paring: bts x reader

warnings: mentions of smut

genre: hardcore fluff

a/n: my first reaction on this account! hope you love it!

ask box | about me 

↠ kim seokjin. 

Jin first realised that he loved you when you offered to cook for his parents. 

It was your first time meeting them and out of respect, you wanted to make a good first impression. So, you put two and two together and figured that if Jin liked your food a whole lot, the people who raised him surely would.

And that’s how you found yourself in the kitchen, sweating your ass off from all the steam that was erupting from the food. Wiping away your sweat with a tea towel, you bent down to take the meal out of the oven.

Before you could straighten your posture up again, you felt two strong hands grip your waist and something poke your backside. “Jesus Y/n, my parents are in the other room! Gosh, control yourself!” Your boyfriend joked, pretending to only scoot past to get to the other side.

 “I hate you so much.” you chuckled, putting the piping-hot food onto the counter and taking off your oven mitts. You wiped your forehead once more and then turned around to face him. Jin sensed that you were stressed and took a step towards you, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips. “You sure you don’t need any help baby? I’d be happy to lend a hand?” 

You shook your head “No no, I got this! Just go spend time with your parents, maybe tell them that joke you told me yesterday?” Humorously, you pushed him out towards the door, spanking him lightly with the tea towel.

“Okay okay, you big bully! I’m going!’ he pretended to walk out however stood behind the corner, just looking at you and admiring how concentrated and dedicated you were to making people happy and comfortable. He imagined the same scenario except. it was his kids you were making dinner for instead of his parents.

That was the moment he realised that he was in love with you. 

That he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

↠min yoongi.

Yoongi realised that he was in love with you when you were sick with the flu. 

Not because you became all clingy and vulnerable like everyone would expect, but because you became the complete opposite.

Instead of sitting in bed all day, blowing your nose and drowning in your own sorrows, you decided it was a good day to start some of your essays that were due. You know? Get that head start.

It was safe to say that Yoongi was extremely surprised to find you sprawled out across the desk sleeping, a yellow post it note stuck to your cheek. He chuckled and made his way over to you.

“Y/n?” he gently moved your hair out of your face and removed the sticky note. When you didn’t respond, he tried a different tactic which was kissing your cheeks until you woke up. “Come on baby, let’s get you to bed.”

“No Yoongi!” You whined tiredly, not even bothering to open your eyes. “I have to finish this before next week!”

“Y/n honey, you’re sick! You really shouldn’t be doing anything that requires energy!”

“But the essay!”

“No ‘buts’! Come here.” Yoongi said softly before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom, bridal style. He tucked you inside the duvet, making sure you were warm and comfortable and kissed your forehead before turning around and outing the light next to you.

That was the moment that Yoongi fell in love with you. He decided at that moment that he wanted to be the one and only person who looked after you. To be the person who carried you to bed when you’re sick and tired.

To be the person who removed the sticky note from your cheek.

↠ jung hoseok

Hoseok realised that he was in love with you when he took you to the funfair. 

It was your two year anniversary as a couple and he decided that taking you to the place where you had your first ever date was perfect to celebrate this special event.

“Oh my god Hobi!” you screamed, making the people around you and him stare “They still have the stall! After all these years! Can you believe it?”

Grabbing his hand quickly, you pulled him towards the infamous stand that hung a bunch of teddies all around it. The aim of the game was to knock down as many cans as you can with three balls. If you manage to knock down all of them down, you win!

“Y/n, wanna play?” he questioned, laughing at how excited you were “Let’s see if I still have what it takes to win a prize huh?”

You giggled and nodded, watching him concentrate on his aim and throw. The first ball was a success, knocking the majority of the cans over however there was still a couple left at the bottom.

The second ball was not quite as good as the first considering that Hoseok’s aim was a little off. He still had one more ball left, which meant that he still had a chance.

Before throwing the ball, he looked back at you. At that you held your thumbs up, as if to say: ‘good luck!’ Luckily, the third ball did do the trick and managed to know over the remaining cans.

You cheered as the guy at the stall handed over a giant teddy bear to your boyfriend who immediately passed the bear to you “You still have it bubs!” You said, kissing his cheeks “Now come on, I wanna go on the merry go round!”

And that was the minute Hoseok realised that he was in love with you. He wanted to be the one to win the prizes and make you as happy as tonight. 

Always.

↠ kim namjoon

Namjoon realised that he was in love with you when you both went to the beach. 

The whole country at the time, was going through a massive heatwave. So, you and Namjoon decided to spend the day near the sea, just to cool yourselves off.

“Ahh, it's so hot! I need to dive in that water asap!” you quickly shoved your flip flops off before ridding yourself of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in just your bikini.

Behind you, you heard a small wolf whistle and then you felt two arms wrap around your waist, turning you clockwise towards the culprit himself.

“See if I knew you had this on underneath?” he pinged the strap on your shoulder “Then we would be at home right now getting even hotter.” Smirking, you felt his hands travel further down your backside.

Before Namjoon could reach the designated place, you grabbed his arm swiftly before hauling his body towards the water. As soon as your body hit the sea however, you froze up. The water was absolutely freezing and you were bound to get some sort of illness after this.

On the other hand, your boyfriend seemed to be prone to the low temperatures and was still laughing and splashing about. Although you were in pain, you still tried to laugh it off considering you were the one who wanted to get in in the first place.

Nethertheless, Namjoon wasn’t stupid and could see from a mile away that you were cold. So without any hesitation, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you into a tight embrace.

You guys were still under the surface of the water so of course you were cold however being pressed against his chest with his muscular arms all around you made you feel slightly warmer. Inside it did anyways.

While you were focused on gaining back the feeling in your arms and legs, Namjoon was thinking about other things.

He realised that he wanted to be the only one that made you warm when you were cold.

The only one for you in general.

↠ park jimin

Jimin realised that he was in love with you during a movie night that he had suggested. 

Something that Jimin and you usually missed out on was cuddle time because of the dance practices and tours that always went on.

Now that he was on break, he finally had the time to spend on you and what better way to spend that time then a cosy movie night in?

You walked in from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn before setting it down on the coffee table and snuggling up into your boyfriend's chest. “So, what are we watching?” you quizzically asked, grabbing the blanket on the arm of the sofa and draping it over the two of you.

“Well, the boys recommended this new romantic comedy film so I thought we’d give it a watch!” Jimin answered, pointing the remote at the TV and pressing the play button.

Once the film had started, you felt him relax under your embrace. His lips kissed the top of your head and ever so slightly, you could hear his calming heartbeat. You felt safe with him and that was the most important thing.

One of the scenes from the movie actually turned out to be extremely sad and believe it or not, you ended up softly crying into Jimin’s chest. “Baby, don’t cry!” He said sympathetically “Come on, let’s just wipe those tears huh? You’re so precious jagiya.”

He wiped your eyes with the palm of his hands before softly kissing your lips.

And that, seeing you crack a smile after the small kiss that he himself had given you, made him realise that he wanted to be the only one to comfort you.

↠ kim taehyung 

Taehyung realised that he was in love with you while watching you do your makeup. 

You two were due for a night out with the rest of the boys and their partners. That being arranged, you wanted to look your very best as you figured a lot of photos would be taken that night.

So here you were, you sat at the dressing table, gently applying your mascara to you eyes and your boyfriend lounged out across the bed, scrolling through his mindlessly.

“Ahh come on Y/n!” he whined humorously “We’re gonna be late otherwise! You don’t even need makeup anyways!”

You rolled your eyes and smirked, “Hey, you can’t rush beauty okay? Plus, I do it because I like it! And you do too so you can’t complain!”

Taehyung chuckled, throwing his phone next to him and sitting up to look at you. You had finished with the mascara and moved onto the lipstick, which was a nice red lip that matched your dress that you had one.

You looked stunning.

And Taehyung couldn’t stop staring.

Once you had finished, you checked yourself out to see if everything was in order when you caught the glance of Taehyung in the mirror. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

He shook his head and smiled softly “No it’s just, you look beautiful.”

You felt yourself blush hard and covered your face with your hands.

And that was the moment Taehyung fell in love with you. He realised he wanted to be the only one to compliment you and make you blush the way you did with him.

↠ jeon jungkook

Jungkook realised that he loved you whilst you were eating.

It was a Saturday night and the thought of cooking at this time tired you out. So you both came to the solution of ordering takeout, more specifically one of your faves.

When the door finally rang, you jumped up from the couch and bolted to the door, already starving from the weight. Jungkook laughed at your excitement before going into the kitchen and getting a couple plates and cutlery for you to dine with.

After saying thank you to the delivery guy, you joined your boyfriend on the table and was happy to see that everything was prepared for you to start eating.

“So you were that hungry huh?” Jungkook joked as you quickly filled your mouth with the meal. “Is it good?”

You nodded vigorously, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk from all the food that had been devoured. You swallowed the food then moaned in delight as the flavours embraced your tongue.

Jungkook laughed. He had never seen someone so happy to eat food the way you were. Well, except from his brother Jin. Every bite he saw you took, filled you more and more with joy and delight.

And then the thought hit him.

He wanted to be the one who fed you and made you happy with every bite. He wanted to be the one to take care for you everyday for the rest of his life.

He realised he was in love with you. 

In love with the love you had for food.

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