do the potty dance

Omo Things I Lowkey Love (Outgoing Character Edition)

~A character grabbing themselves, hopping from foot to foot as they wait for someone to get out of the only available bathroom.

~Characters who always exaggerate how badly they need to go, so when it really <i>is</i> an emergency, no one believes them and they end up wetting themselves.

~Openly admitting that they are about to soak their pants.

~Crotch grabbing. ‘Nuff said.

~A character who is usually shameless suddenly becoming shy and reserved when they really need to piss.

~Outgoing character who is actually bladder shy and can’t pee in public.

~An outgoing character asking for the restroom because their shy friend needs to go and is doing a subtle potty dance next to them but still won’t admit their need.

~A character who will threaten to piss “on the floor”, “on the car seat”, “on another character” if they don’t get permission to use the toilet/get to a toilet, etc.

~A character who isn’t embarrassed if they wet themselves. They walk it off and shrug.

~A character that says things like, “I’m so full!”, “I’ve never had to go this bad in my life!”, “My back teeth are floating!”.

Crikey! End of the Month!

It’s a gorgeous albeit unseasonally warm night here in Massachusetts, with soupy mists drifting across the quiet streets and the gentle sound of droplets pattering from leafless branches to the ground below. Several cats are watching me type– it’s possible they are more interested in their as-yet-unmaterialized dinner than in my editorializing.

I have precisely seven items of variable interest I’m doing a little gotta-go-potty dance to share, but I am still waiting on confirmation for one, and I want to do them all at once. So hang tight. Watch this space and my other spaces; I’m gonna talk as soon as I freakin’ can. Seriously. It’s all good news, at least if you like the stuff I do. 

anonymous asked:

I really hate when we have a rush and I really have to pee. Because customers don't accept "I'm human and I have to run to the bathroom". Nah, they've been waiting a grand total of 5 minutes, who cares if it's been an hour that I've been doing the potty dance? (we're talking about a situation when I have 3 other people also working with me and we're moving the line pretty dang quickly)

Magnetic Chapter 11: Waking Up

Dean Winchester x Reader

1000 Words

Chapter Summary: Waking up in Dean’s arms, you hope things won’t be too awkward between the two of you.

Story Summary:  After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Feeling more refreshed than you had in years, you slowly woke up, letting yourself adjust to the fact that there was sun shining through the windows, and a warm body was still pressed tightly against your own. Stretching slightly, you felt a pair of arms tighten their hold on you, and that’s when it finally clicked in your brain that you weren’t alone on the bed. Opening your eyes, you found myself staring at the smooth and freckled expanse of Dean’s neck, the stubble coloring it lightly. He mumbled in his sleep, his arm loosening slightly from around your waist, where his hand was splayed on the bare skin your shirt exposed.

“And you’re still going to tell me nothing happened between the two of you.” Sam’s voice sounded from the other bed. Turning carefully in Dean’s arms, it took you a couple of seconds until you were facing Sam, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, a huge knowing smile on his face.

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He laughed at you as you shuffled around doing the potty dance. I thought you said you didn’t have to go that bad? He teased. “I lied okay! Now please let me go!” You had a hand shoved between your legs to hold yourself, completely desperate for a wee. No. I gave you a chance before we left for the studio and you said you could hold it till we got home. You were just about bouncing off the walls at this point. “But they boys are gonna be here any second! What if I pee myself?” You pout at him and he just sends you an evil smirk. Then that’d be absolutely humiliating for you. Unless you want all the boys knowing what a dirty slut you are, I recommend you hold it.


First Time

Title: First Time

Paring: Castiel x Reader, Sam, and Dean

Word Count: 2,190 (not even remotely sorry)

Warning: some adorable fluffy awkward Castiel smut

Credit: A very funny conversation with @mysteriouslyme81 for the inspirtation

A/N: Enjoy! Read the other parts of the Awkward Boner Trifecta here: xxx

Hearing the familiar rumble of the impala as it pulled up you opened your motel room door to see Sam and Dean smiling at you. Well, Sam and Dean plus another guy in the backseat.

“Y/N” Sam said as he got out and came over for a hug.

“How’ve you boys been?”

“Oh ya know, the usual,” Dean said as he gave you a quick hug. “Y/N, this is Cas. Cas, this is Y/N.”

You held out your hand, “nice to meet you Cas.” He stared at you for a minute before shaking your hand with a little smile. Releasing your hand, he abruptly turned and headed to the trunk of the impala. “Um, did I do something?”

Both boys shook their heads. “Don’t worry about him, he’s actually an angel.”

You stared at Dean, “an angel? Seriously?”

“Well he was, but then he lost his grace, so now he’s human. And he wants to be a hunter,” Dean said with a smug smile.

“We’re keeping an eye on him,” Sam assured you.

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Contains: Public wetting

Lillian (or Lilli for short) was a seventeen year old competitive dancer. She had been dancing for fifteen years, spent four years in pre-competitive dance and has spent seven years in competitive dance. The girl has at least sixty costumes, most tight and hard to get off.

Lilli was at a competition for the rest of the week, as she had multiple dances to pull off in those days. The first competition of the season was always the easiest but was always the most nerve racking. She had four dances that week, one group, one trio, one duet, and one solo.

Her group dance was a jazz dance that consisted of long, knee high dresses in a dark green with black lining. They wore black gloves, black tights and black jazz shoes. The dress was harder to take off than it looked. Her trio was a bit different. A free dance that had no shoes and a black and blue ceiquined body full body costume. The duet was a purple suit jacket, tie and black bodysuit for tap and the solo was a white bodysuit and pair of light blue leggings along with a ribbon tied around her neck. As much as she loved this costume to bits, it no longer was her favorite after this experience.

As a dancer, she was always busy. Her small bladder didn’t help either. She would warm up by performing sautés and stretching out her body. She constantly kept her body warm, dark a lot of juice type drinks and water to keep herself hydrated and refused to give herself breaks.

Lilli had just changed when a sudden shock ran through her body. She had to pee. Badly. Of course, her solo was in about three dances, so it’s not like she would have the time to completely strip. She walked up the stairs to the backstage area, tying the ribbon and doing a little “potty dance”. No one commented.

Lilli dreaded the moment she felt herself leak. Just a small drip, drip, drip. Not visible. Yet. As soon as she was about to finally say she had to use the restroom badly, they began announcing her. Great.

Lilli’s breath shook as she regained posture and walked out onto the stage. She placed her hands on her hips as the music began playing. The dance was the worst thing possible for someone with an already overflowing bladder. Acro. The flexibility and gymnastics tricks the dancers preformed.

Stretching her body into the splits, she could feel herself beginning to leak once again. ‘White bodysuit… light pants!’

Lilli kept repeating that over and over in her mind as she finished the dance, bolting off stage and running through the halls, attempting to find the restrooms. She ended up in a backstage area for the downstairs stage where they kept props and such.

Pain raced through her body as she began to squeeze her legs together and hold herself with her hands. Lilli let out shaky breaths as she looked around desperately, possibly fir something to pee in. No use. But what she did spot was a corner hidden amongst some costumes. A corner. Privacy. That’s all she wanted.

Lilli began climbing through the props and such as she felt more and more pee leak out of her as she stepped. The poor girl whimpered and let out tears as this had never happened to her before. Scared, Lilli knew the corner was to far back. She ended up crouching down on a prop that happened to be a chair. One of those hard plastic chairs.

She sat down and tapped her feet, planning to run out to a restroom as soon as the desperation stopped for a minute. Bad choice. Sitting down caused her to leak more, making her spring up and begin walking away from the room.

With every small step she took, pee would leak down through the bodysuit to her legs. She continued this until she noticed a dark blue line down her right thigh. She panicked, causing her to release more pee and thicken and drawn the line. Soon enough, there was a good sized patch on her thigh and croch area.

She continued walking until she was crying from the embarrassment, pain and fear as she reached the dressing rooms, hoping to be able to slip her team wear pants over the marks, to hide it. But that didn’t go as planned either.

As soon as she walked into the dressing room, her teammate grabbed her shoulders, scaring her and making her shout. The girl laughed before falling silent as the patterning of pee hitting the ground rang out and the sobs of Lilli could be heard.

I’m sitting here waiting for my ride and this grown man with two kids is just talking and talking to this other guy about sports or some shit and the little girl has been crying that she has to go potty for about five minutes. five fucking minutes this kid has been doing the potty dance and screaming “daddy I have to go potty please!” saying she has to go to the bathroom. the men won’t even look at her. he’s just ignoring the girl as she screams about how she’s gonna pee her pants. in front of a grocery store with a bathroom a few feet away. fuck men.


==After Dean reveals his jealous side to you, claiming you as his, you decide to tease him.

+Dean x femReader | domDean

Warnings: smut smut smut smutty dirty smut ;)

“You should probably wake her up, Dean.” Sam had a concerned look on his face as he looked at you laying in the motel room bed. You had fallen asleep in Dean’s bed on accident, when you were doing research on your laptop the night before.

The boys had specifically gotten a motel room with a couch so that Sam could sleep there and give you one of the beds. Dean had claimed his bed the moment the three of you walked in, and being the stubborn girl that you are, you immediately plopped on his bed, smirk on your face, before flipping open your laptop to do research.

You can’t remember when you had dozed off, but you were having a really hot and heavy dream about Dean. 

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anonymous asked:

Skater!Percy and nerdy!Annabeth. One with them being hopelessly in love and in an intense makeout scene. Thank you!

anon, i hope you know i got really happy when i read this prompt and i hope i do it justice!

here we go (this is kinda lengthy)

The library. Percy didn’t know how he ended up there, he just really had to pee and it was the closet place besides the scummy gas station that got robbed on the hour. But anyways, he entered the intimidating, old brick building that he hadn’t been in since he was seven and started wandering around, weaving through the aisles of books looking for the loo. When he couldn’t find it, he finally went to go ask information.

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Zelo: Misconception

(requested by lil4me)

You walked through the door and shuffled quietly to your seat. Keeping your head down, you prayed you wouldn’t be noticed.

“Hey shorty!” came a cheerful voice from the back of the room.

Ignore him, you reminded yourself.

“Is that a new bow in your hair?” you bite your lip, trying not to be happy he noticed. “It doesn’t suit you.” Well there goes that fantasy. You heard the guys around him whispering and laughing together. You suppressed a groan and rest your head in your arms.

Today was going to be another wonderful day with none other than Zelo. You were used to it. He bullied you often, but it was usually playful banter. It was nothing too seriously hurtful. Still, it was annoying and mood ruining for sure.

You hear a tap on your desk and look to the source. Zelo stood beside you grinning. You quickly put your head back down, avoiding eye contact. “Leave me alone.” You mumble.

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anonymous asked:

"Do you think you can hold it?” Starter with Viktor and Yuuri out some where in public and Yuuri getting desperate enough to where he's doing the stepping forward and backward potty dance thing and Viktor notices and has a hard time finding a place for Yuuri to go


Barcelona around Christmastime was, in a word, crowded.

Not that Yuuri didn’t expect there to be a lot of people around—he did, just… not to the degree of crowds that he and Viktor were currently shoving their way through. And, honestly, if he’d known about how bad the crowds were going to be beforehand, he probably would’ve used the bathroom at the hotel instead of pushing it aside because it wasn’t that bad and he could just find somewhere to go while they were out.

Unfortunately, as he was growing to realize from the throngs of people and the long lines for every store and Viktor’s absolute zest for spending as much money in as many places as possible, he would regret that split-second decision very soon. Like, right now, actually.

Yuuri’s hand gripped Viktor’s a bit tighter as he let out a barely audible whimper, and he took the smallest step backward and then forward where they stood. They hadn’t even been out for thirty minutes, but already his bladder felt worryingly full, and he knew that if he didn’t empty it soon, then—well. He wasn’t going to think about that right now.

He waited what felt like forever for Viktor to finish buying whatever completely useless trinket he’d probably forget about in a week that had caught his eye, then waited another stressful, desperate eternity for the crowd to move them far enough away so he could speak freely.

“Viktor, ah.” Yuuri’s voice was soft, his hand holding Viktor’s a tad anxiously. “Can we take a b-break?”

Despite his best efforts to remain still, desperation and the urge to fidget got the best of him, and he squirmed nervously in place, one step forward and one step back. Yuuri’s shy blush grew brighter, knowing he was giving his predicament away.

Viktor looked him up and down quickly, his face softening in understanding seeing the little back-and-forth potty dance he was doing. “Oh, Yuuri, of course.” He pursed his lips slightly, looking around at the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, pulling his fiancé aside slightly so he could breathe. “Do…you think you can hold it?”

Yuuri averted his gaze, embarrassed. “I-I’m not sure, um…” He let out a small whimper, his fidgeting increasing in speed. “Maybe for a little bit…?”

Blushing slightly, a coy smile on his lips, Viktor reached forward and tilted Yuuri’s chin forward to face him. “A little bit, huh…?”

“I-it isn’t like that…!” Yuuri sputtered, covering his face with one hand, flustered and embarrassed that he’d think of saying something suggestive right then. “I—r-really, we’re in public and I can't— r-right now, we— I don’t want—” he was having trouble articulating, he had to go so bad— “I— do you understand?”

“Right, right, of course. Sorry.” Viktor’s face softened more, all the playful, teasing edge slipping out of his tone and expression. “I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Let’s go find you a restroom.”

“Th-thank you.” Yuuri pushed aside anxious thoughts that he was ruining his time together with Viktor and just clung to his hand as they pushed back through the crowd, trying to hold back increasingly desperate whines.

The pressure in his bladder was starting to feel unbearable. His free hand twitched, wanting to hold himself back, but he resisted the urge—fidgeting desperately in public was embarrassing enough, he didn’t need to be holding himself too. In an effort to cope with the overwhelming desperation, he zoned out, removing himself from the situation and focusing only on the calming sensation of Viktor’s skin against his, the cool metal of his ring pressing lightly into his palm.

Viktor’s voice snapped him back to reality, and Yuuri couldn’t even focus on that for a second, instead noticing the odd wet sensation between his legs.

His face burned crimson. Had he been leaking that whole time he was zoned out?

Not seeing any visible stain, he shook himself, resolving to pay more attention to keeping his increasingly achingly full bladder under control. “S-sorry, what were you saying…?”

“I said—” He was surprised that Viktor’s voice was still gentle and patient; it must’ve been the third time he’d repeated himself— “it doesn’t seem like there are any bathrooms without a long line.”

Yuuri was quiet, processing, growing more anxious. “Okay…”

“There are a few things you could do,” he continued, and he still sounded so calm, so gentle. “You could just find somewhere to go besides a restroom—” Yuuri began violently shaking his head— “right, I didn’t think so.”

Viktor gave his fiancé’s hand a quick, understanding squeeze before continuing. “We could also try to make it back to the hotel, or see if we can find a shorter line, or you could just… wait it out?”

Yuuri fell silent again, not weighing his options so much as fighting off his desperation and trying to determine how much time he had left before his bladder gave out entirely.

“U—um.” His voice was a bit scratchy with disuse and anxiety, and he leaned closer to Viktor, seeking warmth, distraction, comfort, his hand gripping his fiancé’s still tighter, no doubt leaving a ring-shaped imprint somewhere on his fingers. “We can try to find a line… I think… I might be okay.” He sniffled lightly in the cold air. “Let’s just see how it goes…”

“Alright.” Viktor gives Yuuri’s hand another reassuring squeeze before gently pulling him along the way to the nearest, shortest line. “Whatever makes you comfy.”

No less than five minutes later, Yuuri was feeling very decidedly not comfy. The line had barely moved an inch, and he was becoming frantic—there was no way he wasn’t cutting off circulation in Viktor’s hand by now. His bladder felt almost painfully full, and he was barely holding himself together, anxiety quelled only by the fact that he hadn’t leaked any more.


He was silent, fidgeting constantly, not looking up, giving no indication he’d heard Viktor. Viktor’s worries multiplied, and he took a step closer to him. “Yuuri, how are you holding up?”

Jumping slightly, Yuuri’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to respond. The only sound that left, however, was a weak sort of squeaking sound that trailed into a whimper as he was hit by another wave of desperation. It was too much, too urgent for him to hold back, and he felt his underwear dampen in uncontrollable spurts. His mind whirled with panic— I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, I’m going to piss myself, in front of everyone, I’m going to fucking piss myself…

“I— nnh. Th-this— I can’t. I can’t, Viktor, I-I—”

“Yuuri, look at me. It’s alright, you can do it—”

“N-no!” Yuuri’s voice came as a teary snap, harsher than he’d intended. “I-I can’t, the— everyone w-will, ugh— we’re i-in public and I can’t, it’s too much—”

To Yuuri’s overwhelming relief, Viktor seemed to see the worry in his expression and body language and somehow understand his anxious rambling to mean “I’m not going to make it please get me away from people”, and dragged him by the hand towards an alleyway that looked mostly secluded. As his fiancé quietly escorted him to privacy, safety, he furiously ignored the continuous spurts of warm urine that were escaping and starting to soak through his pants.

He was eventually pushed gently against a brick wall, Viktor cradling both of his hands, no one else in sight. “You can go, it’s okay.” Viktor interrupted himself to give a calming, caring kiss to the top of the shaking, squirming boy’s head. “No one can see you, you’re safe, let it out.”

Too desperate to think rationally, Yuuri wasted no time in doing just as he said. He gave a long, shaky, relieved sigh, just on the edge of a moan, the pink in his cheeks no longer from the cold as piss flowed freely down his legs, soaking his clothes and puddling on the street. It was less embarrassing, alone like this; he almost found the warmth streaming down his thighs pleasant, pleasurable. The furious blush on Viktor’s cheeks wasn’t helping his odd arousal, either. Yuuri shook it off, telling himself he’d talk about it with him later.

Yuuri shivered lightly as the stream trickled off, his bladder finally emptying, the last of the urine dripping from his wet legs and puddling on the ground. He gave a quiet sigh, managing to look back up at Viktor.

“Uh—” He let out a sudden, sheepish bark of a laugh, rubbing at the tears still on his cheeks. “S-sorry… If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve gone earlier… y-you shouldn’t have to—”

“No, darling, it’s fine.” Viktor gave his fiancé a gentle hug, rocking him slightly back and forth. “It’s not your fault, you couldn’t help it. See, here—” Seemingly inspired, he quickly unbuttoned his jacket and tied it smartly around Yuuri’s waist, uncaring of the designer label.

“Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice wobbled softly, a little emotionally overwhelmed. “You freaked out when Makkachin licked the lapel of that last week, how could you…”

“Because you’re more important to me than the money I spent this on.” He gently cupped Yuuri’s chin, tilting his gaze up for a kiss that was sheepishly and gladly accepted. “Don’t be silly, honey—you being happy is what I want to see more than anything.”

anonymous asked:

OK BUT LIKE.. yuuri rly needing to go when he’s training and it’s obvious to everyone but yuuri himself

I love this; he’s 100% desperate, doing everything but outright grabbing himself. He’s pressing his legs too close together, can’t stay still when he’s in between routine steps. His legs are jiggling and he’s kind of marching in place.

Yura and Victor are off to the side, and Yuri grins at Victor; “Katsudon is doing a potty dance.”

Victor laughs quietly, shrugging. “He gets really into practice and doesn’t realize how bad he has to go. I’ll go haul him to the bathroom before he embarrasses himself.”

And then Victor skates up to Yuuri and starts leading him off the ice, “Yuuri, love, I think you need the toilet.”

And Yuuri starts blushing like mad and stammering, “S-sorry! I don’t notice how bad it is until…and then…was it that obvious?”

Victor just chuckles and tells him, “very, but Yura thought your potty dance was cute, I think.”

Yuuri only groans as he rushes off to the toilets.

A/N: Luke is not a fan of your teasing and gets fed up. 

We all need to pay more attention to Luke in button ups and his nose. Inspired by my love, Nicole (@hemmocrat​). 

“Fucking finally,” Luke mutters, pulling into your driveway.

He all but drags you out the car, hands tight on your waist as he nudges you up the front porch. The urgency is written all over his face, and in the way he fumbles with his keys. Luke never really thought much of keeping all his keys on the same ring until now. Now he regrets them. For the life of him, he can’t seem to find the right key to your house, the jingly pieces of metal clumsy in his fingers. You’ve never seen him so eager and so anxious. He’s practically doing the adult equivalent of the potty dance, squirming uncomfortably in his black jeans like he’ll burst any moment.

Albeit, you didn’t exactly make it easy.  Poor Luke being teased nonstop for hours, starting with the dress you decided to wear to his parent’s anniversary dinner. It was your favorite little black dress, which left little to his imagination. As cruel as it sounds, watching how quickly Luke could unravel with just a mere glance at the dress is the very reason it’s your favorite. It also wasn’t easy for him on the car ride there, during dinner, or on the car ride back. Who could blame you though? Was it your fault if your dress just so happened to hike up your thigh a tad bit? Was it your fault you had a bad habit of biting your lip? Were you supposed to take the blame for your hand that sometimes wandered a little too far? After all, those things can be hard to control.

To put it simply, Luke has been staring at his dessert all night, but not allowed to taste.

After much fuss, he gets the door open at last, only to slam it shut the second you step over the threshold. His lips find yours without hesitation, too eager to care much about form or technique. Warm and rough and sloppy, noses bumping about like clumsy kids—clearly a kiss built with much anticipation. Like a windup toy wound beyond its limit unleashing it’s pent up energy. But his lips don’t stay on yours for long. They venture to your jaw, and drag along your neck. The slope of his nose pressing into your skin as he nibbles right by your ear.

Reaching for more of him, you slide your hands up the neat line of his button up, feeling each innocent little button on the path from hem to collar. Your fingers find the top one, undoing it to open just an inch more of his neck, then one more bottom down to free his chewable collarbone. But you stop there, too distracted by the work Luke’s doing with his tongue, and just trying to breathe through the small bites he’s leaving. You’re reveling in it all, even if Luke is fed up with your snail pace.

“Those buttons won’t undo themselves.”

You only smirk at him, tinkering with the button, but not actually doing anything productive. Playing with his buttons is pushing his figurative ones, and pushing those buttons is playing with his patience.

“Don’t you think you’ve teased enough, Princess?”  

Frustrated, Luke takes matters into his own hands, grabbing you from behind your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the nearest couch, all the while continuing to make the mark on your neck that much darker. Once in the living room, he tosses you on the sofa before climbing on top.

“You’re done teasing. But I’m just getting started.”

Okay well, I wrote this and then realized that there is a death, but it’s just a random character that doesn’t really matter. So, hope it still works. I’m assuming you’re the same person who asked thepriceismeg this question, so you’re officially an evil butthole. As for whoever sent me the song, gold star for you. 

Sorry if you cry, eh?.


“Hey, how long you got?”

Jane pulled the sleeves of her suit jacket and checked the watch on her wrist. She’d tried to avoid it as much as she could- why get so nervous about something that was going to happen anyways. She glanced at Barry Frost, who had asked her the question, and smiled like a proud sibling. The dark-skinned man had traded his shirt and khakis in for a suit and tie. He looked so dapper, like a debonair next to Jane, who looked like…Jane.

“Still got a like two years man, I’ve got some time to fuck shit up still” Jane whispered lovingly, fixing the tie on her partner. She brushed away dust that didn’t exist off the dark fabric of his shoulder. Barry Frost, Jane’s partner and best friend, was going to meet his soulmate today. He’d been waiting for this moment since he’d gotten his watch at age 13- the youngest age available. Then there were people like Jane who didn’t bother with one until she’d graduated high school. If she wanted to fall in love with someone, she’d do it after high school.

“Man, I don’t know Jane- I still think that I’m not ready. I mean, what if I change my mind or something, and completely ruin this plan? I still have 20 minutes, and we’ve been standing here in the park so long, that most people probably think we’re on the date. I don’t know Jane, I- I’m just so nervous.” Frost stammered, gripping the roses in fist so hard that the plastic around it started to crinkle. Jane just laughed and grabbed his shaking hands. She rubbed her thumb affectionately across his knuckles, feeling his muscles relax after a bit.

“You’re gonna be fine dude. She’s gonna love you, okay? Who couldn’t, you’re a great guy!” Jane started to tear up a bit, it was emotional when you’re best friend was about to meet their mate. Deep down, Jane was kind of envious, she wanted to meet her soulmate now- not a year later, but she’d never admit that out loud. Besides, if she met him, who could guarantee that she would even love him? How could- nevermind. Today was all about Frost and his happiness.

Jane sniffled a bit, willing the tears in her eyes not to spill, if anyone knew that she got this emotional over romance she’d never hear the end of it.

“I’m gonna go okay? Call me if anything doesn’t happen, I’ll be sitting at home with a beer and Jo.” the brunette hugged her best friend once more and smiled even brighter when his watch chirped, signalling that he had five more minutes.

He just nodded, not trusting his voice to properly convey anything right now. He turned around and exhaled all of the jumbled thoughts and emotions. He sat on a bench and watched Jane jog back down the path  towards her apartment. To distract himself, he wondered how she’d be acting when her watch went off. A warm hand touched his shoulder and he jerked his head up and stared. She had a nervous smile and big brown doe eyes, with a stellar pearly smile.

“Ha, I know this is awkward but, I’m here..and I think that I’m underdressed.” The woman said staring at her jeans and polo. “But, I just got off work at Boston Joe’s and I thought I wouldn’t make it! I assume you’re here because…” the woman trailed off and sat down next to Barry and clasped her hands nervously. He saw the slim watch on her wrist and laughed, they’d even picked the same color.

“I’m Detective Barry Frost, and I think that we’re soulmates…?”

“Netta, Netta Wilson. Hi Barry, wanna go get some coffee” She asked giggling like a small child. She thought that knowing that you were going to meet your soulmate would dull this feeling- the butterflies that everyone talked about. But, they were there, and boy they felt great.

“Sure, we can go to Starbucks though, I won’t tell your boss”



“Hey, Maura- what time is it?” Maura glanced at the silver band on her wrist. She couldn’t help but grimace at the large “20 years. five months, three days, and 40 minutes” that stared back at her. It was sad really, every other girl in her high school had their numbers always on display. Most of them sported numbers that indicated that they would be well on their way to meeting their domestic partner before the turn of the century. But poor Maura-the-Bora, was going to be single woman until she was nearly 40.

“Half past four” Maura gave Susie, her lab partner and best friend, a clear and concise answer. The dark-haired woman grimaced when she realized what she’d done, Maura hated to be reminded that she was going to wait so long to meet her soulmate. Susie’s watch, which she only put on at home, told her that she still had a few years to wait, which was great- she still needed to make it into college.

“Sorry Maura, I didn’t mean-” Susie started.

“No- I’m being immature. I should know better than to antagonize about an outcome that I cannot change. I should focus on my studies anyways. they’re more important than finding love.

Susie just frowned, she hated it when Maura talked like that. Maura was wonderful person, and no one but her seemed to care. Her parents were too busy gallivanting across Europe to realize that their daughter, needed them here. Maura Isles just didn’t realize just how wonderful of a human she was.

“Hey, wanna go to the cinema tonight? Edward Scissorhands is playing, and we all know how much you love Winona Ryder.” Susie teased Maura, remembering how hard her best friend had swooned over the girl in Heathers their sophomore year. Now Maura, being a senior, had been able to register for her fan club. It was adorable watching her get excited over having a member ID in the double digits.

“I don’t know Susie, this science lab is due this week and I’d rather not do horribly.” Maura bristled. She could tell that her friend was just being nice and trying to get out of her house.

“Whatever Captain Maura, you’ve never gotten below a 100%, I’m sure you’ll do fine.” Susie jumped down from the desk she was sitting on and started to gather her things. Besides, you just spent an entire study hall talking. Not getting Senioritis are we?” Susie lightly punched Maura’s sweater-covered arm.

“I hardly think that applies. Besides, it’s not even a medically recognized d-”

“Whatever Maura, it’s okay” The bell rang before either one of the girls could finish their conversation. Susie scooted out of the door, blending into the crowd. Maura just sauntered out of the door towards her locker. She put her school things away and took out her keys and purse. The sun glared down on the sullen girl, making her shadow taunt her from the sidewalk. She got into her car and just sat there for a moment, willing herself to not dwell on the fact she had to wait one-fifth of a century to find a single person on this planet to love her. Could she even wait that long? With a heavy heart and mind, Maura started her car and drove home.

When she got home, she set her purse and keys on the wooden pegs next to the door. Avoiding as much contact as she could, she tiptoed up the stairs hoping that neither the housekeeper or the gardener could hear her. Her door swung open and Maura flopped onto her bed. She took off her watch and sighed in relief when the numbers faded from the screen. The blonde rolled over and stared at her ceiling, playing the game she played every day when she got home from school.

I wonder if she’ll have curly hair

I wonder if she likes puppies

Maybe she’ll even like cuddling.

So long as she likes me I suppose I can’t be very disappointed.

Maura burst into tears, like she did every day. I just don’t want to be disappointed.


Jane could feel herself waking up and groaned, she felt like shit. It was to be expected actually, she had drank an entire bottle of Jager last night- if she remembered correctly. Her first thought was to call Frost and ask how she’s gotten home, but then she realized why she gotten so trashed last night:

It was Frost’s wedding night.

Jane smiled tightly as she rolled over to smother her hungover face into the pillow. Jane cried so many times last night that she felt like she’d been hit by a bus today. She surely looked like it too. Cavanaugh, after seeing how well they’d cleared out the bar, had given all of the Rizzoli’s the day off to recuperate.

Jo jumped on the bed and snuggled her little puppy butt right into Jane’s sternum. The laid like that for another hour, until the pup started to whimper and do her potty dance.

“Okay JoJoBean, I gotcha. Just a minute.” Jane muttered and rolled out of bed, hissing at the cold air around her. She quickly threw on a hoodie and a pair of running shorts. She slipped her feet into her sandals and twisted her hair into a bun with one hand- a skill that she’d perfected since the age of 12.

She grabbed Jo’s leash and clipped it to her collar. She cursed and went back into her bedroom for her phone and wallet. She might as well stop and get some coffee on their walk, so she could at least say that she ventured outside today. Finally, she opened the door and locked it behind her. Jo sprinted her furry white self down the stairs and out the door, nearly tripping Jane by wrapping the leash around the tall brunette.

The sun was bright, too bright for hungover Jane Rizzoli. She held up a hand to shield the offending light and walked slowly to Jo’s tree that she loved so much. While the little dog did her business, Jane thought about the wedding the night before. It had really given her a ray of hope for her romantic life. It was really hard to date someone knowing that they obviously weren’t going to last. Frost and Netta had truly been made for each other, in Jane’s opinions, and it was nice to see her partner so happy! Ever since she’d left him on the bench a two years ago, he’d been walking on sunshine.

It was refreshing for Jane to see a love like that after her parent’s had split. It was difficult to think that if only they’d had their watches, they wouldn’t have had to marry and find out that they just didn’t work. They could still get them now, but it was very probable that their soulmates had passed them while they’d been married. There was nothing worse than seeing someone’s watch read 00:00 for more than a second. It meant that their time for true love had passed, and they would either have to search the globe for love, or just admit that they would never meet their soulmate. Jane cursed the watches existence for ruining people’s lives like that, but she was also grateful for the heads up- it had saved her from many an unwanted suitor.

You still need to find your damn watch, Jane. It’s been exactly two years, and when you checked it last month, you only had 32 days left. How exciting.

Jane was apprehensive about the whole thing, honestly. So, she just lived her life as best as she could in hopes that she would be in the right place at the right time? It was just so…specific that Jane doubted it would even work. Besides, you’ll probably get some stupid jock who only likes sports illustrated and women’s volleyball. Well, at least you’d have that in common. Serves you right for being the damn closet so long you pussy. You’re doomed to marry a stupid, dense man.

Jane jumped a bit when Jo nipped at her leg, letting her know that she was cold. Jane huffed and turned around, coffee be damned. Maybe she’d clean her house and try to find her watch anyways, she hadn’t seen it since Frost’s bachelor party last week, and a new one was just too much money. They got more expensive every year after you turned 13, so getting one now at Jane’s age was just ridiculous.

She unlocked her door and unclipped Jo, who just ran up to the couch and pounced on one of the side pillows that her Ma had brought over weeks ago. She turned in a circle three times and settled down for her afternoon nap. Must have been a strenuous peeing session.

Jane just tossed a look around her apartment and picked a thing to do first: the dishes.

She ran the hot water for a minute before putting in the stopper. As the water filled up around the plates and bowls, Jane imagined what it would feel like to have two arms snake around her waist and a delicate chin set itself on her shoulders.

Would it feel nice to sway back and forth

Maybe they’ll smell nice, like vanilla

Perhaps they’d get married at Fenway

That is, if she found them.

Or if they found her.

Maura gave herself a once-over in the mirror and flatted non-existent wrinkles on her dress. She was nervous, and it was showing.

Today’s the day Maura, the day you’ve waited 25 years for.

Susie walked out of the crime lab and walked towards her old friend, smiling as she saw just how happy Maura seemed to be. The blonde had lead a life of solitude and sadness, never quite feeling as if she belonged. Susie had idly stood by while Maura had tried her damndest to appease her never-happy parents. They probably hadn’t spoken for at least three years, and Maura seemed to lose a bit of herself with each passing day.

Susie had already settled down with her boyfriend, Scott. They’d met just as the watch said they would. They had contemplated marriage multiple times, to the point where he’d proposed numerous times and Susie kept saying not yet. He thought that she was waiting for a promotion, or for a good date. What he didn’t realize is that Susie was not going to get married while Maura still remained alone. She couldn’t do that to her, it would break Maura. Susie and Bass, Maura’s tortoise, were the only people on this planet who ever listening to what she really said. To take that away would shatter Maura.

“Are you excited Maura? I’m so impatient- you’ll have to tell me everything tomorrow! I even told Scott to go hang with his bar friends because you and I, we’re having a friend day- no matter what happens!” Susie clapped her hand excitedly. She gathered up her things and ran up to Maura, looking directly into her hazel eyes and seeing the last glimmer of hope for the blonde.

“I’ll see you later, okay? Text me if anything goes awry” Maura nodded and smiled at the shorter woman, who was standing on her tiptoes trying to stare directly at Maura. She glanced at the silver band that Maura still wore, seeing the bright 48:35 on the screen, she still had the better part of an hour to prepare her house if Maura’s soulmate didn’t show.

When the door clicked shut after Susie had left for the day, Maura looked herself over in the mirror once more. Maura, you look fine. You know it’s not your dress that you have to worry about. Just speak in clear, quick sentences, and maybe you won’t scare this person off.  After today, you won’t be alone again- ever. You did it, you’ve overcome so much and here you are today: ready to meet your soulmate.

Maura grabbed her clutch off the steel table and walked towards the door leading out. She shut the lights off and stared back into the morgue- it would be so easy to just stay in here and wait for the watch to count down to zero. She could then stop worrying and just realize that maybe she just wasn’t cut out for happiness.

Her watch beeped at the half hour mark, prompting Maura to hurry and lock the door. She quickly left the morgue and got into the elevator. She pushed the buttons to take her to the base floor and tried to steady her breathing. If she hyperventilated now, she’d surely not make it. The familiar “ding!” rang out and Maura stepped out into the lobby. For some reason she felt that she wanted to walk through the park before settling in for the night, maybe that’s where her soulmate would be. The park was about 10 minutes away and she had…15 minutes to go. So, she walked out the door and onto the street.

“Shit! Fuckin shit!” Jane jumped around trying to put on pants. Had she shaved? Did she smell funny?

Jane had just finished the dishes and was working on getting the vacuum out of her closet when she’d spotted her watch on top of the towels. Of course, she had no idea how it had gotten there, but when Jane put it on and started it up, she saw that she’d only had 20 minutes to get to…wherever she was going. Which lead to Jane trying to shower and change into decent clothes that didn’t smell like black licorice from all the Jager that she’d sweated out while cleaning

Her watch beeped five minutes and then Jane felt it, she needed to go to the park where Frost had met Netta. If she ran, she could get there in three and pretend that she was waiting. So, she threw some pants and a t-shirt on, making sure to swipe a bit of perfume behind her ears, she was going to meet her soulmate, she could as least smell pretty for him.

She grabbed a water bottle and blazed out her front door so quickly that she nearly fell down two flights of stairs. Hmm, maybe her soulmate was a paramedic.

The park was only two block away, but Jane had to cross a busy street to get there. Once she finally crossed, she check. 1:34, whew. She still had time. There were tons of people here : There was a guy reading the paper on a bench, maybe it was him? There was a girl talking on her phone, yelling at someone. Yeah, you’re not that lucky Jane. She walked a bit further ahead and checked her watch 00:45, shit. Well, there was a dude in a prison vest, maybe she was doomed to marry someone she’d have to arrest later in love. That seems like more your style Jane, you’ve always known how to pick them.

Her watch beeped, saying she had thirty seconds. A figure blew past her, almost knocking her over in the process. After flipping him the bird, she realized that he seemed to be paying attention to his hip when running. He has to be packin heat- who else wears a gun in public.

Suddenly the guy turned around, making eye contact with Jane. She knew him from somewhere. She just didn’t know where. She went to turn around when she saw the man reach for his pocket. Knowing what was gonna happen in this crowded park, Jane took off at full speed- soulmate be damned. She didn’t want to have a mass shooting on her hands in a park .

“I don’t know Susie!” Maura squealed into her phone. She’d gotten herself too worked up and had needed to call her best friend to keep her calm. “I just don’t see anyone here who seems remotely interested in me. Oh shoot, I’ve only got 45 seconds left, I’ll call you back!” Maura mashed the buttons on the screen to hang up and threw the phone in her purse. She scanned the park again, feeling vulnerable. Someone in this park was her soulmate, and it bothered Maura terribly to not know who it was.

She stood up to stretch her legs and and jumped out of her skin when she heard a loud noise ring out. She turned her head towards the noise to see an older gentleman collapse onto the ground, gun in hand. Given the blood spatter on the cement, Maura ascertained that this man had just taken his own life. She went to go call 911 when she felt the mass panic of the people in the park start to creep in. Suddenly mass chaos broke out at families ran back to their cars, covering their children’s eyes. Men gasped at the sight and lost their lunches. The runners on the paths turned around and sprinted home, even if it meant going an extra five miles. People were pushing past Maura screaming so loudly that she couldn’t even think clearly. She was so close to finally being able to get into her purse, when someone ran right into her, knocking her back onto the bench, the person threw back a hurried “sorry!” and kept running towards the man.  As if on cue, Maura’s watch beeped, signalling that she had missed her soulmate in all of this bustle. She had missed the one opportunity to feel real happiness.

Jane saw the man lift the gun to his head, and took off as fast as she could. She dropped her wallet and looked back to make sure that it landed in the grass. She turned back around just in time to see him pull the trigger. She darted around people who had started to panic and advanced on the man. She jumped over garbage and discarded belongings from people who were just too eager to leave. She felt her ankle roll as she tipped forward, slamming into a woman who just just stood up. Jane threw her head back and yelled out a “sorry!” while limping towards the man.

She got on the phone to call in the scene, when her watch went off. Fuck, she’d probably ran right past her soulmate. Well, that’s just time number 584 that your job has won out over your life, Jane. Maybe you’re just meant be that lonely older detective that everyone shoots sad looks at when other people get married.  Well, at least you can still take people home for awhile, they just won’t ever make you happy.

She felt a tear slide down her cheek as she took in exactly what had happened. She had let herself get excited at the prospect, and this what happened. She dialed 911 and scanned the park, maybe she could catch a glimpse of the man who was supposed to make her happy. It could have been a woman Jane, but you’ll never know.

“This is Detective Jane Rizzoli-  badge number Victor-25 and I need to report a self inflicted GSW on an older man in Central Park. No, he’s dead. But, there’s mass panic going on. Okay.” Jane hung up, they said they’d be there in two minutes. So, that meant that it was okay to cry for a minute, right? No one would have to know, she’d tell Frost that she had lost her watch and that she’d find it someday. Too bad it would be too late.

Maura hovered over the body of her latest autopsy, trying her best not to break down. Not only did you miss your soulmate by mere seconds, you also witness this man shoot himself. What could drive a man to such lengths?

Maura cut off the man’s clothes and gasped when she realized that he was also wearing a watch. She was curious and peaked at the time, her heart breaking when she saw his numbers flashing, stuck at 00:00, just like hers. . He had probably been looking for his soulmate too. She heard a knock on the door and got the hand signal that someone was here to view the body. She brought the sheet up over the man and nodded her head at the tech, who opened the door. A red-haired woman walked slowly into the morgue, clutching a watch that matched the man on her table.

“I-I’m here to confirm his identity.” The woman muttered, looking sorrowfully down at the white face. Maura nodded and lifted the sheet back, her heart breaking to hear the sobs of the woman. A glance at the watch showed Maura that this woman’s had also stopped at 00:00.

“I’ve loved him for years, you know. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I just knew. I knew that even though our watches never matched and always said something new, that were were soulmates. Why, why would you do this Patrick?”  the woman burst into tears, grabbing onto Maura to keep her steady.

Maura patted the woman’s back affectionately, letting her cry out all of her pain. Once the woman’s sobs had subsided, and her breathing returned to normal she spoke to Maura:

“I’m sorry, my name is Hope Martin, and that man there- that’s Patrick Doyle Jr. I’ve loved him for years, but he loved his life of crime more. We even had a child together, but- well… she died too. Why does everyone have to die before I get to love them?” The woman started to cry again, this time Maura joined her. Why did everyone have to leave her, before anyone could love her?