#relationship start

[dokurtybitz2]

17.02.25_00:00

She smiles and everything lights up

Shy and hesitant

We talk, getting to know

What makes the other tick

Time slips by

Effortless, joyful with a bit of

Lust,

She smiles and my heart

Sings.

[inkwell1013]

Fluff October - Day 5 - Celebration - Good Omens

[Prompts are here by the way] Aziraphale sipped his wine a little, as he looked carefully at his enemy turned friend. Crowley started back at him, cold amber eyes obscured by his dark sunglasses as he downed some whiskey.

 “A toast,” offered Aziraphale. “To the world.”

 “To the world,” said Crowley in agreement. They clinked their glasses together. Aziraphale could feel the tension between them throughout the whole meal. It was clear that something was going on. Something was hanging between them, crucial but unspoken.

 He was going to say something, but couldn’t quite bring himself to. What if he was wrong? What if the signs he had picked up on weren’t signs at all? What if he lost the only friend he had because of a little crush? A little later, when they were on their back to Aziraphale’s bookshop, Crowley stopped dead in his tracks. Sighing, he started to ramble.

 “There’s something between us Angel. We both know there is. At least I did, but I never said anything because of well... downstairs. But now we’re free and... I know it sounds ridiculous but can I kiss you?”

 He glanced at Aziraphale with pleading eyes. Aziraphale was stunned into silence for just a moment. Then his courage found him again. “Yes.”

 Crowley pulls him close, hands firm on his shoulders. It’s the most comfortable and at home that Aziraphale has felt in a millennia. It reminds him of being wrapped up in a warm blanket or a pair of soft wings.

 In the moment where Crowley presses his lips against his Angel’s, the electric energy between them finally finds an outlet, releasing as sparks of passion. Crowley’s face is all sharp lines, while his lips are soft and gentle. They are laced with the lingering taste of bitter whiskey intertwined with just a little of the sweet white wine Aziraphale offered him early in the evening. Crowley was gentle words and angry outbursts, furious with the system he was trapped in.

 Crowley is a beautiful conundrum of contradictions.

 And in that moment everything finally falls into place. They are no longer an angel and a demon. They are themselves. Crowley and Aziraphale. Their love makes every confusing thing that’s happened and every sacrifice they’ve made for each other make sense at last.

 “Satan, I’ve wanted to that for a while,” admitted Crowley, pulling away.

 “As have I. It’s certainly one way to celebrate preventing the apocalypse.”

 “That it is.”

[ask-dnd-sides]

So pat, how did you meet dee and Logan?

(Patton frowns at the thought.)

Patton: I was... in jail for a night because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and Logan was thrown in with me at the same time because of some racist pricks that judge him by the fact that he’s a tiefling and threw him in with me even when he did absolutely nothing wrong.

Patton: Me and Logan got to talking and became fast friends from being imprisoned together. 

6

Patton: Dee was able to sneak into the jail and get us out. Unfortunately, a creepy crawly death dealer scared me half to death and we all had to book it out of there. I was just 27 then, and my arachnophobia was much stronger. And we’ve all been together ever since!

[tommyhagen]

America’s Omega

Part of the Civil War fic. Like at the very beginning. How Tony and Steve became a bonded pair.

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When he and Steve had gone public about being a bonded pair Tony's position in the media had...changed in a way he couldn't have predicted if he tried. It'd been a complete one eighty. One thing remained though, either way they couldn't get enough of him.

As a single man they loved to hate him. Every single move he made, they criticized. He couldn't go a week without his name ending up in the paper attached to some scandal or other. At one point in a bid to protect the precious company's reputation Pepper had tried to date Tony herself and make an honest Omega out of him. It was so cheap a ploy that even the morons in the press saw through it. But they’d really been dating instead of the better plan of just faking it so it'd been a mess to say the least. It'd done a number on their friendship too. It'd taken a year or two before they were truly back to best friends. It hadn't been remotely worth it and he swore to himself right then and there that Alphas were off limits, drama he could do without thanks. He'd started to cool off towards romance in general. Tony just wasn’t a good match for it.

And then there was Steve. God made one perfect Alpha and it had been him. Tony couldn't stand him. The 'good guy and the bad girl' finally meet what wonderful storybook romance will unfold between these two? Tony had taken a hard nope and opted out. Steve may have been walking wet dream but the man was also a complete asshole. A real pompous, caveman of a guy. Tony wanted nothing to do with Alphas especially not those types so he just tried to stay away.

And Steve had his own reasons for hating him that Tony pretended to be too self absorbed to understand. They nearly came to blows every time they opened their mouth to one another. The best thing for them to do was to stay away from each other. They'd save New York from an asshole in a pointy hat and a fur coat and his army of...lizard people(?) then they'd be out of each other's lives forever.

Except, they weren't. And the problem with two equally stubborn people trying to ignore each other was that they like to argue. Especially with each other. So every now and then- at least once a week- one of the two of them would become so annoyed by something about the other that they would take the time to track them down and yell about it. Then they'd both scream at each other. Their screaming matches could go on for hours. Usually neither of them won and by the end of it they couldn't remember what had started it they'd gone so off topic.

Then one time, Steve did win and it ended with Tony in tears. He'd denied it then and he'd deny it to this day. Either way, it had been the end of their screaming that night. Steve had hugged him. And spoke to him at a reasonable volume.

Before Tony knew it they were arguing more and more often. But now it mattered less and less. And the setting was way better. They argued everywhere together: coffee shops, book stores, over dinner at restaurants, while Steve was sketching -sometimes even Tony himself- and while Tony worked in the lab.

One day they were arguing at an art museum and Steve leaned over and kissed him in front of everyone. Apparently, they had been on a date the whole time. Tony'd been the last to know and had spent the whole time trying to pretend he knew a damn thing about art and arguing with someone who actually did. His general jackassery hadn't scared Steve off and he found himself going out with him again in the same week.

[jassandrafics]

I ask for promot . ,, I will not leave you! I never leave someone I love! ''

Wow anon you just really want me to go all the way with the angst thing today huh? And we’ve got the fatal separation coming too. Well then…here we go.

Send me a Jassandra Prompt and I’ll write it for you!

Two years ago if you had told Jacob Stone that he’d be fighting Black-Beard the pirate, he would’ve said that you were crazy. Now it was just all in a day’s work, and not the oddest day job he’d had. He was used to it.

But this right now was not fair. This was not anything he was remotely prepared for. He never would’ve expected to be in this position, although he should have. In this crazy, mixed-up job, it was likely. He supposed it was like how when you got on a plane, you didn’t expect to crash every time. You never think about the worst case scenario.

This was definitely worst case-scenario. He was left potentially choosing between the fate of the Library, and the fate of a friend, his best friend.

He and Cassandra were on a mission alone; Black-Beard was after the Holy Grail. He just saw it as another piece of gold, an asset in his collection. But the insane amount of magic in that artifact…in the wrong hands it would be catastrophic. They’d been discovered by the crew, labeled as thieves and stuck in cells awaiting execution.

In some kind of a miracle,  there was an explosion. Jake’s cell was blown open, but only Jake’s cell. Cassandra was still stuck, and there was no way to get to the key. If he ran now, he could get the Holy Grail before BlackBeard did and jump through the back door. It would be easy. But there were footsteps coming, footsteps surely coming for them. If he left now, Cassandra would die.

“Jacob please” Cassandra begged “Go. If you stay here BlackBeard will get the Grail and you’ll die too”

“I’m not leaving you Cassandra” Jake insisted. “I can fight off the guards when they come, and then I can get you out of here, and we can still get the Grail together!”

“But it won’t be as simple as it is now. There’ll be a fight, it’ll be riskier” She let out a small cry. It was weak and desperate, a cry of giving up, and it broke Jake’s heart.

“Please go Jake” she whimpered. “Please, I’m going to die one day anyway. My life is not as valuable as the fate of the Library. You have to go. You have to leave me”

“I can’t leave Cassie!” Jake yelled. “I won’t do it! I will not leave you! I would never leave someone I love!”

“What?” Cassandra whispered

Jake stood back, shaken by what he’d just said. He’d thought about the idea sure, but never in depth. He was never certain, and then there it was, out in the open before he even believed it was true. It was though. That much was obvious to him now.

“Jacob…” Cassandra muttered, after he’d given her nothing but silence.

“I would never leave someone I love” he repeated. “I love you Cassie”

“I love you too Jacob” she cried “And that’s why…”

She was cut off by the sound of gunshots ringing through the stairwell. Eve came running down into the room.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “We came when you hadn’t come back in a day. Things are getting ugly up there we have to go”

She aimed her gun at the lock on Cassandra’s cell and shot it open. Jake immediately rushed over, opened the door, and pulled her out. She collapsed into his arms and he held her tightly.

“I told you I would never leave you” he whispered.

They stood up and stared at each other, smiling with the new knowledge of how they felt about each other.

“Hey puppy dog eyes!” Eve called. “Not that I’m not completely in support of whatever is going on over there, but we need to get going. Now!”

They laughed then sprung into action, ready to do what Librarians do best.

[xxjazzxx]

NOW as far a relationship shit..

Let me fucking tell you.  I may be new to the DDlg lifestyle and it’s more of a Dom/Submissive without the age play because I don’t really do that now that I think of it. Ageplay is completely different.  But I understand the relationship between and Dom and his/her sub. This is why I am a sub in this community. And there is such thing as being a demisexual and being a sub. because now in the age of different sexualities, orientations and genders people are starting to figure out what makes them tick and what doesn’t make them tick and who they identify as so they can feel more comfortable in this world.  As I keep dating around while being here I notice there are things about me that I must realize.  1. I’m not an airhead, I am intelligent and have my quirks  2. I need to stop downplaying my skin but instead uplift it and show that if I chose to date interracially I need to show that I don’t need them to validate their attractiveness level to me  3. If it seems like all they want is sex I need to verbally tell them my take on it instead of just going with whatever  4. Being an open book is awesome but not many guys/girls will take that that right way  5. Stop comparing everyone to the last person who fucked up with you  All of these are important and would seriously make my dating life better if I did this more often.  but so far.   There’s something completely different about this one guy I am dating.   I say that a lot about the others but I am for certain that this time....it’s definitely not normal.  He’s exactly like me.  mannerisms, motivation and writing style. We both see the world the same and we both strive something more than the 9 to 5 spiel for the rest of our lives.  Not to mention we have our own sense of darkness that we can reveal to each other without judgment.  He says things like I only want to eat your heart baby ;] and I’m like not unless you let me skin you and wear you because goodness me that skin <3  We are both weird as fuck.  The fact that we can make violent comments like that toward each other makes me comfortable with being who I am inside. He has expressed he feels the same way.  The only thing I worry about is how committed he is to this. How much effort is he wanting to put in. Because he told me I’m special but he doesn’t necessarily need me to survive. Very realistic logical thinking. He wants me around but he doesn’t need me. He can do just fine on his own.  And that only worries me because I wonder if one day he will just decide that he doesn’t need me completely and all of my effort would of been in vain. But that’s only because in the past I have given my all only be spat back at or not receive the same effort back. This is something I worry about daily.  But this is just my only concern. There’s nothing else that alarms me about him. Other than him being very wary of me not being able to support myself however he wants to be able to support us so we can go to school. His mind changes just mine does depending on the situation and this I know. As long as I can keep up with him and he keeps up with me aka communication....I’m sure there won’t be any issues.  But this is going to be an interesting ride. I have a feeling that with these things in place.... such as once again me not being friends with Katie anymore. I ended up dating one of my exes for nearly three years while not speaking with her. Now with this incident we are done as friends for good. I do not plan on reaching out to her in the future. And now I’m in a relationship with a deep, poetic writer with a bit of a anti-social issue like my own and it makes me think that this relationship will most likely be way longer than a year and most definitely longer than 3 years....I just have that feeling. And honestly I grow tired of looking. I grow weary of skipping from guy to guy just to get let down by expectations they put out for themselves.  At least this time my circle of friends will be smaller. I literally only talk to like three people. I’m starting to realize that having a bunch of friends just sets everything up for failure. Making new friends isn’t too grand either.  But what I do know. Is that this relationship isn’t going to be easy. It’s definitely not going to be a walk in the park. And I wonder if I’m ready for this. 

[jassandrafics]

Things You Said When You Were Drunk

Prompted by: @itsjakefromthelibrary

Summary: AU where Jake makes it into Club E. When he’s left alone with a drunk Cassandra, things are said at what is not exactly an opportune time

Based off of this post

Note: I’m sorry this took so long! I was so busy and also had no muse for this but High School just ended and now I have the time! Not my best work, but I hope you like it Enjoy!

          Jake had only been in Club Effegee for about 30 seconds when he heard a squealing voice running towards him.

“JACOB!”

He looked up and Cassandra was racing towards him with impressive speed. She crashed into him and he stumbled, though he was laughing. This was strange, but also strangely adorable.

Trailing her, and looking exhausted, was Baird.

“Stone” she said. “You got in?”

“I found something I had in common with the bouncer” he chuckled “Made him like me and he let me in”

Cassandra was still hanging on him, giggling like a school girl and barely balancing.

“You wanna explain this??” he asked, indicating Cassie on top of him. Baird sighed.

“There’s some kind of spell in here that is making her experience the effects of someone else’s actions” she explained “It’s what happened to the girl you two found last night”

“So...she’s drunk?”

“In a manner of speaking yes.” Baird began to walk away, a guilty look crossing her face “Could you keep an eye on her for a bit while I check on something?”

She was gone before Jake could even utter a word. He looked at Cassandra, still giggling. He was going to pound whoever did this to her.

“Come on Cassie” he said, taking her gently by the arm. “Let’s go sit down”

He brought her over to a couch, which she promptly fell onto. He sat next to her and helped her up.

“Jacob!” she cooed “Jacob Jakeity Jake-Jake Jakeoo!”

How much has this guy had to drink? Jake thought.

“Why don’t you close you eyes for a bit Cassie?” he suggested. “Get some sleep in-case we have to do a lot of running later.”

“No! Sleeping isn’t any fun! Let’s go have some fun Jakey!” She grabbed his hand and started to get up off of the couch.

“No no no” he urged, pulling her down “Let’s stay here and just talk for a bit”

“Oh good! I like talking” she bounced on the couch and smiled at him.

“Alright then” he agreed, relieved that he’d gotten her settled down that easily. “What do you want to talk about?”

She thought for a moment before scooting closer to him on the couch.

“I know what we should talk about” she giggled, practically whispering.

“What’s that?” Jake tried to keep a level head, but she was so close to him she was practically breathing down his neck.

“You should answer some questions I have”

“Like?”

“Okay, just one question”

“And that is?”

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

It came so suddenly that Jake didn’t how to react. If he’d been expecting her to say anything it wasn’t that. Along with not having time to know how to react came not being able to control the reaction when it happened, and so a smile crept across Jacob Stone’s face.

“See that?” she giggled, pointing at his expression. “I know you want to. At least I think you want to. I want to. Because your face is just so darn cute”

She started poking at his cheeks, and his nose, and even brushed her finger across his lips. He knew he couldn’t engage her while she was drunk, but she was making it increasingly harder to walk away.

“I love this cute little face. I love math! Ooh and I love strawberries!”

She continued to list off her favorite things. Jake was beginning to realize that maybe this whole “kissing” fiasco was nothing to worry about...until he tuned in again to what she was saying

“Oh and I love kittens! And science fairs! And I love you...oops!”

She fell onto his shoulder laughing hysterically. He had lost all ability to pretend now. He looked at her seriously, not sure what was true, and what was alcohol. He knew one thing that was true: he loved her too, but he certainly couldn’t tell her that now.

“Why are you laughing so much Cassie?” he asked

“Because I wasn’t supposed too tell you I love you. That was a secret! But now I did! Because my head’s still like a marshmallow!”

After another fit of her giggling, and him staring, all of a sudden she’d moved to him. Her lips were on his and then the whole club quieted. There was nothing save for the feeling of her kiss, and the smell of her perfume.

He wanted to stay there forever, but he knew he had to do the right thing. Gathering his strength, he grabbed Cassandra’s shoulders and pushed her away from him.

“Oh” she pouted. “I get it. You don’t want to kiss me. You don’t trust me”

“No no no it’s not that Cassie” he assured her. “I do, believe me i really do, but I can’t kiss you for the first time while you’re drunk. It’s not right”

“Oh” she turned away from him and they both stared at their laps. It was the first time he had heard her quiet all night.

Later that night, Jake found Cassandra still curled up in a ball on the annex desk, hours after everyone else had gone home. 

“Hey” he said.

“Oh” she replied, remembering what had happened earlier. “Hey”

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Sure” she mumbled, and sat up to make room for him next to her.

“Look Cassie, about the things you said while you were drunk...”

“Oh Jake I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was drunk and...”

“No Cassie you didn’t make me uncomfortable, I just wasn’t really sure how to respond at the moment.”

“Because you didn’t want to kiss me”

“No Cass I told ya I just didn’t feel right doing it while you were like that!“

He didn’t realize how harsh his voice had sounded until he watched her turn away from him and scrunch up shyly. Trying again, he placed his hand on top of hers and spoke softly.

“But, maybe we could schedule a kiss some other time”

She looked up and smiled at him, the softest one she’d given all night.

“That would be really nice” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Besides, you still owe me that pint”

“I didn’t think you’d want any part of that after tonight” he joked.

“Yeah...maybe we’d be better off with a coffee” They both laughed for a while, and their smiles were bright. Cassandra leaned her head on Jake’s shoulder, and this time he didn’t even flinch.

“You’re a good guy Jacob” she whispered.

“Well, so long as I get to spend a nice evening with you, I’ll be happy”

Cassandra smiled, and before long, she was asleep. Jake noticed her breathing had slowed, and he kissed her forehead before carefully laying down on the desk and letting her head rest on his chest. They fell asleep together in the quiet of the library.

[jassandrafics]

The Art of Romance

Prompted By: @tacodestroyeravenger

Summary: In a world where whatever your soulmate has on their skin appears on your own, Cassandra has followed the drawings on her arm for her entire life. One day, in the library, she notices some similarities with Jacob, and slowly starts to connect the dots.

Inspired by this post

Send me a Jassandra Prompt and I’ll write it

             From the time Cassandra was a little girl, the drawings would randomly appear on her skin. They weren’t just normal doodles like she’d see on everyone else. On her skin she’d see intricate designs. There were series of waved lines, all curved together in genius ways, and symbols and masks framed at the center, looking like something out of a professional art book.

She always smiled when the designs appeared. Her parents never allowed her to draw on her own skin. They thought it would give her cancer. But when she was sitting alone in class, or locked away in her room studying, without a friend in the world, the designs made her smile. They made her feel a part of something.

          Unlike other people around her, drawings continued to appear on her skin as she got older. No matter what her age, she’d always had the little designs from her soulmate to comfort her and keep her company. It was the time that she needed them the most that they failed to deliver.

She was 15, sitting in a hospital room,with a brand new death sentence looming above her head. She’s asked her parents to leave her alone. They were out talking in the hallway. The room was silent, and the bed underneath her was cold.

A small smile dared to cross her face when she saw lines start to appear on her hand. A drawing from her mysterious love far away was exactly what she needed now. It was the only thing that would bring her any kind of happiness.

But the lines did not develop into a drawing. Quickly, she saw them develop into letters and numbers, and a cry caught in her throat. On her hand was the name Holly followed by a phone number.

There to greet her on the worst day of her life was evidence that her soulmate was going to go on a date with someone else, her soulmate who she now knew she would never meet.

He’d never come and take her away from her lonely life like she always dreamed as  a girl. She wouldn’t live very long, probably not even five years. She’d never meet the escape from her devastating reality.

        Cassandra was walking out of the Library one night. with a smile on her face. It was the weekend, and Flynn’s birthday too, and the next few days were sure going to be happy. They’d just gotten the information about the party.

Suddenly, she felt the familiar tingle on her arm that she hadn’t felt in years. She knew it all too well: the feeling of the pen ink, magically transferring to her own arm. Excitedly, she looked down at her arm, hoping to see her favorite designs for the first time in years.

Instead, she saw words popping up again, but this time she froze when she began to read what they were.

Flynn’s b-day. Baird and Flynn’s apartment, Saturday, 8 PM

Her soulmate was here in the Library, working right next to her all this time. Could it be who she thought it was? Was the man who made her feel at home really the one who’d unknowingly been doing it her whole life?

            It was a quiet day in the annex when she got the final confirmation. She was sitting at the center table, quietly eating her lunch and reading a book, when she felt the tingle on her arm again.

She looked down and was happy to see the curved lines indicating a drawing was coming. Slowly, she watched as they became a face, and a neck, and...curls that looked an awful lot like hers. The lines became a soft smile, and eyes...looking down at a book placed in front of her.

Cassandra began to hyperventilate. On her arm was  a drawing of her. Shaking, she looked up from her book to see Jacob sitting across from her, carefully doodling on his arm.

He looked up at her again, not knowing that she’d already noticed him. He stopped when they made eye contact. Her whole body trembling, Cassandra turned to show Jake the drawing on her own skin.

She found tears forming in her eyes. Jake was her long lost soulmate. Jake was her home, her rock, the man she’d thought she’d never meet.

Slowly, she rose and walked over to him, both of them smiling shyly.

“You never wrote me anything” Jake said. “I always thought my soulmate had been dead all these years.”

“My parents wouldn’t let me as a kid” Cassie chucked. “I never developed the habit. But you...God Jacob, your drawings. They’re beautiful. When life was bleak, you kept me smiling”

“Are you still smiling now you know it’s me?” Jake asked.

“Bigger than I ever have before” Cassandra cried, before leaning in to kiss him softly.