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Some more cute au's for all your otp needs

“We take a dance class together and our next routine calls for partnerwork, and we got put togeth-STop standing on my foot!” AU

“We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

“We live in adjacent apartments and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room I’m really sorry oh my god you’re naked” AU

“We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people want photos of us in compromising positions and oops now we’re kissing” AU

“We sat next to each other during a really sad film and now we’re sharing tissues silently whilst we cry at the cinema” AU

“You and I both got arrested for holding up traffic to let a duck with ducklings cross the road and now we’re in the same holding cell” AU

“I was on my balcony playing music and you were walking past and stopped to listen because it’s your favourite band too” AU

“We bonded on the train through our mutual exasperation at another spiderman reboot” AU

“I work at a fruit store and you come in at almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves then leave, and we let you because it gives us something to do but today you made the apples spell” call me"“ AU

"I just came out of surgery and I’m convinced you’re my partner but you’re the just the long suffering (and super hot) trainee nurse” AU

this is what isak and even spent their morning doing which is why there hasn't been an update shhhh

Isak wakes up to the gentle breathing of his sleeping boyfriend against his nape, one arm curled around his waist and the other resting against his thigh. They’re tangled together in Isak’s blanket and the clothes they’d stripped off each other last night; Isak is pretty sure that the jeans chafing against his leg belong to Even.

He swiftly twists around in Even’s embrace, trying to displace his limbs as little as possible. Luckily, Even seems to be sleeping more deeply than Isak’s ever seen him. He himself feels incredibly well-rested like he hasn’t in years.

The sun is fully up so Isak guesses that it’s past 8, if not later. He decides that he can get away with spending a few minutes just looking at Even in a sleep so peaceful Isak wishes they didn’t have to get up for school. His gaze runs over long eyelashes and plush lips, and finally he’s not able to resist leaning in to nuzzle Even’s nose with his own.

“You’re the loveliest boy in the world,” he whispers, so softly he can barely hear himself. “Man of my dreams. Love of my life.”

Even stirs then, bringing up one hand to run long fingers through Isak’s tangled hair. He feels Even shift his legs, then the arm around his waist tightens and suddenly Isak’s on his stomach on top of Even, who grins at him.

“Love of your life? I’m flattered.”

Isak blushes all the way down his chest. Even chases the rush of pink with his lips and they spend quite a bit more than a few minutes fumbling with hands and mouths and other things until Isak is left panting Even’s name through kiss-swollen lips, fingers clenched in Even’s hair as he leaves a trail of hickeys all the way from Isak’s throat to the faint line of hair that disappears into his boxers.

A sharp rapping at his door jolts them both out of their skins, and Isak wants to throw a pillow at whoever interrupted them.

“You’re going to get kicked out of school if you miss any more class, Isak!” Eskild calls through the door.

Isak checks his phone. It’s almost noon.

“Shit.”

In record time, they’re both dressed and out the front door, Eskild shaking his head with a combination of amusement and pride on his face as he stuffs lukewarm fish cakes into their hands.

They devour their pitiful lunches on the bus, Even grasping Isak’s chin with slightly oily fingers and bringing him in for a kiss. Isak can only lean against his boyfriend’s chest and kiss back with fervor, not giving a damn about the eyes he feels on his back.

They arrive with about ten minutes left in the lunch break so Isak tugs Even by the hand into a mostly empty classroom where his friends are gathered in the back corner, crowded around Mahdi’s phone screen.

Jonas looks up first to see Isak, and immediately beams at the sight of Even’s fingers entwined with Isak’s.

“About damn time,” he raises his hand for a high five, which Isak reciprocates with a sheepish grin. “What’s up, Even?”

Magnus and Mahdi greet them with equal enthusiasm, and Even settles into easy conversation with them almost at once, Magnus saying something about how they should all get together for FIFA sometime this week. Isak lets their discussion fade into the background of his consciousness, and Jonas grasps his shoulder.

“Hey, man. I’m proud of you.”

Isak bites his lip and, without breaking his grip on Even’s hand, brings Jonas in for a one-armed hug.

As they pull away, Jonas looks him straight in the eye, suddenly all seriousness. “Make sure he knows that if he ever hurts you, I will be the first one to kill him.”

Isak nods. He doesn’t doubt Jonas will keep his word.

Even looks down at him then and, without much warning, plants a kiss on his cheek. Mahdi grins at Isak, who can feel his skin burning bright red again, but Magnus coos, “Aw, you guys are so cute it’s gross,” and Isak knows that everything will be just fine.

Holster Has Made Out With Everyone 11) Senior Year: Nursey

Nursey has never looked less chill. He’s practically vibrating as he props up the wall in the attic. “Bro, I don’t think I can.”

“Nurse,” says Holster, wondering where he went wrong. “Bro. It’s dibs. Isn’t this literally what you’ve been working for all year? You cleaned my haunted jockstrap. Twice.”

“Yeah,” says Nursey, spacing out. “But Ransom asked Dex yesterday.”

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He doesn’t know what else to do, so he texts Bitty. Help?

C’mon over, baking cookies.

Dex looks down at his phone. Sugar, butter, and flour aren’t going to help. His stomach twists. The thought of food makes him want to hurl. He thinks about Bitty, though. His ridiculous undercut, the way he always smiles and offers the team food when they’re studying. Bittle is a human ray of sunshine and Dex feels cold. Be there in ten.

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204. We are not allowed to send fake anonymous love letters.

A/N: Dedicated to Anon. Without you, we wouldn’t know how bad James are Remus are at writing love notes. Well done.

James startled in his place when a giant book bounced on his bed directly in front of his view before tumbling off the side of the bed and landing on the ground with a resounding THWAK.

He looked up quickly to see Remus standing at the edge of his bed, his arms folded tight, and a deep frown etched on his face.

“Are you,” James paused, his eyes glancing at the fallen book on the floor before continuing hesitantly, “okay?”

“If I have to write one more word about why werewolves are dangerous,” he started, his eyes going darker with every word, “I’m going to find Professor Creed and show him just how dangerous werewolves can be.”

James flinched slightly, putting his own book away as he said, “Yeah, this assignment is bloody ridiculous. It won’t be a surprise when Creed isn’t invited to stay to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts next year.”

“He better not be,” Remus answered with a huff, sitting down against the edge of James’ bed.

“What do you want to do?” James asked, willing to put aside anything he needed to get done to spend time with his friend, “Sirius is at detention for back-talking and Peter is being tutored, but you and I could pull a prank on someone without them.”

“I think that any prank I’d come up with now would be too violent,” Remus admitted, “And likely have dire consequences that get us into loads of trouble.”

“Well,” James shrugged, “I’d stop you from doing anything too violent, and you know me. Loads of trouble isn’t something that’s likely to deter me from doing something I want to do.”

Remus smiled softly, letting out a brief chuckle, “I suppose that’s true.”

James lifted his fingers as he started counting off the list of ideas for pranks they could pull, “We could find Snivellus and charm his robes to be a different color again. Or we could reorganize all of the books in Creed’s office so he has to re-do them in the order he wants them in. Or we could pretend to be ghosts and hide in the bathroom stalls and freak people out when they’re trying to go.”

Remus shrugged, tilting his head as he thought about the merits of each different idea. He opened his mouth to comment when a bright pink slip of paper caught his eyes on the edge of James’ nightstand.

His mind diverted from their previous conversation, he pointed to the paper and asked, “What’s that?”

“Oh,” James rolled his eyes after looking to see what Remus was pointing to, “Just some dumb secret admirer note someone sent me this week.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “A secret admirer note?”

James nodded, “Yeah, I guess someone saw me playing last week and decided they wanted to send me a note to tell me I was good and stuff.”

“Why is that dumb?” Remus asked confused.

James snorted, reaching over to grab the paper and handed it to Remus for him to read.

My Dearest James,
You’re swift on a broom, as fast as can be.
I wish there was some room, so you could fly with me.
When I see you on the field, you make my heart soar.
I can’t wait until the next game, where I can watch you more.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer

“That’s,” Remus paused as he tried to think of the right words.

James suggested, “Creepy? Slightly stalkerish?”

“I was going to say terrible and a little over the top, but your words work too,” Remus admitted with a laugh.

He handed the note back, watching as James threw it on his nightstand, not wanting to deal with it at the moment, when the idea popped in his head.

“We should write secret admirer notes.”

James scrunched his nose skeptically, “Okay? Who do you want to write a note to?”

“No,” Remus corrected him with an eye roll, “Not serious secret admirer notes. We should write some as pranks.”

James eyes lit up as he jumped up from his spot on his bed, “That’s a fantastic idea! I think that I have some parchment in my nightstand if you want to grab some.”

Remus crawled to the edge of James bed and looked through his nightstand to find the spare parchment, “What are you grabbing?”

“I think Sirius has some ink I want to use,” James mumbled, looking through Sirius’ chest.

It was long before he let out an “Ah-ha!” and turned around, holding a small bottle of ink triumphantly.

Remus reached out, grabbing the bottle from James and looked at the label on the side, “Glitter Ink. Why on earth does Sirius have this?”

James shrugged unconcerned, “Why does Sirius have anything he has? I try not to question it too much.”

Remus snorted, handing the bottle of ink back to James along with the parchment.

“You should write the note,” James decided.

“Why?” Remus asked.

“Your handwriting is better than mine.”

“So?”

“So, we want them to be able to read the note.”

“If you write slowly, people can read your handwriting too,” Remus paused before adding, “Besides, if you write in cursive your handwriting looks like a girl’s.”

James scoffed, “No it does not.”

“It does a little.”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll write the notes. Give me that,” he took the quill from Remus’ hand, ignoring his smug smile and dipped the quill in the ink.

“Who should we write the note to?” James asked.

They sat silent for a moment before they both answered simultaneously, “Snivellus.”

James started.

My dearest Snive-

Remus grabbed the parchment out from under James and crumpled it up before throwing it away.

“Hey!”

“You can’t write Snivellus,” Remus scolded him, “That makes it obvious that it’s us.”

James nodded, “Sorry, you’re right. Force of habit. Let’s try that again.”

My Dearest Severus,
Your large sulking figure reminds me of a bat,

“This is supposed to be a love note,” Remus reminded him.

“Just wait and see,” James promised him.

When I wake up in the morning, I wonder where you’re at.

“Oh-kay,” Remus said slowly.

“You’re turn,” James prompted him.

“My turn?” Remus asked incredulously.

“Well,” James sighed, “I’m not writing this on my own. That would be weird.”

“Yes, that’s what’s weird about this whole situation,” he answered sarcastically.

“This was your idea!” James reminded him.

“Fine, fine, just let me think for a moment.”

Remus was silent, his lips moving slightly as he muttered to himself before saying, “Alright, write this down.”

I wonder if my fingers in your hair could go through,

“That doesn’t even make sense,” James complained.

“You hush and write,” Remus ordered him.

Would you let me touch it and maybe use shampoo?

“That’s gross,” James declared, “I feel dirty now.”

“That sounded a lot less sexual in my head,” Remus admitted.

Laughing James said, “You’re terrible at this!”

Remus argued, “You are too!”

They both laughed together, looking at the terrible note they’d written, unsure what to do with it.

“Should we finish it and send it?” James asked.

“It feels…wrong,” Remus said.

James nodded, crumpling the paper up and throwing it into the waste basket, “Let’s start from the top.”

Remus put his hand on James’ arm, stopping him from starting and suggested, “What if we write love notes to Sirius and Peter instead? I think we’d feel less creepy and we could see their reactions better.”

James nodded, “That is a great idea. To My Dearest Sirius it is.”

“Hey,” Remus added as James began to write, “When we’re done with this, let’s go reorganize Professor’s Creeds books in his office.”

James smiled widely, looking like a Cheshire cat that got the cream, “There’s nothing that would delight me more.”

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BONUS:

“C’mon Sirius, we’re waiting for you,” James reminded him, leaning against his four poster bed.

“I’m almost ready,” Sirius grumbled, rifling through his trunk to find his money pouch to throw in his bag.

The four were about to leave the castle grounds to head to Hogsmeade and were waiting on Sirius to finish grabbing his stuff before they left.

Remus hummed disapprovingly and lectured, “If you would organize and clean out that trunk every once in a while, you’d actually be able to find your stuff when you looked.”

“My organization system is fine, thank you very much,” Sirius clipped out, sniffing a pair of socks he pulled out before making a disgusted face and throwing the socks in the corner where his hamper was.

James rolled his eyes and glanced over at the head of Sirius’ bed, where a slip of parchment caught his eye.

His heart pounded as he recognized the writing and he eagerly jumped forward to pull it out from under Sirius’ pillow.

“What’s this?” he asked teasingly, waving the letter in the air.

Sirius looked up to see what James was holding and froze in his spot. His eyes went wide briefly before he shrugged casually, “It’s just something I’ve been meaning to throw away.”

“Oh yeah?” James challenged, “Is that why you keep it under your pillow? Do you sleep with it every night? Read the words before you fall asleep?”

“What is it?” Peter asked eagerly, stretching his neck out to try and see what it was.

“It’s nothing,” Sirius said, “Now give it back.”

James opened the parchment, turning to Remus and winking before he read:

“My Dearest Sirius,”

“Stop it,” Sirius said, “It’s stupid, I know. I’ve been meaning to throw it away, but just haven’t. You don’t have to –,”

“When I see you swagger into the Great Hall in the morning,”

“Oh, is that what they call it? Swaggering?” James teased.

“Ha ha. Okay, you got me. Give it back now,” Sirius said humorlessly.

James continued:

“I can’t help but to think that your body needs a warning.”

“A warning for what?” Remus asked, his eyes sparkling more than normal, “for the days that you decide to have an impromptu breakfast chili with extra beans and spice?”

“I stand by that breakfast,” Sirius answered firmly, placing his hands on his hips.

“Your rock-hard abs are something I desperately want to see,”

“Rock hard abs?” Peter squeaked out with a guffaw, “What rock-hard abs?”

“Har har. You’re all hilarious,” Sirius said as the other three laughed.

“Wait,” James said, holding his finger up, “It gets better.”

“If only you knew what you do to me.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” James said. 

Remus laughed as he walked over to Sirius and thrrew his arm over the other man’s shoulders, “It think it’s sweet. You do something to them.”

Sirius scoffed, ducking under Remus’ arm and taking purposeful strides over to James.

Seeing that Sirius was coming his way, James quickly jumped away, walking around the room to get away as he read faster:

“Everything about you is supremely divine,
My only wish in life is that you could be mine.”

Sirius caught up to James and snatched the parchment out of his hands.

James jumped onto his bed, taking a bow to Peter and Remus who began to applaud and finished, “With lots of love, your secret admirer.”

“Bravo!” Remus called out, “A true work of art!”

Sirius barked at the others, “Alright, alright. You all had your fun! Now get out of here.”

“You still haven’t found your money pouch yet,” Peter reminded him.

Sirius waved them away, “I’ll find it and catch up to you guys in a bit.”

“Works for me,” James said with a shrug, jumping down from his make-shift platform and nodded to the others to follow him.

“We’ll see you and your rock hard abs soon,” he said with a wink, bouncing out the door.

Remus laughed and added, “Don’t take too long swaggering to where we are.”

Peter laughed, waving good-bye not bothering to try and add anything.

As soon as the three were gone, Sirius let out a deep sigh.

He walked over to his trunk, glancing at the letter briefly before folding it nicely and placing it in a small compartment at the bottom of his messy trunk.

No one had to know.

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inspired by these events

Library AUs
  • You’re in my spot AU
  • It’s a week before finals and you’re actually sitting in front of one of the computers on a laptop??//??
  • You found me crying in the corner because I have no idea what my assignment even is
  • You keep requesting the book I need so I can’t have it the whole time and we leave each other passive aggressive notes in the margins
  • “Can you please help me reach the book up there? I’m too short to reach it and you’re the hottest tall person I’ve seen around”
  • I don’t mean to sound like a creep but I couldn’t help but notice you borrowed my favourite book and I just wanted to tell you that you’ll love it
  • I don’t mean to sound like a creep but I couldn’t help but notice you borrowed my least favourite book and I just wanted to tell you that you’re gonna hate it
  • Your headphones aren’t plugged in all the way and I can hear your music
  • I fell asleep and you’re the person who woke me up when the library started closing

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Howdy, kiddos! So @imageneralweeeee has had a kinda bad day today, and because this was a lil fic idea she gave me a while back, I figured today is the perfect day for it. I hope this brightens your night even just a lil, Charleigh, and know that even tho you’re an ocean away, I’m sending you lots of love and I hope tomorrow is a much, much better day for you! <333

Prompt: Washington supporting Alex, Laf, John, and Herc at their first Pride Festival. Washington gets a little… intense… about his show of support.

Alexander was in the back of the Washington’s car, squashed between Lafayette and Hercules, who were making googly eyes at each other over the top of the smaller boy’s head.

“Why didn’t you two just sit next to each other?” he muttered, arms crossed.

“Mon ami, you are keeping us, how you say, civil, in the company of others,” Laf said.

“Oh my god, Laf, TMI!” John said, turning around from the passenger’s seat. He shot Alex an apologetic look. “Sorry, babe,” he said with a wink.

Alex grumbled something incoherent and lightly banged his head against the headrest. Laf pulled his adoptive brother into his chest.

“Ahh, mon ami, shhh, Hercules and I will, how you say, stop.”

“Oh my god you know how to stay ‘stop,’ Laf!” Alexander groaned. He could feel Laf smiling. Despite his squabble with Laf, Alex was content with resting his head against his adoptive brother’s chest until the car came to a halt.

“Okay, boys, we’re here!” George exclaimed.

“Mmm?” Alex mumbled. He’d half fallen asleep for the last leg of the ride.

Lafayette laughed. “Come on, mon ami, up! Your John is awaiting you.”

Alexander looked up and sure enough, John had the car door open and his hand outstretched, waiting for Alex’s to fill it.

Alexander grinned and climbed over Laf to get out. Laf grumbled a bit, but he mostly chuckled.

Soon Alex’s hand was in John’s, right where it belonged, and Laf’s was in Herc’s and Alexander was no longer between the two of them, thank god.

Washington led them toward the festival, first ushering them over to a booth selling various flags. “Okay, boys, I want each of you to pick one out,” he said way too seriously for someone who was just buying flags.

But Laf just shrugged in response, a grin on his face, as he chose the pan flag. Herc did the same. Alexander grabbed a tiny bi flag right away, and Laurens a gay one. Washington beamed at them all as he held up a flag of his own. It read: Proud Parent of a LGBTQ Youth!

Alex blushed and Laf laughed, Herc joining his boyfriend in a round of laughter that was so intense, neither of them could talk for a few minutes. Laurens shook his head in amazement. Alex reached out and gave his hand a squeeze as the cashier rung the flags up. Alex was slightly worried that maybe this brought back unpleasant memories, or made John jealous, but his boyfriend’s face revealed no signs of that. He just seemed content.

Washington set the boys loose to explore the festival. Alex raced toward the cotton candy booth, John in tow, while Laf dragged Herc to the slushies one. Once they’d all gotten their respective treats, they walked up and down the lane of vendors together, checking out each booth on their way.

“I wanna get a tattoo,” Herc said, pointing to a booth that had various LGTBQ+ tattoo designs on display.

“Your parents would, how you say, murder you,” Laf deadpanned.

Herc stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend. “I’ll get it someday. Maybe after college.”

Even though it was the summer before they left for college, it still seemed so far away. But it was creeping closer and closer, making Alex enjoy and appreciate their time together even more than he had before. He never wanted it to end.

There was only ten minutes til the live music was to start, so the boys set off to find George again, just to check-in. They were shocked by the state they found him in.

There was George Washington, the usually reserved, cool, and collected state senator, with rainbow suspenders, a rainbow bow-tie, and three flags painted on his face–– the pan one on one cheek, bi on the other, gay on his forehead. He was walking down the rows of booths proudly waving the flag he’d purchased before.

“Oh my god,” Laf said, covering his mouth with his hands.

“Dear lord,” Alex murmured, secretly impressed and grateful.

Herc was full-on grinning, pumping his fist in the air. “Ya-hoo, Senator Washington!” he shouted.

Laurens was crying. Alex turned to him quickly. “Babe, you okay?” He pressed his forehead up against his boyfriend’s.

“Your dad is so… so amazing,” he said with a sniffle. “I love him.”

“And he loves you,” Alex said, pulling John in for a hug. “And so do I.”

John’s eyes widened. This was the first time love had come up between them.

“John Laurens, I love you.” Alex said firmly.

“Alexander Hamilton, I love you,” John whispered back.

They kissed in the middle of the sidewalk, Laf and Herc cheering, George clapping and dancing around in a way that would’ve been so embarrassing had it not also been so supportive and wonderful and unexpected from the man.

When the boys pulled away, the first singer had just taken the stage. They turned their attention his way as his opening line echoed throughout the festival: “Let’s fill the world with music, love, and pride!”

“Do you think she‘ll like it?“

Request: “Cute imagine idea: Tyler playing ukulele for your pet“

(A/N): Simple but effective. I like your thinking, thank you for submitting x (Y/F/N) stands for (Your/Full/Name)

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It‘s not an usual thing to come back home from work to your boyfriend sitting on the floor, with his ukulele in his hands and your little kitten across from him, attentively listening to every word that‘s coming out of his mouth. The two of them are on the marble floor even though they‘re surrounded by couches and chairs. It‘s not normal but the again, it‘s not odd. Actually, the situation seems utterly pure. They probably didn‘t hear you entering the house, so neither of them pays attention to your presence. Just when you were about to say set a foot into the living room, Tyler speaks up so you stop in your tracks.

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WOAHHHHHH HEYYYY omg wassup yall its been ages. Fucks sake being an adult took my life over.
Give me a few hours to catch up with the latest Drarry stuffs omg im dying to read a fic.

Shit how you all doing with the whole america thing? Ffs everything is a mess in the world. If any of my besties on here changed their urls message me your new ones.

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Fluff Friday: November 18 “Big & Little”

Not particularly shippy. Featuring: Sakura and Kakashi, with guest appearances by Naruto, Sai, Yamato, Tsunade and Shizune. Would nod vaguely at canon if they were to pass in the street.

This is de-aged fic. Neither Sakura nor chibi!Kakashi are particularly thrilled, but Naruto thinks it’s hilarious.


Sakura’s just coming up on the end of a long, long hospital shift when she hears the commotion in the lobby. She pauses, letting her attention stray from the medical chart she’s updating to trying to decipher the noise two floors down, but the distance muffles everything to only the dull rise and flow of voices. She cocks her head, listening to no avail.

“Haruno-sensei?” the chūnin perched on the bed dares prompt.

She frowns and shakes her head, turning back to her patient. If she’s needed, Shizune will send one of the nurses to fetch her. Until then, she has work to finish.

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Ink on Paper - momecat, stormboxx - SKAM (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

So here’s the English version of the fic @momecat and I collaborated on! We would LOVE IT if you gave it a read! <3

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: SKAM (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen
Characters: Isak Valtersen, Jonas Noah Vasquez
Additional Tags: Teen Romance, High School, Texting, One Shot, Missing Scene, Friendship, Canon Compliant, Swearing, media fic, Chatting & Messaging, Chatlogs

Summary:

Almost a week has passed, and there’s finally a sign of life from Even. Miss you. It’s hard not to smile. And Jonas can be one stubborn motherfucker.

Lil Bro: Hi, My Name is -

Fic: Hi, My Name is -
Fandom: The Flash
Pairing: Barry Allen & Mick Rory; background Mick Rory/Leonard Snart
Series: Lil Bro AU

Summary: In which Barry Allen meets Mick Rory for the first time.

A/N: prequel to my “Lil Bro”, first in the series

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Ms. Tracey’s office doesn’t get any less awful after the first few times Barry’s been there.

For one thing, it’s bright yellow, even though Barry’s told Joe that the color makes him queasy. It’s supposed to be soothing or something, but the color – and the awful flowers painted on all the walls – just make Barry nervous.

He doesn’t want to go. He hates talking to Ms. Tracey.

But Joe said that talking with Ms. Tracey, who was the state-sanctioned psychologist he knew best, was the only way Barry was going to get to stay with Joe and Iris, so Barry goes.

“So, Barry,” she says. “Let’s talk about your mother’s death.”

Barry bites his lip. This isn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation, and it’s just as awful every time. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

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