'hes got the hands of a thirty year old man'

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Happy Birthday Izuku!!

toothaches (wc: 1,291)

(on ao3)


Sid wakes up with his head fuzzy and his mouth feeling strange. A nurse has him open his mouth to slip little rolls of cotton balls all the way back toward his molars. They look funny and he wants one because they look like cute little logs, only they’re not made out of wood, they’re made out of cotton but the nurse won’t give him any.

“They’re just for your mouth,” she says.

Right, his mouth. Because he’s a thirty year old man who finally got his wisdom teeth out. They never bothered him but his dentist was sure determined to have them removed.

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anonymous asked:

It seems hypocritical to say that when you could argue that Zuko was also a fascist, genocidal tyrant in Season 1 and so on of Atla where he tried to find and kill the Avatar (the world’s last hope) and aligned with his father’s regime.............. just because Kylo doesn’t have a redemption arc yet. He literally supported his father’s reign for years even knowing what he had planned and done. It was only when he found out that his grandpa was Roku that he decisively changed sides lol

Oh boy… where to even begin in this shitstorm of idiocy. 

1.) Zuko was a sixteen year old boy, and Ky/lo is a thirty year old man. 

2.) Zuko’s only mission in this purpose was to regain his father’s love and only after banishment at age thirteen did he really align himself with Ozai in order to gain favor. What got him banished was his love for people and standing up for them and what is right. Kylo literally did the exact opposite. He left his loving parents to go to the de facto Ozai. So um? What? lol?

3.) Ky/lo attempted genocide with his own personal hand. Zuko has never attempted to take a life, and specifically did everything in his power to protect life and prevent harming people unless he saw it directly necessary to capturing Aang. 

4.) No matter what Ky/lo R/en does, he will never be redeemed in my eyes because he’s at the point of no return. He’s too evil. I’m not stupid, I can follow a character arc and storyline. It’s a clear mirror of the other Star Wars. He’s going to be “redeemed” in the perspective of the narrative, but to me and many, it’s too little too late. And, no, I’m not a hypocrite because Zuko never did anything CLOSE to the evil of K/ylo Ren, and I also thought Darth Vader was at the point of no return and I disagreed with the narrative’s “opinion” that Anakin was redeemed. He died an evil, son of a bitch, IMO. 

5.) “Supported his father’s evil reign for years” lmao… let’s just break this one down for the weaker minded, shall we?  Zuko was literally thirteen when he began this. He was a seventh grader. Do you know how impressionable seventh graders are? Don’t you think Vladimir Putin’s thirteen-year-old son probably would side with his dad without thinking critically? Most would. But even still, Zuko QUESTIONED his father at age thirteen before he was banished. But, when he was– all that mattered was being loved again by Dad. He did it for love. He didn’t ACTUALLY support anything until he saw the suffering for himself. Kylo Ren CAUSES that suffering. Zuko was basically a passive supporter (yeah, he tried to stop the Gaang, but he never got close and he was always a “secondary” villain). Zuko saw that suffering and changed his mind once he saw it. He didn’t know it before. He was brainwashed by a system, but once he saw the truth, he turn and ran– extremely, extremely similar to Finn. Zuko and Finn are VERY paralleled. Zuko was as involved as Finn, probably. 

And, Zuko at most, was supporting his dad for three years. That’s it. And on top of that, he was fucking thirteen to sixteen. He was a CHILD. It took Zuko, a child, three years to wake the fuck up and betray his DAD for what was RIGHT and live the reST OF HIS LIFE THROUGH LOVE REDEEMING HIS WHOLE COUNTRY THAT CASUED A CENTURY OF WAR. K/ylo Ren betrayed LOVE and his family to CAUSE death and war. They could not BE more opposite, HONESTLY. The SOLE thing they have in common is a fucking redemption arc set up. Which, newsflash, was in shit like fucking Oedipus. 

6.) No… not knowing what he’d planned and done… that was actually a fucking MAJOR deciding factor in Zuko betraying Ozai. That was far more focal than his lineage. When the fuck was the last time you saw this show, dude??? Zuko heard Ozai’s evil plan to kill the people of Ba Sing Se and that was when he was like, fuck this, I’m out, fuck. 

7.) Zuko has a huge, huge heart, was always displayed to show endless amounts of empathy, eVEN FOR THOSE WHO TRIED TO KILL HIM SEVERAL TIMES, and compassion was what lead to his initial tragic downfall. 

8.) I can’t think of a character more personally different at their core than Zuko than motherfucking Kyle fucking Ron.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY II // MASTERLIST | PART ONE


Request: Can you do a part two to happy birthday based on the song brand new moves by (again) hey Violet where reader and kylo run into each other after the whole birthday thing- and things are either really weird or really gr8.

A/N: Sorry this took a bit but I finally got around to writing it! It’s loosely based off of the song? Kinda? I don’t know it’s got some parts of it. Anyways, here you go, enjoy!

Word Count: 5K+

Warning: NSFW


The feeling of the early afternoon breeze patting against you made your skin buzz. Sucking in a breath as you stuck your hands into the pockets of your jacket, you walked alongside Rey over to one of the independent clothing stores you liked to shop at. “So, will you ever tell me what happened that night of your birthday? You know, when you disappeared?” Rey curiously asked as she looked over at you for a moment before looking back ahead.

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Stormpilot Rec List

for @playingfetchwithdinosaurs and @water-over-the-bridge

⭐️- New fics added

Something Borrowed by the_dala [ T - 2,813]

Thinking back on it later, Finn would have to admit it all started with that damn flight jacket.

Five times Finn and Poe borrowed each other’s clothes.

We Were Just Children With Our Eyes Opening by m4jor3tt3 [T - 2,361]

Finn loves to hold hands. Poe loves it, too. Rey wants to throw up.

Life Ain’t Worth Living Without The One You Love by m4jor3tt3 [T - 4,928]

Poe gets sent out on a recon mission that doesn’t go quite as planned.

last stop on this highway by augustbird [E -19,328]

Home is a strange place.

better stand up straight by middlecyclone [T - 3,269]

“Oh my God,” Finn says, mortified, “please just let me die in peace.”

The medidroid pauses. “It is not within the bounds of my duties to allow such a thing,” they say, sounding as confused as a droid possibly can. “Might I suggest discussing your feelings for Pilot Dameron with him in a controlled setting? My programming for emotional health and conflict resolution suggests that may be a viable option.”

we’ll look back on this road we’re on by noelia_g [G - 8,066]

“No matter what some people say (Snap and Jess, when they’re feeling like they’re hilarious, BB-8 when it’s in a nagging mood), he doesn’t move into the field hospital. He’s there every day, sure, but he still bunks with the rest of the squadron, he’s been there last… no, the day before… Well, very recently at least.”

Poe and Finn in the days after the aftermath.

Coming Together by BlackRose2014 [T -  6,048] *Soulmates AU

I can fly anything. Are you Resistance?

FN-2187 stared at the words scrawled in messy Standard on his forearm. He didn’t know what they meant. Well, he didn’t know what they were supposed to mean at least. What they meant for him, though, was extra protocol sessions and more scrutiny from his superiors.

KG-7778 told him that it was because the words made them think that he was going to break protocol. To disobey orders. To betray the First Order.

His mind balked at the very idea. The First Order was all he knew. Obedience was all he knew. Why would he break protocol?

someplace to hide by santanico [G - 2,073]

“Can barely remember the last time you had a boyfriend,” Jess muses, and Poe glares at his hands, wishing he’d brought something to fiddle with. “I mean, it’s a good fit, sounds like.”

“Are you playing matchmaker with me?”

“We all almost died,” she points out.

“Not an answer.”

“Well, he likes you too.”

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DannyMay: The Unknown

When Danny died- because in the end, everyone dies- he didn’t find himself in the Ghost Zone. No, there was no green where he was. Just pale grey fog, so thick that he couldn’t see his toes. When he reached out a hand, the fog split into tendrils and wrapped around him.

He wasn’t scared, though.

That didn’t seem right.

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leftbee: prokopetz: You ever wonder how often…

You can’t just leave it there. Story time, please?

So my mom has a twin sister - not identical, fraternal, but when they’re little babies it really doesn’t make much of a difference. And my mom and her sister were - to be perfectly blunt about it - accidents. Huge accidents. Enormous, unexpected, unplanned for little miracles that showed up a couple weeks after my grandmother turned 45. And this was in 1947, so. Late in life unexpected twins. 

My grandmother was in bed rest for months before they were born and for months after as well, but she was adamant that they be baptized. My family treats Catholicism the way a recovering alcoholic treats his AA meetings if you follow me. 

So since grandmother was on bedrest, and grandad was a man in the 1940s, taking care of the babies mostly fell to my great-grandmother and my aunt who was seven at the time. They spent all day with the babies, changed them, fed them. But my great-grandmother was housebound so when it came time to baptize the twins, my grandfather and my oldest uncle stepped in.

Now grandad was, by all accounts, a very nice guy and good father, but he had little to do with taking care of infants. And my uncle Charlie was already 23 years old at this point and had his own wife and kids and hadn’t even met the twins before this day.

You can see where this is going.

So when the priest asked for Lillian, Uncle Charlie handed him Patricia. And when he asked for Patricia, Grandad handed him Lillian.

When they got home grandmother immediately figured out that the twins were wearing the wrong bibs and apparently shouted the roof down.

But

BUT

Fuck the government, man, they told god that baby’s name was Lillian and so LILLIAN IT WOULD BE.

And that is how my mom didn’t find out until she was thirty-two and filing for a marriage license that she didn’t legally know her own name.

the little things

for @fyeahspiritassassin‘s ship week - April 25: Alternative universe/timeline

The other day I heard about this couple that were celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary and they were offering Life Advice. I flip flopped between making this a modern AU or a everyone lives/post Scarif AU and I honestly don’t know which one this is but enjoy! (ft. roguejedi) 


“How long have you guys been together?” The question tumbles out of Luke’s mouth in the way such questions do: it was something that had been nagging him for a long time, but there was never the right opportunity to ask. 

Apparently, Luke thought this was the right time. He was right: he and Bodhi were effectively sprawled across the couch, Bodhi looking relaxed in what appeared to be the most uncomfortable position ever, and Luke resting on his side. 

“You could’ve asked me that,” Bodhi says, hand idly running through Luke’s hair. 

“Really?” Luke turns in his seat to look at Bodhi, then at the smiling Guardians, then back at Bodhi. “How would you know?” 

Bodhi’s eyes drift over to Chirrut, who smiles. “The Guardians’ lives… we didn’t know much about them. But something as important as a marriage… that’s hard to keep quiet.” 

“Ah, right. So how long was it?” 

“Before I was born,” Bodhi says with a smile. 

Luke’s jaw drops. “That long?” Bodhi punches him lightly as Baze chuckles. 

“I’m not that old.” 

“Thirty-three years,” Chirrut says with a smile. “If you’re counting from our legal union.” 

Baze huffs. “You make it sound like we got a fancy certificate, Chirrut.” 

Chirrut dismissively waves his hand. 

Luke’s still looking at them in awe. “That long? Man, I don’t know many people who lived much longer, much less were in relationships that long. Wow… How….?” 

“I ask myself that every day,” Baze says. Chirrut lightly punches his shoulder. “I’m kidding. I mean, the… I… I guess I followed Chirrut wherever he went and he kind of adopted me like a stray,” Baze chuckles. 

Bodhi grins. “It always looked like you were trying to keep him out of trouble.” 

“Me? Trouble?” Chirrut says incredulously, a grin blossoming across his face. 

“But seriously,” Luke interjects, “How? Do you have like, any advice for u-I-uh just any advice?” The colour rises in his cheeks. Baze pretends not to notice. 

“He infuriates me most of the time,” Baze starts, “but I like him too much to let that get to me.” 

“Not silently, though,” Chirrut says wisely. “I don’t hear the end of it.” 

“Communication,” Baze nods. “That’s where it all is.” 

“Huh,” Luke says, lost in thought. 

“Sure, the little things can get annoying. Like how Baze refuses to trust in the Force-”

“That’s a little thing?” 

Chirrut shrugs. “Like I was about to say. Don’t blow things out of proportion. The only little things you should be caring about, are the good ones.” 

“Moments like these,” Baze’s voice softens. “They’re hard to come by.” Chirrut nods. 

“You’ll appreciate them later on. When you don’t have the chance.” 

Luke’s eyes flicker over to Bodhi, the losses of their families still fresh in their minds. 

“That makes sense,” Luke says, solemn. “We-I’ll keep that in mind.” 

anonymous asked:

*whispers* I need some fic. *yells* Please! It's been FOREVER since you posted any! (Well 2 weeks, technically) *cries hysterically* I'm going crazy without Robron! Fic is the only thing keeping me hanging on. *yells through tears* Please?!? Take pity on a poor talentless idiot who misses her boys! *whispers* sorry for this ask, I really am losing it. :-(

Hiiii!

Okay so I don’t have any fic to post on AO3 but I’m awfully nice and can’t resist a message like this so I sat down and came up with this for you…I hope it helps a little ☺️

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Aaron flicked the switch up and down a few times until Robert huffed in annoyance,
“It’s not gonna work.”
Aaron looked over at him, narrowing his eyes slightly and flipping the switch again,
“Aaron!”
He laughed as he dropped his hand,
“Calm down. It’s just a power cut.”
Robert leant over the counter and looked out of the window,
“House over the road has lights.”
Aaron shrugged as he pushed himself up to sit on the other counter,
“So?”
He reached for a biscuit from the half empty packet, making a mental note to put more on the shopping list,
“So…means there’s something wrong with our lights.”
Aaron chewed the biscuit and nodded his head toward the utility,
“Checked the fuse box?”
Robert threw his hands up, voice drenched in sarcasm,
“Of course! The fuse box. Never thought of that, thank god you’re here.”
Aaron scoffed,
“Alright, no need to be like that.”
“Don’t suggest stupid things then.”
He jumped from the counter,
“Deal with it yourself.”
He started to leave, pulled back suddenly by Robert’s hand around his wrist,
“I’m sorry.”
Aaron raised his eyebrows, letting Robert pull him in with a roll of his eyes; instinctively reaching for his waist,
“It’s just a power cut.”
Robert put his arms around Aaron’s neck,
“I just want this place to be perfect. And if there’s a problem then I need to know.”
Aaron smirked,
“Control freak.”
Robert scoffed,
“Lazy arse.”
Aaron pulled him close,
“Best watch your mouth Sugden.”
Robert pushed a hand through the man’s hair,
“Oh yeah?”
Aaron nodded,
“Yeah.”
Robert smiled as he closed the gap between them, kissing him with a satisfied moan. Aaron’s mouth had just fallen open when the crack of thunder pulled them apart with a start,
“Jesus.”
They looked at one another in surprise,
“That explains the power cut then.”
Robert was staring up at the ceiling, as though expecting the lightning and thunder to come straight through the roof,
“Robert?”
He didn’t answer him, focused on the ceiling as the rain started, heavy against the window,
“Robert?”
He looked at him, eyes slightly wide,
“Did you count how far the-”
He gripped Aaron tightly as another crack of thunder happened,
“Oh my god!”
Aaron couldn’t stop the smile from creeping to his lips,
“You’re not scared are you?”
Robert scoffed, stepping back,
“Course I’m not. Don’t be stupid.”
The sky outside light up brightly as lightning struck, followed seconds later by a crack of thunder,
“Fuck the fuck off that was right above us!”
Aaron looked down at the hands that were tangled in his shirt,
“Robert-”
“Yes! Okay? I hate thunder. Go ahead laugh at me.”
Aaron opened his mouth just as the sky lit up again. He reached up quickly and covered the man’s ears with his hands; grinning at him as he squeezed his eyes shut,
“Okay?”
Robert nodded as Aaron lowered his hands,
“Since when are you scared of thunder?”
Robert looked around,
“Can we move from the kitchen? If that strikes above us, we’re de-oh come on that’s right above us now!”
Aaron cupped his cheek,
“Muppet. Come on.”
He led him through to the sofa,
“Sit.”
Robert pulled him down with it,
“It’s just noise.”
Robert pushed his hands through his hair,
“Yeah I’m not a child.”
Aaron bit his tongue to keep from making a comment, instead he gripped Robert’s hand,
“I don’t mean that…I’m trying to-”
He winced in pain as Robert squeezed his hand tightly at another crack above them,
“Okay! Explain…explain why you’re scared?”
Robert rubbed his face,
“I just…I’m not scared. I just…hate it. Just drop it.”
Aaron looked at him; all traces of humour gone,
“Okay. Okay I’ll drop it.”
He rubbed the man’s back as he pushed the balls of his palms into his eyes and clenched his jaw at the noise above him,
“God, why is it so loud?!”
Aaron hated the way his voice cracked,
“It’s okay.”
Robert didn’t answer him; Aaron was about to speak again when he heard him humming to himself. He leant down and tried to figure out what the song was, wracking his brain until he placed it, he rubbed Roberts back rhythmically and pulled him closer, leaning into his ear he started singing the words quietly,
“Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me…”
Robert mouthed the words as well; keeping his hands where they were and going over and over it until a solid five minutes had passed without any thunder. Aaron looked out at the window then leant over and kissed Robert’s head,
“I think it’s passed.”
Robert took a few deep breaths then lowered his hands and looked over at the window,
“Still raining.”
Aaron sat back,
“Yeah but rains fine. Might clear that bird shit from the upstairs window.”
Robert gave a small laugh, making Aaron smile as he nudged him,
“You okay?”
Robert looked at him,
“Yeah…yeah I’m okay. Sorry about…all this. Managed to keep it secret.”
Aaron put his fingers through Roberts hair,
“It’s fine. Put up with enough from me.”
Robert shrugged, busying himself with picking at a thread on a cushion,
“Yeah but you’ve got reasons.”
Aaron frowned,
“It’s not a competition, mate.”
Robert paused a moment then met his eye,
“Bit pathetic innit? Thirty year old man freaks out over thunder. Even…dogs don’t freak out.”
He pushed his hands through his hair again as Aaron moved around, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands,
“Robert…look at me.”
Robert met his eye somewhat reluctantly and Aaron squeezed his fingers,
“I’m scared of spiders. Fucking terrified of them.”
Robert cracked a smile; the memory of Aaron screaming and shouting before falling from the shower after seeing the creature was still amusing,
“Yeah.”
Aaron shrugged,
“Fears are fears.”
Robert nodded, staring down at their joined hands,
“I have some bad memories…associated with thunder. And when it happens it just…brings it all back. And I can’t-”
He exhaled sharply,
“I hate it.”
Aaron pushed his hands up and down his forearms,
“And the song?”
Robert gave a small smile, still staring at Aaron’s hands,
“My mum used to listen to it. When I was little…I remember sitting in the kitchen and it was on the radio. Makes me calm.”
Aaron nodded slowly,
“How did you deal with it? With Chrissie?”
Robert scoffed,
“Hid it…managed pretty well. You’re the uh…you’re the first one I’ve ever told.”
He shrugged,
“You’re the first person I’ve felt safe enough around to know.”
Aaron stared up at the man; his heart fit to burst with how much he loved him,
“Tell you what.”
Robert met his eye,
“What?”
Aaron smiled,
“You protect me from the spiders, and I promise…you’ll never have to be alone during thunder. Okay?”
Robert smiled at him, a smile that still made Aaron’s heart skip a beat,
“We got a deal?”
Robert pulled him in; pressing their lips together before breaking away and resting his forehead against Aaron’s,
“Deal.”
Aaron cupped the back of his neck and closed his eyes, smiling gently as he massaged circles into the man’s skin. Suddenly the room filled with the sound of the TV, the place lighting up brightly, the two men broke away and looked around,
“Hey. See? Told you. Just a power cut.”
Robert stared into Aaron’s eyes with a small smile,
“Yeah.”
Aaron grinned kissing him quickly then standing up,
“So…about that dinner you were gonna cook me?”
He headed toward the kitchen as Robert smiled to himself, wiped his cheeks and stood up, he watched his husband as he got a beer from the fridge and smiled before heading over toward him. All thoughts of panic and thunder finally ebbing away.

He's Not Cute (Part 3)

Lin x Reader

Disclaimer: I don’t really know a lot about the Hamilton cast, so ignore the mistakes.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, kissing (not smut tho)

A/N: There is blood in this, so if you’re super squeamish don’t read past the dotted line. Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end, another part will be out soon. This is kind of short too.


After the cab ride you and Lin arrived at a quaint bar that had been rented out for the cast. The guys were already there and hooted as you and Lin walked into the bar, his arm around your waist, both of your faces bright and happy.

“I see that something happened between you two.” Daveed commented with a smug look on his face.

“Shut up.” You teased. You and Lin grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered drinks. You got lost in his eyes.

“What?” Lin asked as if he was trying to hold back a giggle.

“Huh?” You had totally forgotten that it was weird to stare. You blushed and looked away. “Oh, I was just…” You trailed off.

He giggled, making you giggle. “What?” He question again.

“You giggled,” You acknowledged. “You- a thirty something year old man, giggled.”

“Oh, so grown men can’t giggle?” He quipped. Your conversation was interrupted by the bartender handing you your drinks and a few seconds later the girls, along with the rest of the cast, walked in.
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“Hey guys!” Lin greeted. All of them giggled. “What is it with these people and giggling?” You thought. They sat down at a booth across the bar so that they didn’t disturb you and Lin. You adjusted your seat, grabbing onto the bar counter to steady yourself, not realizing that there was shattered glass all over it that the bartender hadn’t cleaned up.

“Fuck!” You yelped.

“What happened?” Lin asked for the third time that night, but this time, his eyes were not playful. You felt liquid run down your palm and lifted it up to reveal a remarkably deep gash, with blood oozing out fast, not to mention a huge shard of glass sticking out of your hand. “Oh god.” Lin went into full panic mode ushering you out of the bar quickly and in record time, hailing a taxi. All he said was “Hospital, fast.” then he turned to you and held your intact hand the whole ride, rubbing circles with his thumb and muttering prayers with a terrified look in his eyes. You were still in shock and unsure of what was happening. Once you got to the hospital, Lin lifted you off your feet and ran into the emergency room. You were starting to feel weak. Lin desperately shouted, out of breath, “She needs help!” People you assumed were doctors rushed a stretcher out to you and Lin placed you on it after planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You could tell that he was about to say something, but you were pulled into darkness.

2

It had started as a low hum, but you, too invested in the inky words of your book, hadn’t noticed at first. Then came the tapping, the humming increasing in volume along with it, although just a little louder than before. What finally got your attention, however, was not the tapping, but the words that came in beat to the rhythmic sound. 

Because you know I’m all about that bass, ‘bout that bass, no treble,” Dean sang underneath his breath. “I’m all ‘bout that bass, 'bout that bass, no treble.

You struggled to hold back a laugh as you watched the thirty-something year-old man tap his foot to the tempo of the song he was muttering, his head bobbing back and forth every once in a while. 

I’m bringing booty back.

You snorted, covering your mouth with your hands quickly to try to pass up the sound as a cough but it was too late. Dean quickly looked away from his newspaper and glanced up at you, his eyes wide as he realized you had heard him. 

“Shit.”

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Just a Number  Part 1

Summary:  Jensen has been single recently and his friends have set him up on a string of blind dates, none of them sticking. Then he meets you and sparks fly. But there’s one small factor that may affect this fast track romance. You’re half his age.

Word count: 3,113 

(A/N: in this fic Daneel and Jensen are divorced and it’s only because it fits with the story line. Purely for fictional purposes. This fic will alternate POVs but most of it will be from Y/N’s POV. If the first chapter gets enough notes/ feedback I’ll continue it so let me know if you like it.)

Warnings: Divorce mention

Originally posted by valeria-only-lives-once

Jensen walked on set, coffee in hand, making his way over to Jared, who was casually talking about his kids and his wife to Misha. He quickly changed the subject to talk about how today was the last day of filming before the hiatus and how glad he was to be filming in Texas, once he realized that Jensen was in earshot. 

Jensen guessed it was because of his recent divorce. It flustered him a little bit that Jared felt he couldn’t talk about his family around him, but Jensen knew that Jared just didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Still; he didn’t like feeling like everyone was walking on eggshells around him.

“Dude, you look like you’ve been hit by a truck.” Remarked Misha, who had an amused grin on his face.

“Ha. Ha.” Jensen laughed sarcastically. In reality though, he wished a truck had hit him instead. This hangover was intense.

“I was drinking last night.” Jensen said, taking a sip of coffee. Misha just nodded sympathetically, while Jared tensed slightly, knowing that this was the fourth night in a row. 

“Misha! Hair and make-up, now please.” Someone said to Misha. Jensen knew this was most likely their third or so time telling Misha this.

Misha groaned and said his hasty goodbyes, leaving Jensen and Jared alone.

“What the hell J? Again?” Jared said, obviously worried about his friend’s excessive drinking.

“Look it’s not that big of a deal. I’m a responsible thirty-seven year old man. I can drink when I want to.” Jensen said, somewhat defensively. Jared rolled his eyes in disapproval, but then he gave Jensen a look. Jensen groaned. He knew that look.

“You’ve got too much time on your hands, and you need to get back out there. Which is why I’ve set you up on a date.” Jared smiled widely.

“Another one?” Jensen complained, “I’ve only been divorced for a year, Jared.” Jensen knew that Jared knew that. Jared had helped him through a lot of the impact. Jensen wanted to isolate himself at first but Jared wouldn’t allow it. Jensen has had good days and bad days that came with coping with the divorce, and it was known that these past few have been some bad ones.

“Technically a year and eight months, but I want you to at least try, She’s really nice. Come on, it won’t be that bad. You’ll have fun.” Jared assured him.

“Alright fine.” Jensen said.

“Great! You pick her up at her house at 6 tonight, and you’re taking her to that restaurant down the street.” Jared said, giving him a pat on the back as if to say ‘good luck’.

~

‘Jared is a liar,’ Jensen thought grumpily as he pulled away from the girl’s house. He didn’t have fun. Yea, the girl was nice-ish but she wouldn’t stop talking about her cats and when she did stop, the conversation died, leaving them in an awkward silence for more than half the date. When Jensen had opened his mouth to introduce another topic to speak of, she would start talking about her cats again. Eventually he made an excuse to leave. 

Jared had set up so many similar dates to this one, he thought he had Jensen’s type down to a formula, so all of Jensen’s blind dates followed a similar correlation: Women in their late 30′s to early 40′s, brown hair, and brown eyes. 

Jensen got back to his apartment around 7:30. He sighed and threw himself onto the couch. He turned on the television and replayed the events of the past couple years. He had gotten married and everything was great, he actually had no idea when the changes started, or what triggered them. All he knew was that they lead to endless arguments, couples therapy, separation and eventually divorce. It happens to a lot of people. The hardest thing for Jensen was losing an emotional attachment. It was hard for him to develop that level of trust and love for someone and he didn’t know if he could ever find anything like it again.

Jensen sighed and stood up from the couch, and walked over to his fridge. He opened the door to find two beer bottles. He reached for one and hesitated, thinking of Jared’s concerned look earlier today. He let out a huff, and closed the fridge, knowing in the end it was for the better. 

He couldn’t seem to find anything to watch on TV, so he decided to go out for an evening walk in the city. He was walking with his hands tucked in his pockets and his jacket zipped, it was a pretty chilly night for a January night in Texas.

Jensen looked around the street that was still busy with people; He looked aimlessly about, searching for something to do. When he found nothing that interested him, he decided to sit down on a bench, which he failed to notice, at the time, was a bus stop.

Jensen took out his phone, finding a few text messages from Jared and Misha, wanting to know how the date was going.

Jensen texted Jared and Misha in a group text:

Date was a total bust by the way. She kept talking about her cats.’ He sent. Within the next few seconds Misha had sent a cat video and Jared had replied with; ‘You’ll get back in the game eventually.’

Jensen sighed and checked the time, 8:00. His thumb hovered over the contacts of his friends, but he clicked on none of them. This was the beginning of the hiatus and they were all spending time with their families. He wanted to talk to someone but at the same time he didn’t. He was working on making everyone think he had something better to do than walk around Austin, Texas at 8:00 in the evening. He put his phone away and stared off into space, thinking of miscellaneous things. 

“You seem a bit distracted,” said a young girl, who was now sitting next to him on the bench. He thought she must have sat down while he was preoccupied with his phone. At first he thought it was weird that a stranger would be trying to make conversation with him. But he shook the feeling off, maybe she was a fan, or maybe she just wanted to make small talk. 

“Yea, just a little.” He said awkwardly, mentally slapping himself for not knowing how a simple conversation works.

“Well, it’s a pretty night to be out, little chilly though.” She said, huffing slightly.

“Yea,” Jensen said simply.

But no matter how awkward he replied, she kept making small talk. She was talking to him like she had known him for years, and it made Jensen smile.

“It could be better though, I just got out of possibly the worst blind date I’ve ever had. The guy couldn’t stop talking about his Prius. And he took me to a motor shop, which is cool, but he spilled car oil on me.” She laughed and held out her shirt for Jensen to see. Jensen chuckled out of sympathy when he saw the large black stain on her shirt.

“I was set up on a blind date tonight too, the woman wouldn’t stop talking about her cats, but I didn’t have anything spilled on me.” Jensen laughed.

“They would make a great couple,” she mused.

“Maybe we should set them up.” Jensen replied with a chuckle.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She extended her hand in his direction in a friendly gesture. He shook her hand, and he could have sworn his heart sped up a little. 

“So where are you headed?” She asked him. Jensen looked at her, confused.

She raised her eyebrow and pointed at the sign next to the bench, which indicated that they were sitting at a bus stop. 

“I didn’t even know this was a bus stop.” Jensen admitted.

“You were more preoccupied than I thought,” she laughed, that’s when the bus pulled up. She stood up, and the bus opened its doors. Jensen was confused at the small feeling of sadness when she got up to leave. He enjoyed the interaction… even if she was a complete stranger. Then she turned to him, motioning for him to come with. He didn’t move.

“Come on, I know we don’t know each other but I’m new to town, and I don’t want to wander the city alone. Plus we both had shitty dates and we’re bored out of our minds.” She said. Jensen wondered briefly if she was a mind reader.

This beautiful, energetic girl beyond intrigued Jensen, so he stood up to get on the bus, and she followed close behind. 

When he stepped on the bus he caught notice of the bus fee tray. He reached in his pockets to find some money, but the girl dropped in enough for the both of them. Jensen’s eyes widened, but he said nothing but a thank you. He chose a seat toward the back of the bus and to his surprise the girl sat next to him. She shifted in the seat so she was facing him.

“So, awkward stranger, what’s your name?” She asked enthusiastically.

“You know, you seem extremely nice, but you should be more careful. I could be an axe murderer…” Jensen said.

‘Great social skills J…’ He thought, self-critically.

The girl raised her eyebrow.

“Axe murderers need love too.” She laughed, “but honestly I don’t think you are. You seemed a little down, thought you might want to talk to someone… And you don’t seem like the ‘axe murderer type,’ even if you were, we’re in a public place. You don’t have to trust someone with your life to have a conversation with them.” She said. 

‘Definitely a mind reader.’ Jensen thought to himself.

She had a point. Maybe he was just taken aback by how nice she was, or her natural ability to have a conversation. Not many people would do that anymore. It was also possible that he was trying to work out how this girl came out of seemingly nowhere when he wanted someone to talk to and then offered exactly that.

“My name is Jensen by the way.” He smiled. And that’s when he really noticed her features; her (Y/E/C) eyes, and her (Y/H/C) hair. He took notice of smaller things as well, like the way her nose was shaped, and how the corners of her mouth fit her face. She was really attractive.

“Hello, Jensen. Nice to meet you.” She smiled brightly. She was so full of energy.

“So where are we going?” He asked, seeing as how she was the one to initiate this whole situation.

She shrugged, “I was thinking we could get off at the next stop, and find something to do then. Like I said, I’m new to town.”

“Well I’m not, so I’m guessing I can find us something to do.” Jensen said with the first full smile he had given tonight.

“Until the next stop gets here, lets play a game.” She smiled slightly, taking out a deck of cards.

Jensen raised his eyebrow. 

“A true con artist always carries around a deck of cards.” She said with a smirk.

“Right, so, here’s how you play. You draw a card from the deck and the number on the card is the amount of questions you get to ask me or I get to ask you. Make sense?”

He nodded.

“You go first, Jensen.” 

Jensen reluctantly picked a card from the deck, and a three of diamonds was displayed. He showed the card to her and she nodded as if to say ‘Bring it on’

“Okay, first question; what is your last name?” Jensen asked, unsure how to start.

“(Y/L/N).” She said with a smile.

Jensen smiled, finally knowing the full name of the quirky stranger who’d seemed to lighten his mood with a simple conversation and a card game.

“Second question; why did you move here?”

“I go to college at the University of Texas.” She beamed. Jensen nodded with a smile.

“Alright, what’s your major?” Jensen asked as his third question, absentmindedly putting the card in his jacket pocket.

“Astrophysics.” She answered simply. Jensen’s eyes boggled. She must be really smart.

She drew a card, and revealed to Jensen the two of clubs. 

“How long have you lived here?” she asked after a brief thinking period.

“I was born here in Austin, and I just recently moved back, I travel for work a lot though so I’m not here often.” He replied. She nodded.

“What’s your job?” She asked him. He hesitated slightly.

“I’m an actor.” He replied. He could tell she wanted to ask more questions now, but he laughed and said, “you only got two questions, those are the rules.” She scowled playfully at the way he twisted the rules.

Jensen drew another card; this time it was the 2 of spades, “favorite color?” Jensen asked, unable to come up with an interesting question, and she laughed at him. 

“(Y/F/C).”

“Do you live on campus?” Jensen asked. She nodded in response.

She drew her card and revealed the 2 of diamonds. She proceeded to ask Jensen if he believed in aliens and if he believed in ghosts. She learned that he was a skeptic.

They continued on like that for a while, Jensen learned that she was a freshmen in college, and that she was on a small break for the winter. She learned that he was a co-star on Supernatural, which she, apparently, had never heard of, but promised to start watching. She learned that he was also on a hiatus.

By the time the bus stopped Jensen had really loosened up. He was smiling and laughing a lot more freely.

They bounced off the bus, having no idea where they were at first, until Jensen recognized some landmarks, placing them in San Marcos. Jensen knew the area a lot better than she did so he dragged her around, pointing out different things and even making her try a very spicy tamale from one of his favorite Mexican restaurants. She cursed and started coughing while Jensen laughed so hard that tears formed at the corner of his eyes. 

She caught sight of “Dick’s Classic Garage” and lost it, because anyone named Dick was hilarious, apparently. Her laugh made Jensen smile, and he couldn’t help but think that she would love season 7 of Supernatural with all the dick jokes.

She practically dragged Jensen inside the Classic Garage. He paid for his entry and offered to pay for hers but she paid for her own. Insisting since he bought her food. 

She seemed genuinely interested in some of the classic cars. Jensen chuckled when he found a 67′ Chevy Impala in the corner. 

He watched as she read the informational plaques with an intense look of concentration on her face. He found himself paying more and more attention to Y/N and the way she acted.

“What’s that thing called?” She asked innocently, pointing at a random part under the hood of one of the classic cars. Jensen didn’t really know much about cars, despite his character’s obsession with them.

“Uh, well, it’s a thing. And I’m assuming it does a thing.” Jensen scratched at the back of his neck. She chuckled, and Jensen felt accomplished.

After they had finished looking around in there, she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the city again. He found himself smiling at her enthusiasm, and at some point during their walk he noticed she was walking a lot closer. He didn’t move away. They talked about the most random things; how pluto was recognized as a planet again, if she liked dogs, and if he liked cats. It was liberating to talk to her, even if it were about random things.

After they had walked the same few blocks at least 12 times, she pointed at an outlet mall, not knowing where else they could go.

But Jensen had a different idea; he took her hand and led her further away, to an old bowling alley. He used to come here when he was a kid. When they got there, he realized that he was still holding her hand, and he wondered if he should let go, but he didn’t really want to. He felt comfortable holding her hand. Little did he know of the red tint on her face, showing that she noticed the hand holding. But she didn’t let go either.

Bowling proved to be difficult for her, and she got mostly gutter balls, but she laughed at herself. She got a strike once and was so excited that she cheered and hugged Jensen. He laughed and cheered with her, hugging her and spinning slightly. They played multiple games that followed the same pattern. Jensen was really starting to like her. He didn’t know how long they’d spent in the bowling alley, but he knew it was a long time.

Jensen was having so much more fun than he thought he would’ve on this night, he felt like he had known this girl forever. They both found themselves sneaking glances at the other while they weren’t looking. Looking away quickly when caught. He found himself wondering if she felt the same energy between them that he did.

After that, they stood outside of the bowling alley, just talking to each other and enjoying the company. Soon after that they decided it was time to head back to Austin. Jensen noticed a yawn escape her lips, and he chuckled. He thought it was cute how her nose crinkled when she yawned.

He stood in front of her, “Come on, slow poke, do I need to carry you?” He laughed.

“Yes,” she said sleepily, only half joking.

“Alright, come on, get on my back.” 

She laughed out of amusement but eventually obliged. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder. 

“What time is it?” she asked sleepily.

Jensen checked his watch, careful not to drop her. His eyes widened, “it’s 2:23 in the morning.” Jensen said in disbelief. 

“I’m feeling it.” she chuckled lightly, tightening her grip around Jensen’s shoulders.

Jensen felt his heart flutter, could he really be feeling this way about a girl he just met? He had spent about six and a half straight hours with her and he didn’t get bored, not even once. 

Before he knew it, they were both waiting for the bus again. She climbed off his back and stood next to him. He could see that she was fighting to keep her eyes open. He couldn’t contain a smile. He reached out hesitantly to hold her hand again, unsure if he was pushing it. She smiled and took his hand, lacing their fingers together.

After a few moments of silence, she reached in her pocket, and pulled out the deck of cards again. Jensen laughed. 

“You go first this time,” Jensen said with a smile still on his face.

“Okay,” she smiled. She drew the Ace of Spades, which was equal to one question. She bit her bottom lip and looked down, suddenly shy. 

“Did you have fun?” She asked nervously.

Jensen’s lips curved into a gentle grin, “yes.” He replied.

“Me too.” She said, looking relieved. She held out the deck to Jensen. He drew the 2 of spades.

“Would you like to do this again sometime?” He asked.

“Yes,” she she replied sheepishly. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. He got lost in her eyes.

“You still have another question,” she whispered, her breath leaving fog in the air.

“Can I kiss you?” Jensen asked, squeezing her hand gently.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Jensen bent his head down slightly, and she stood up on her toes to meet him halfway. Their lips met, and both of their hearts sped up tremendously. He moved his hands to her hips, and her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Jensen deepened the kiss, it was gentle and experimental. It felt safe. They pulled apart from each other and stood there, still wrapped in each other’s embrace. Jensen found it difficult to let go. They were ripped from the moment by the squeaking sound of the bus stopping. They were both breathing slightly heavier, their breath mixing together in the cool air.

And the bus opened its doors.

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A/N: So I just had a really annoying, shitty, and embarrassing experience and my catharsis is now, as it has always been, writing. I felt like my emotion could be channeled into something, and I figured why not into something here in valdayaland since it’s been so damn long since I’ve given you guys anything. And it’s much easier to procrastinate this way. Anyway, here we go…remember this is the third in a series, so if you haven’t read the first two, you should go do that ;) HERE

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