he had green eyes right

Start a Fire - Rowaelin AU

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The DJ was really good, Aelin noticed, surprised. 

But the fact that she could still have a coherent thought after the amount of booze that she had drunk was the real surprise. Or not, considering that she was drinking that same amount for two weeks now. She must be gaining at least a little resistance.

Dammit, she thought. Now she couldn’t even be drunk properly.

Aelin scanned the dance floor again while still sitting in the bar. Looking for a victim.

A young man with brown hair looking in her direction caught her attention, but she shrugged, turning her head the other way. The man was handsome, but the color of his hair reminded her of another boy, from another life.

Aelin emptied her glass, and made her way towards the dance floor.

Rowan was hunting. He’d been hunting for the past two weeks now, going in every club in town,  drinking only enough to make himself less intimidating, hunting someone as desperate as him to muffle the screaming in his head with another type of scream.

Every night he found someone, and every morning that painful scream was louder, and his heart, colder. Which was perfect for his job, but not so much for his mental health.

He was surveying the dance floor, eyes skipping almost automatically any girl who resembled her even a little, when he saw someone who caught his attention.

She was dancing right in front of him, with her eyes closed, her golden hair reflecting the red light in the club, her body swaying with the music, while a boy with black hair behind her had his hands in her hips and was trying to move in the same rhythm as her. She was wearing a black skirt and a black blouse, long-sleeved but with a very, very nice cleavage. Rowan was expecting to see heels in her feet, but she was wearing black ankle boots.

Suddenly, she raised her head and opened her eyes, like she was forced back into reality. Rowan felt like he was looking in the mirror, seeing the numbness, the lack of feeling in her expression, those dead eyes.

Those eyes focalized on him, and, like she was putting on a mask, her face turned into something similar to interest, a smirk forming as she measured Rowan’s body. One of her eyebrows had raised when she finally looked into Rowan’s eyes.

A challenge. 

And Rowan had found his prey.

If Aelin was sober, or maybe if she cared, the way that that silver haired man was looking at her would’ve sent her running. 

But he was everything she was looking for at the moment. Dangerous. So handsome. And, by the look in his face, wanting to use her in the same way she wanted to use him. Maybe this guy would be able to make Aelin feel something, even if just for a few hours, even if later, she would be deeper in that abyss.

He was wearing a black jeans and a white shirt that gripped tight the muscles of his arms. As he walked towards Aelin, she appreciated the determination in his steps. People moved out of his way instantly, and his eyes kept locked in Aelin’s.

When he got closer, she noticed they were bright green. And were looking at her with such predatory intent that Aelin couldn’t help to lift her chin to face the challenge.

She hasn’t stop dancing since she saw him, but had forgotten the boy she had thought would be her company tonight. Noticing his hands still in her hips, she turned her head back.

“I think I won’t be needing you tonight.”

The guy, too wasted to understand the dismissal, or maybe simply not caring, didn’t move.

Aelin felt a flash of anger. Anger was good. Even if anger was turning as difficult to maintain as any other feeling. She grabbed the guy’s wrist and twisted. “I said… out.”

This got his attention. He pulled himself away from her, shooting her a hurt and confused look.

“What the fuck, you crazy bitch,” he said, already backing away.

Aelin gave him a fake smile. 

“Thanks for the company”, she said, and turned, intending to go look for her new challenge… only to find him already standing right in front of her.

He was smirking, but his green eyes were now impenetrable. He had a tattoo covering his right arm, starting in his pulse and going up, disappearing inside his sleeve, so she couldn’t see exactly where it ended. It seemed like words, but she didn’t recognize neither the alphabet or the language.

Aelin stood still, with her hands on her hips, letting her eyes pass through his body again, slowly, up and down and up again. His eyes flashed with anger with this inspection, and his nostrils flared. 

“Are you done staring?”, he shot, and bared his teeth at her. His voice was rusty, like he hasn’t talked in a while. He had an odd accent, but it wasn’t italian. Irish?

She cocked her head, pretending to think about it. “You’ll do.”

The man took another step in her direction, standing so close that she had to raise her head to face him.

“What was the problem with that boy? You’ve seemed to be enjoying yourself”, he said, his eyes examining every inch of her face, her hair.

“Too soft.”

And it wasn’t a lie. Aelin needed someone hard, cold, impenetrable. Someone who wouldn’t mind her roughness, her lack of feeling. Someone she could use and not feel guilty about it. And this man, with eyes so cold that could freeze her soul if she still had one, would be perfect for the night. Maybe, after him, she could finally start the mission she had in this godsdamed city, and move on.

Gold. Now that he was standing this close to her, he could see that her eyes were deep blue, but with rings of gold around the pupils. And the gold of her hair only accentuated such strange eyes.

To see this eyes sparkling with joy, Rowan thought, must be a sight from heaven.

Oh gods. He was starting to make eye colors descriptions. What was he thinking? He could even remember the eye color of the last woman he bedded. He needed to get done with this girl, soon and fast.

Rowan lowered his head, whispering in her ear.

“And I seem hard enough for you, blondie?” Her smell was a mix of sweat, lavender and something that remember him of fireplaces and bonfires.

“That is something I intend to find out soon enough”, she said, her voice low, but he was too occupied noticing her earlobe to continue the conversation. Strange that it was bare. Rowan would’ve expected that a girl like her would be wearing earrings, big and shiny. What would she do, he wondered, if he bit it here and now?

And, before he could measure the consequences of his action, like he was used to, he did just that.

Use The Spare Bedroom

Summary: Phil starts bringing boys home. Dan starts tweeting song lyrics. 

Word Count: 3436

A/N: List of songs referenced at the end. 

It started one Friday night. Dan was sprawled out on the couch. Laptop up and open to tumblr. He was settled for the night.

Then Phil came out of his room. He was in black jeans and a button up shirt.

‘I’m going out with some friends from uni.’ He announced.

'Oh.’ Dan took a few moments to process the information. 'Since when?’

'About forty-five minutes ago. I got a message and I thought why not?’

'Why not.’ Dan echoed.

'So… I’m not sure how late we’ll be out. Don’t wait up for me.’


Dan didn’t normally get to bed until about 2am on a normal night. He sort of thought he would see Phil come in before he headed off to retire for the night. But at 1.30am when he was heading off there was still no sign of Phil whatsoever.

He was woken up at 3am to the sound of a door slamming.

'Sshh.’ Followed by a giggle. 'My roommate is asleep.’

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Prompt: Theme Q: The secret

Length: 637

Notes: Short, but hey, let’s appreciate the short things (and people coughEdcough) in life.


“Don’t worry, Al.”

“We’re going to get your body back, I’m sure of it!”

“I’ll definitely get your body back!”

Edward quietly hummed as melody, as he walked through some corridors. In his left hand was the report the colonel wanted – he wrote it last night, since he couldn’t sleep. Alphonse was in the library, waiting for him to return.

“Oh? You are the Fullmetal Alchemist, aren’t you?”

He turned around, and looked at some man in the uniform. If Edward could believe the badges that man wore, he was a general.

“And what if I am?”

His tone was cautious, since he didn’t talk a lot with military members outside Roy’s team. In fact, Roy made sure that Edward and his brother hadn’t much contact with anyone he didn’t trust -  and that was just fine with Edward. No matter how annoying it was, that the colonel thought he apparently needed to meddle with Ed’s choice of acquaintances, he appreciated it. After all, he didn’t really want to interact with everyone in the military. He was content with the few people he knew.

“Ah, I’m just surprised to be able to see you. I heard you’re not often here.”

Ed narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, that’s because Mustang sends me on a lot of missions…”

“Huh? You travel a lot then, don’t you?”

“Mhm, always.”

Then the general smiled, before laying his hand on Ed’s left shoulder.

“Isn’t that tiring? Don’t you want a break?”

Ed stiffened at the contact. “No, sir. I’m cont- “

“And I heard you fight a lot with you commanding officer?”

“Uh, yeah… but we do- “

“I always disliked Roy Mustang. A bit too arrogant, don’t you agree?”


“And his behavior in general… he probably still doesn’t know how to handle prodigies like you.”


“In fact, I think you would be better off under someone other’s command… don’t you think so as well?”

… No way… he’s really trying to…

“Well? Aren’t you tired of him?”

… What an idiot.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I disagree.”

The general genuinely seemed surprised, and Ed wanted to scoff. How disgusting.

“Why, if I may ask?”

“That’s simple…”

My and Al’s… secret…

“… he is here.”

My and Al’s… trust.


He’s always here.

“I have to go now.”

With that Ed turned around and walked away. He still had a report to deliver.

“You’re late, Fullmetal.”

“Sorry, I was stopped.”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “Were you now? Or did you try to skip again?”

Ed scoffed, as he stepped closer and threw his report on the colonel’s desk.

“No, some general stopped me.”

Roy froze in his action to grab the report. “What?”

“Didn’t you hear me? Some gen- “

“Who? Why?”

At first, he wanted to insult the other, but as he saw Roy’s serious look he decided not to.

“I don’t know, but he had brown hair and green eyes. And a mole beneath his right eye.”

Roy narrowed his eyes. “General Messler… what did he want from you?”

“Asked me indirectly to join you.”

Roy’s eyes widened and he hesitated for some minutes, before he spoke up again.

“What was your answer?”

Ed stopped himself from answering the question and looked at Roy.

“Colonel… you won’t tell anybody about Al, would you?”

Roy blinked in confusion, but then he scoffed. “Of course not, Edward.”

And it was probably in the way how Roy slipped and used his first name, or how he said these words as if it was naturally and to be expected, but Edward smiled.  


“I declined, and told him it’s because you were there.”

With that he made a turn and left the office. A half hour later Roy realized what those words meant.

He smiled for the rest of the day.

anonymous asked:

In the sith family au can we have obiwan be happy that he gets to meet his grandpa dooku and tahl finds it adorable that the great darth tyranus is cooing and spoiling a 6 year old obiwan kenobi.

Obi-Wan was not sure what he was supposed to think, when his parents told him that they were expecting important company. Every time they said that, it meant that they were meeting someone, who created plans with them. Young Obi-Wan had no idea what that meant, he just knew that he was usually not supposed to talk and interact with those people. His mother said they were dangerous and should be avoided by young little Sith.

But when this ‘important company’ finally arrived, Obi-Wan did not think that he was the same as all the others. No, decided the six year old, this man was different. He was proud and looked a lot better - and older - than the others his parents met. Also, Obi-Wan could feel the Force swirl around him. 

From his hiding place, he was actually peeking through a open door, he watched how his father’s shoulders were clasped tightly, though it seemed to be some kind of caress. 

“What is this,” a female voice whispered right into Obi-Wan’s ear, startling him and making him yelp out in surprise. He had not only alerted the strange man and his father to his presence, but he had also stumbled right into the living room. 

With wide blue-green eyes, Obi-Wan looked at the tall stranger. He was not as tall as his Daddy, but still very tall. All his attention was focused on the brown haired man, whose hair was starting to turn gray. 

“And who might that be?” even his voice sounded cultivated.

Obi-Wan did not dare to speak up, but thankfully, his father came to his rescue. “Master Yan, meet our son Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, meet my old Master Yan Dooku.” 

“It is very nice making your acquaintance, young Obi-Wan,” he inclined his head in a little bow.

Usually such words would not help breaking the ice for a six year old, but Obi-Wan was used to much worse. “Nice to meet you,” he answered instead with a small smile and a little bow. When he looked up again, the other man’s eyes had softened a little. He also felt warmer.

“Obi-Wan,” Tahl had followed her son after his hasty retreat into the living room after her little teasing, “Yan is…”

“Your grandfather,” Dooku did not let the female Sith finish. Immediately three pairs of eyes settled on him, but the oldest Sith in the room, ignored the surprise at his statement. 

Joy sparkled in Obi-Wan’s eyes and it echoed in the Force aura around him. 

Tahl could not quite believe what she was seeing and one brief glance in her husband’s direction told him everything he needs to know, he was just as shocked as she was, perhaps even more. There he was, the great Darth Tyranus, feared throughout the whole galaxy and by all the Jedi, sitting on their couch with a six year old in his lap. And that was not all, he was also listening to every story their young one could come up with , making comments and the appropriate noises just at the right times, meaning that he was truly listening. Also, he was discreetly handing their son cookies every now and then on which Obi-Wan would happily chew, allowing the adults to talk. It was a merry sight, yet also quite unusual. It was also hard to say, who felt more happy and content, Obi-Wan or his new grandfather.

“Grandpa?” Obi-Wan suddenly asked, ignoring the half eaten treat he was still holding.

“Yes my boy?” not even the endearment bothered the usually stoic and proud man.

“What is a Jedi… and why don’t you like them?” Qui-Gon realized that the boy must have been listening after all, at least a little bit.

“That my dear boy, is a long story. One, which I will tell you later.”

“Promise?” his eyes were impossible wide, his tone pleading.

“I promise.” That seemed to be enough for the youngest member of their small family, for he returned his attention to his half eaten cookie.

Tahl and Qui-Gon exchanged an amused look. At least now they knew, were they could ‘dump’ Obi-Wan, when they needed some alone-time…

Seven Days

A/N: this is based off the idea of the ring movies

Characters: reader, readers friend (Brooke), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.

Readers age: 18

Word count: 3493

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, death, angst


“Y/N, come on let’s watch this” Brooke shouted from her living room as you made the popcorn in the kitchen.

“Brooke, I told you I’m not watching that video!” You laughed. Brooke came in the kitchen to talk to you.

“Please Y/N!” She begged, grabbing your arm.

“Have you heard what happens to people who watch that video?” You asked as you took the popcorn off the hob.

“What’s the matter, scared?” She said in an intimidating voice.

“Not scared-” you said as you poured the popcorn into a bowl, “-just concerned”.

“Fine, I’ll watch it by myself” she smiled as she walked out of the kitchen.

“Don’t blame me if you get killed by a crazy bitch with long, black hair in 7 days” you shouted from the kitchen. Of course you didn’t believe in that crazy, old myth. Monsters and ghosts and all that shit aren’t real, but the thought of it scared you.

“It’s literally on for about 2 minutes” she said as you walked into the living room and placed the popcorn bowl on her little coffee table.

“Call me when it’s over, I’ll be in the kitchen getting us a drink”. You went into her fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. You opened yours and took a swig before opening Brooke’s for her. You heard her shout that the video was over and returned to the living room.

“See, it’s over. And no phone call, the myth is complete bullshit” Brooke laughed. As soon as she finished her sentence, her cell phone rang. You both jumped and looked at it on her coffee table. You looked at her concerned, she was too but tried to hide it. “Come on it’s just a coincidence” she answered the call and put it on speaker, “hello?” She said.

“Seven days” a shaky voice replied on he other line, then the line went blank. Brooke looked at you with worry in her eyes. She tried to laugh it off, saying it was probably one of the guys from your school.

“It could have been Ethan, or Adam. Come on that’s something Adam would do.. Isn’t it?” She asked as if she was trying to convince herself, not you.

“That wasn’t Adam’s or Ethan’s voice… It was a girls voice” you swallowed thickly.

“Then maybe it was Maya, or Piper?” She asked again.

“How would they know that you just watched the video? Brooke I’m scared, are your parents home?” You asked as if you were a child again.

“Y/N, your 18 years old! You don’t have to worry about parents being here okay? But if it makes you feel any better, yes. They’re upstairs sleeping.“ She sighed.

“I’m sure it’s nothing!” You say reassuringly as you take another swig of your beer. “I mean come on the myth is that you get a call from a little girl that died, I know we’re crazy… but ghosts?” You laughed, “ghosts aren’t real!”

Brooke laughed, “you’re right! I mean it probably was Maya or Piper, they just had really good timing!”. You both convinced yourselves that it was a prank call. You sat up a little longer and decided to watch ‘the notebook’ until you both fell asleep on the couch.

*next Friday*

“Hey, you guys seen Brooke today?” You asked your friends.

“Uh, no sorry Y/N” Adam replied.

You went about your whole day at school, thinking about Brooke, wondering where she was. Then it hit you, ‘seven days’.

It was seven days after the phone call, and no one had any idea where Brooke was. Thoughts started running through your head about all the terrible things that could have happened to Brooke.

As soon as you got out of school, you drove to Brooke’s house. When you showed up, there was police tape all around the house, 3 police cars and one black 1967 Chevy Impala.

You tried to run into the house but before you could a police officer stopped you. Brooke’s mother saw you and told him it was okay for you to come in. You came in and asked her what was going on.

“Oh Y/N,” she cried, “it was awful! I woke up and found her at the bottom of the stairs and her face was.. It was..” She tried to get it out but she was crying hysterically.

“It’s okay Linda” Brooke’s dad told her as he stroked her back.

“She’s dead?” You asked as tears filled your eyes.

Her mother was only able to nod. You wanted to cry but you held yourself together ‘It has something to do with that video’ you thought to yourself’. A policeman, a small guy with ginger hair, wanted to ask you about Brooke. He wanted to know if she had enemies who could have been after her, or if you had seen her with anyone she wouldn’t normally hang out with. Normal police questions. You broke into tears while talking to the police, you just couldn’t believe that she was dead. You found out some stuff too, turned out that 4 girls the same age as Brooke had been killed in the same way in the last 3 weeks.

When it came to the FBI, they asked some not very normal questions. Their names where Agent Gabriel and Agent Collins. Agent Gabriel was very tall, with hazel eyes and long, brown hair. Agent Collins was tall but a little shorter than the other agent, he had dirty blond hair and green eyes. “Hi you’re Y/N, right? Brooke’s best friend?” You nodded. “Would it be okay if we ask you some questions about Brooke?”

“I just talked to the police” you told them.

“We know but the FBI need to hear what you have to say too, it won’t take long” Agent Collins said. You stood in Brooke’s house with police moving around you, her mother talking to them. Some of them taking some of her personal belongings for DNA or something like that.

“Did Brooke have any enemies that you know of, someone that might have wanted to hurt her?” Agent Gabriel asked.

“Uh no. Well I mean she got in a few fights but, who hasn’t you know?” Your nose was stuffy from you crying so your voice was slightly different.

“How about the other victims, was she friends with them? Did you know the other victims?” Agent Gabriel asked quickly.

“No, Brooke didn’t either”

“How about any funny smells when you were around her? Or any cold spots?” Agent Collins asked.

“No, why?” These were strange questions.

“Just procedure questions” Agent Gabriel smiled. “Did you ever see any black smoke, maybe someone appear and disappear?” He asked.

Appear and disappear? Like a ghost would, like the ghost from the myth of the video she watched. “Why would you ask that?”

The Agents looked at each other, “about the black smoke?” Agent Collins asked.

“No the second thing you said” you were curious to know if these guys knew something.

“Why, did that happen?” Agent Gabriel asked.

“No, I’m just curious as to why you would ask that…" you thought for a second, they must know some thing. “Have you guys ever heard of ‘The Curse Of Belle?” You asked, waiting for their reaction.

Now both of their eyes widened, “what’s that?”

“An old myth, it’s probably nothing” you sighed, playing it cool.

“Tell us anyway” Agent Collins said sternly.

“You know something, don’t you? Something you’re not telling me” you kept your arms crossed over your chest.

“Maybe we know something, seems like you do to” the taller one said.

“Wait until the police have cleared out.. Then we’ll talk.” You told them as you walked away, out into Brooke’s front garden.


After the police had finally left, the agents hung around to get their answers out of you. You stood outside of Brooke’s house, deciding not to bother her mother by staying inside her house for longer.

“So.. This curse-” the shorter one said.

“I wanna know something first” you said, cutting him off from his question. “You’re not really FBI agents are you?”. They both shook their heads. “Who are you?”

The taller one sighed, “my name is Sam, this is my brother Dean, were hunters”


“We hunt monsters, and we stop them before they can hurt anyone else” Dean told you.

“And you’re here because you think this was a monster” you said as a statement and not a question. “Oh my god.. It really was the video” you said to yourself.

“What? What video?” Sam asked you.

“The Curse Of Belle!” You told him. “There’s this video, it’s only two minutes long. And the myth is, you watch this video and you get a phone call from a young girl that died in a well over 100 years ago. Her name was Belle. And when you watch this video, she calls you and says ‘7 days’. And when your 7 days are up, she kills you. I slept over Brooke’s house and she watched the video, and she got a phone call after saying ‘seven days’. We thought it was just a prank.”

“And you’re only mentioning this now because?” Dean asked.

“What? You think if I told the police that my friend was killed by a little girl who’s actually a ghost who’s over 100 years old because she called her after she watched a cursed video that they would believe me?” You said sarcastically.

“I suppose if you put it that way-” Dean started but was cut off by Sam.

“So this girl.. Belle. You know where she’s buried?” Sam asked you.

“They never found her body, she’s still in that well… that’s what the myth says… Wait why do you wanna know where her body is?” You still didn’t understand most of this ‘hunter’ thing.

“We burn her bones, her ghost dies” Dean told you.

“Well good luck burning a body that’s at the bottom of a 100m well, you can’t burn a body that is in water!”

“Thank you captain obvious” Dean said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

“Where is this well? Dean and I will take care of it” Sam said as if him and Dean were about to take off.

“I’m coming with you!” You told them, you didn’t ask.

“Not this again” Dean shouted.

“You’re not coming with us” Sam told you.

“You wanna know where that well is?” Sam nodded, “Then I’m coming with you” you said, walking over to their car. You climbed in and they did the same. As Dean drove, you directed him to the well.


“This is it, this is the well” You told them as you climbed out of the car and walked towards the old, smoky well. It was surrounded by trees, you could barley see anything else but the well and millions of trees. The trees looked white because the area was so foggy and smoky.

You walked over to the well and looked down into it, seeing if there was anything there. Sam quickly ran to you and pulled you back. “You’ve gotta be careful, we don’t know what this ghost is capable of” he said angrily through a whisper.

“Jeez, sorry dad” you said sarcastically. He went back to the back of the car and him and Dean pulled out some guns. “You’re gonna shoot a ghost?”

“Their rock salt bullets, salt is like a poison to ghosts” Dean told you. “You know how to use a gun?” He asked as you walked over and he passed you one.

You picked it up and cocked the gun, you held it perfectly and then rested the barrel on your shoulder. “No I have no idea” you said sarcastically, earning another eye roll from Dean.

“I’ll check over here, you stay with Sam ok?” Dean asked, but he was telling you you had to, it wasn’t a choice.

“Ok” you nodded. You and Sam stood waiting for a sign of something happening, anything happening. You stayed near the well, but Sam made sure you stood a little further from it than he did to make sure you didn’t get hurt. “So you and your brother-” you started a conversation to end the awkward silence, “-you do this for a living?”

“Yeah” Sam replied, not adding much to the conversation.

“Do you ever wish you could change it?” You asked trying not to be to rude.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, you thought he seemed a little angry.

“I don’t mean to pry!” You quickly defended.

“I know, I just don’t know what you mean” he said, this time not seeming bothered by the question.

“Do you ever wish you had a normal life is what I mean, like a normal job?” You asked, he looked down at his gun then back at you.

“Well, sometimes I suppose yeah I do. But I love saving people” he smiled.

“Yeah, you’re pretty awesome” you smiled back.

“Really?” He asked sounding honoured that someone had complimented the fact of him being a hunter.

You smiled, “Of course, I mean.. I wake up in the morning every day and make myself breakfast. You wake up every morning and save the world, that’s pretty awesome to me”. Sam smiled and looked down at the ground. Before you could carry on talking, your conversation was interrupted by a strange noise coming from the well.

“That was her” you whispered.

“What? How do you know?”

“That’s the same voice that spoke to Brooke over the phone”. You and Sam slowly stalked towards the well, Sam looked down and saw nothing but dirty water. “Be careful that well is 100m deep!” You told him. You knew he was a professional and knew what he was doing but you didn’t want him to get hurt.

“I can’t see her, just murky water” he looked down, getting closer to the well. He turned around to look at you, he was about to talk when you realised the girl with black hair covering her face crawling out of the well.

“Sam!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. He instantly turned around and saw the girl, she grabbed him and threw him to the side.

“You silly, silly girl” she whispered as she walked towards you. You pulled the trigger and shot a salt filled bullet at her, she disappeared in the air. You saw Dean running out of the trees towards you and Sam. Sam stood up and looked around.

“What do we do now?” You asked them both. You were still in shock, the fear covering your face.

“We’ve gotta burn her body!” Dean said, him and Sam still holding their guns up to be prepared for when she came back again.

“Dean how are we gonna get her body?” Sam asked, “her body is all the way at the bottom of this well”.

“I’ll do it!” You said, causing both their heads to whip around quickly to you. “I’ll swim to the bottom of the well and get her body” you put your gun down on the floor and took your jacket off, you needed less weight.

“Woah hey kid, I know you wanna help-” Dean started.

“I’m the lightest out of all of us ok? I’m the smallest, which means less weight while bringing the body back up!” You said now untying your shoe laces and taking your shoes off.

“Maybe she’s right” Sam said.

“Are you crazy? We’re gonna ask a kid to swim to the bottom of this 100m well” Dean shouted.

“I’m not a kid, and I can do it ok? I wanna help, please just let me do this” you begged him.

“If you die, that’s blood on our hands” he said worryingly.

“Good thing I’m not gonna die then isn’t it?” You said with a smile, but deep down you were terrified. “This water is dirty so I won’t be able to see the body, I’ll just have to swim until I feel the bottom of the well, then I’ll feel around for her body” you said as you climbed to sit on the side of the well. “You keep her distracted while I’m down there ok?”

“This is reckless and stupid, you sure you wanna do this?” Dean asked you again, making sure you were ok with this.

“I’m sure Dean, I’ll be fine” you said before you jumped down into the well. The water was cold, but not freezing. It had the kind of warm feeling like there was something other than water in the well, but you didn’t wanna think about that. You took a big breath before you swam down head first and kicked your legs rapidly. The well seemed to feel shorter than you thought it would be. When you reached the bottom, you felt around for a body. You really felt the need to breath, you weren’t sure how long you had been holding your breath for. You literally felt like your head was going to explode when you finally felt the body underneath some rocks. You moved the rocks and gripped onto the body tight and let yourself float up with the body still in your hands. You lost consciousness on the way up, letting yourself and the body float to the top.

*Deans POV*

Me and Sam kept an eye out for Belle to show again, we heard noises but we never saw her. I kept watch on the well and saw Y/N float up with the body in her hands. Sam grabbed the body, and I realised Y/N wasn’t swimming, or moving, I wasn’t sure if she was even breathing. “Y/N?” I shouted as I grabbed her and pulled her out of the well. I laid her down on the ground and looked over her body. She looked pale, she looked… Dead. “Sammy!” I shouted to my brother.

Sam wasn’t listening to me, he was throwing salt and gas over Belle’s body, getting ready to burn her. I started doing CPR on Y/N, but nothing was happening. I pressed on her chest, trying to get her to breathe again, but she stayed still. I crashed my lips in hers and blew air into her lungs, she shot up and coughed loudly.

*Readers POV*

You woke up to Deans lips pressed against yours, you could feel him blowing air into your lungs. You shot straight up and coughed all the water out of your lungs. You were still coughing and spluttering after a few minutes. You felt Deans hand hitting your back to help you get the water out and then he rubbed your back to comfort you. “Did I do it?” You asked, moving your wet hair from your face.

“Yeah you got the body, you passed out on the way up” Dean told you, his hand moving away from your back and now on your hand.

“Yeah.. Last thing I remember is grabbing the body and feeling like my head was gonna explode from the lack of oxygen" you sighed. You sat there for a moment, getting your breath back. You heard flames go up behind you as Sam burned the body. When Sam burned the body, Belle’s ghost appeared and then disappeared into the air. She screamed as she went out, she looked like her ghost was on fire as well as her body.


Dean drove you back to your apartment, he insisted on walking you up to your door. Sam waited in the car as you and Dean walked. “So you living her with your parents?” He asked you as you walked along the hallway to your apartment.

“Uh no, I moved out when I was 17 so I could be closer to my friends and school” you smiled. You arrived at your door and stood outside of it so you could continue to talk to Dean.

“If anything like this comes up again, you call us okay?” He passed you a business card. “You were real brave today, never seen someone so eager to help kill a ghost”

“Yeah well, bitch killed my best friend. I would have done a lot more than that to make sure she was gone forever and that she can’t hurt anyone else” you smiled, taking the card and putting it in your pocket.

Dean smiled back and reached out to hug you. You hugged him back, you held each other for a while before he kissed the side of your head. “Stay safe ok?” He asked you.

“I will, you too” you smiled before letting him go and you watched him walk away. You walked into your apartment and looked out of your window, watching Dean walk to his car. He looked up at your window and noticed you, he smiled and waved goodbye. You smiled back and waved too, and you watched the impala drive until you couldn’t see it anymore.

December 11th, 2014

AUTHOR: Anonymous

11th of December, 2014

Alfred F. Jones was being transferred to the USS Spontaneity and promoted to their Junior Science Officer. He would spend the next five years exploring strange new worlds, seeking out new life and new civilizations, boldly going where no man had gone before.

It was a promotion Alfred had been dreaming out since his days at Starfleet Academy, but the American Science Officer couldn’t even pretend to be excited about it. Because whilst he was being transferred, Arthur Kirkland was staying aboard their current ship, the USS Camelot, and Alfred wouldn’t see him for at least five years. And that was definitely a problem, considering Alfred had been secretly in love with Arthur since high school, and couldn’t imagine life without him.

It would have been so easy to take his secret with him to the USS Spontaneity, and Arthur need never know Alfred had been watching him longingly since they were seventeen years old. But Alfred hated himself for even thinking like that. Arthur deserved to know that he meant the entire universe to someone out there, and even if it meant embarrassing himself when he was so close to escape, Alfred knew it was time. This confession was long overdue.

And it seemed fate thought so, too, because Arthur called him one evening and asked to speak with him before his departure. Before he could chicken out, Alfred invited Arthur to his room, saying he had something to talk about as well.

So here they were, sitting on the sofa by the window in Alfred’s room, looking out into glittering space.

“Well, then, Jones, why don’t you go first,” said Arthur, folding his hands gracefully in his lap and putting on the formal air of the Captain he wished to be one day. “What did you want to tell me?”

Alfred had proven his bravery in all kinds of crises aboard the USS Camelot, but nothing compared to the courage it took for him to lift his head and look Arthur in the eyes. It was the scariest moment of his entire life, and for a moment he wasn’t sure he could go through with his confession.

But then his eyes met Arthur’s, that deep green gaze more dazzling than any star system the Science Officer had ever seen, and Alfred couldn’t let him down.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you.”

There. It was out. After all these years of keeping them locked away in his mind, the words slipped out so effortlessly, as if they didn’t spell the end of his life as he knew it. And soon he was gushing forth words he’d been hiding for nine long years.

“That day you showed up at our high school I’d been hearing your name all morning, and I was so excited to meet you. I wasn’t sure why at first, but when I finally saw you outside at lunch and it was like I’d known all along I was born to meet you.

"I was completely swept away by you. And it wasn’t just your looks or your sexy accent…It was your passion. That infectious fire you were spreading around the school with all your talk of Starfleet, and moving to San Francisco just to be closer to the Academy for entry prep courses. I’d never met anyone like you before.

"See, I’d never had a dream when I was younger. Even in high school I couldn’t grasp the idea of the future or figure out what I was supposed to do with my life. I guess I was scared – not knowing what to do or how to make the most of myself. But then you showed up – talking about Starfleet and exploring the universe and making a difference to the human race. And you were so excited about the future and Starfleet Academy that I wanted to be part of it all, too. Suddenly I felt inspired – like I could change the world, like anything was possible! You made me feel as if I had the world at my feet, and I decided I wanted to join Starfleet, too, and be part of something bigger than myself.”

Arthur hadn’t said anything, but Alfred was sure he knew what the other man must be thinking. If Alfred had felt this way all these years, why had he never said anything? He wasn’t normally such a coward, but he had been nothing but shy around Arthur for nine years.

Alfred raked a hand through his hair, desperately, searching for a way to explain that terrible pull that had kept him away from Arthur all these years.

“I wish I could have told you all this when we were still seventeen but I was too scared. I didn’t know how to just go up to you and say: ‘Hey, I’m Alfred. I think you’re perfect, do you wanna go out? By the way, you also inspired me to copy your ambitions for the future so I’m going to Starfleet, too. How about that!’ I knew it would make me sound like a total weirdo and I wouldn’t have blamed you if were terrified and never wanted to speak to me again! I didn’t want you to think I was only joining in Starfleet because I had a crush on you, so I kept away from you for a few days while I tried to figure out what to do.

"And then, before I knew it, it had been a whole week and I hadn’t spoken to you at all. Then it was two weeks, and a few more, then a month…And the longer I waited the more awkward it felt to just go up and try to talk to you. It had already been so long I didn’t know how to change the way things were, and I didn’t want you to think I was joining Starfleet just because I had a crush on you…”

Alfred paused again, realising for the first time that he had been staring at Arthur this entire time, with Arthur’s eyes wide and green looking right back. He had been so lost in his thoughts and memories that he had barely been able to see the Englishman right before him.

But now, looking at Arthur clearly again, he felt his heart swell. This confession might lead to nothing but anguish if Arthur turned him away and called him a creep. But it was still the right thing to do. Just thinking about these memories made that passion that Arthur had awoken in him flare up once again, just like it had that afternoon he’d first seen Arthur at school. All these years that fire, that dream of joining Starfleet, his entire future – it had all been a gift Arthur had given him. And it was about time the Englishman knew it.

“You gave me my dream,” Alfred concluded. “If it weren’t for you, I never would have found my place in this universe, which is right here in Starfleet, so I owe you my entire life, basically.

"But you are my number one dream, Arthur,” Alfred vowed, his voice steady and sincere. “You will always come first. I want to be a great Science Officer someday, but you will always be the most important thing in my life. Without you, I wouldn’t be here in Starfleet where I’m meant to be. Without you…the universe just isn’t as beautiful.

"I know I’m going to the Spontaneity and we won’t see each other for a long time – hell, you might never want to see me again at all. But if you ever need me, Arthur, just call. I’ll always be here for you. I know I’ve been a coward and I should have told you all this a long time ago, but it’s always been true. I’m just sorry I couldn’t be the kind of guy you deserve who could have shown it to you all this time.”

A tingling silence settled over the two men, as Arthur kept staring and it finally dawned on Alfred everything he had just confessed. But rather than panic, he felt oddly empty and blank – like the dark space between the stars.

“I’m sorry, I’ve probably taken up way too much of your time with this dumb stuff,” he said, forcing a smile that he hoped didn’t look as tense and upset as he felt. “And I completely forgot you came here to say something!” he remembered suddenly. “So what did you want to tell me?”

“…I came here to ask if you would like to continue working on the Camelot as our new Junior Science Officer.”

There was another long pause as Alfred worked over the words in his head, taking far too long to grasp what Arthur had just said. He gazed at Arthur blankly, as if caught in a daydream, but even through his dazed confusion something felt off. Arthur looked strange, but why?

And suddenly he realised: Arthur was blushing. The sure, confident, captain-in-the-making was blushing, stammering, and averting his eyes. Alfred had never seen it before, not in nine long years of watching Arthur from afar.

“The choice is up to you, of course,” the Englishman said quickly. “I just…wanted you to have the option, rather than being sent away. You've…been a real asset to the Camelot these past five years and I’d hate to see such talent transferred. So I talked it over with the First Officer, and contacted the Spontaneity and Starfleet Command and called in a few favours from my Academy days…and I managed to get permission for you to stay on board. …If you’d like.”

Alfred still couldn’t manage to open his mouth and say anything. He stared, amazed and somewhat horror-struck, until Arthur finally looked up and met his eyes.

The passion and hope and earnestness in Arthur’s gaze took Alfred’s breath away. It was a look he recognised, despite never having seen it before.

This was the way he had always looked at Arthur.

“But…” said Arthur, his hand inching towards Alfred’s until their fingers brushed together. “What I was really trying to say by all that was…Don’t go, Alfred. Please stay here with me.”

Title: Can You Hear?
Pairing: Victor/Yuuri
Rating: NC17 for some solo loving action
Author’s notes: This is 1000% @fencer-x‘s fault.
Summary: Yuuri needs some physical relief and lets his imagination run on it’s own. Read on AO3

Yuuri let his body sink back against the wall next to his bed as the tension fled his body. Training had been harsh, but at least he was lucky enough to live at an onsen to unwind after a day on the ice. Today had been longer than normal as he and Yuuko had decided to try running through Victor Nikiforov’s new routine together after mandatory practices had ended. His soak in the onsen had relaxed his muscles and relieved some of the soreness he was beginning to feel, but it hadn’t done anything to cure the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

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charluspotters-moved-deactivate  asked:

Because you wanted two lmao here's ANOTHER - "why are you staring at me with this look in your eyes screaming 'fuck me up inside'?? why me????" - wolfstar

Send me a Soulmates AU prompt.

Even though he complained about having to get dressed and go somewhere when all he had planned for the night was to watch Bojack Horseman in his pajamas, Sirius was happy that James invited him to the pub. James’ new girlfriend, Lily, was in the band that was playing that night. Sirius had met Lily a few times and thought she was nice enough. He might as well go see her perform. Besides, he really had a thing for musicians and where better to find them than at a live performance.

He and James sat at the bar as the band got ready. He watched Lily off and on but mostly he watched the crowd. It was getting late and the pub was filling up with people. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lily make a gesture toward them and assumed she was pointing out James to her bandmates. He tried to stay aloof and ignore them- maybe if he acted cool enough one of them would come to him.

There were three of them besides Lily and as they began to play he finally gave in and observed the others. There was a girl with long blonde hair playing a keyboard while fiddling with a laptop. He figured she was adding in some of the cool electronic sounds in the back ground.

Despite his thing for musicians he really didn’t know shit about music.

There was a guy playing the drums. He seemed to be concentrating instead of doing anything fun so Sirius found him boring.

His moved onto the guitar player and was startled to see that he was staring right back at him. He quickly looked over his shoulder, realized no one else was there and then turned back to the band. The guitarist was still staring at him. He was smirking too, like he knew that the staring was unnerving him.

Why are you staring at me with this look in your eyes screaming ‘fuck me up inside’? Why me? Sirius had dated plenty of people before. His last girlfriend had even been a drummer. He was used to dating people cooler than him. So why was this guy, with his curly brown hair and intense eyes, making his heart beat fast and his neck grow warm with just one look?

The guitarist had an amazing voice too and backed Lily up with harmonies that made Sirius’ toes curl. He wanted to hear that voice say his name. Sing it, whisper it, moan it.

He wanted to slap himself for imagining all the things he wanted from this bloke. But really it wasn’t his fault. He was being provoked by that stare.

Later, when the band finished their set and a new one began to take the stage, Lily introduced them to her bandmates. Sirius barely registered the other two and focused solely on the guitarist. It was hard to tell in the dim light at the bar but he was certain those eyes that had been staring at him so intently were green.

“And this is Remus,” Lily said. Remus. Of course a guy that gorgeous had a name like that.

“Sirius Black,” he said as he extended his hand. A part of him was aware that he hadn’t shaken the hands of the other two and only acknowledging Remus was rude, but he didn’t really care. He wanted to touch Remus, brush his fingertips across his skin and count the freckles there.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Remus asked. He smiled confidently and Sirius found himself eagerly agreeing. As Remus ordered for them, he chanced a look at his arm and almost passed out on the spot. He had been with plenty of people but never before had he seen someone with words on their arm that perfectly matched his thoughts.

Suddenly aware of the link between them, Sirius looked down at the words on his own arm and smirked. He leaned on the counter, standing so close to Remus that their shoulders brushed. Remus looked at him, the cocky smile was betrayed by a growing redness on his cheeks. Sirius nodded down at his own arm.

“So, Remus, you think I have an ‘amazing arse’?”

“Well yeah, but I don’t know how you would know-” Remus stuttered before following Sirius’ gaze.

His blush deepened and he quickly looked back up at Sirius. They smiled at each other, and this time it was more than flirtation. Their smiles were full of happiness and excitement and anticipation. As Sirius looked at him he saw that he had been right. Remus’ eyes were definitely green, flecked with just a hint of blue. Sirius could get used to looking into those eyes for the rest of his life. He was already used to Remus’ dirty mouth after all.

What a fucking amazing arse.

The Big Bad Dick

Red Riding Hood AU

Inspired completely by m-arci-a and also written for her.

So yeah. It also has smut. Just.. So ya know. It’s kinda clear by the title though. I’ll just get on it.

“Hey Dean, I’m here,” Castiel called out, pushing back the hood to his bright red cape and poking his head around the tree where Dean was usually wanting for him. But this time, his wolf friend wasn’t there.

“Dean?” Castiel called out in confusion, he went around the tree in one big circle, frowning deeply. Dean hadn’t not been at their meeting place since they first met, and that was ages ago. So why would he suddenly not show up now?

“De-” Castiel cut himself off with a startled scream when he noticed Dean was behind him, sniffing at his cape like there was something wrong with it. Castiel frowned when he stopped sniffing at his cape and moved on to trying to sniff his feet, legs, knees, and- OH.

“D-Dean you can’t sn-sniff me there,” Castiel stuttered shyly when Dean started to smell at his crotch.

“But you smell wrong,” Dean argued, sniffing up Castiel’s body. He pushed Castiel back onto the ground and they both landed in the dust with a low thud. Castiel whined quietly. He had just washed his cloak, and now it was getting all dirty.

“It’s not soap wrong either, it’s someone. You’ve been with someone besides me haven’t you?” Dean glared somewhat in anger at Castiel, making Castiel blink in surprise. He hadn’t been around anyone new except for maybe…

“There was this girl I met in town, Charlie. We played together for a little bit but I don’t thi-”

Played together?! You played with her?!” Dean snapped. He leaned back and reached down, grabbing Castiel’s dick through his pants. It wasn’t a rough touch, it was actually quite gentle, even with the way that Dean’s claws were tearing into Castiel’s pants.

“Did you mate with her Castiel?!”

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ribbonsribbonslalala  asked:

Johnson/Fry Guy where Johnson explains to Fry Guy his dual nature as a side character in canon and a HUGE character in the fandom, and Fry Guy is so impressed he falls in love

a true crack prompt. incredible.


“So, Fry Guy–your name is Fry Guy, right?”

The slender young man in the Samwell t-shirt cleared his throat. “It’s Dan, actually–”

“Great, Fry Guy works! So, Fry Guy, your life is going to be pretty weird for the next few months.”

Dan leaned back in his chair, confused. He studied the face of the man who had walked up to his table and sat down there like he had been invited. (“Hello! John Johnson, former Samwell goalie, current plot device, always omnipotent.”) His hair was brown, and his eyes were…green? Blue? Brown? He definitely had eyes, right? For some reason Dan wasn’t quite able to tell. As a whole, his face seemed to be attractive, but whenever Dan tried to zero in on one feature, it was though his eyes slid out of focus so he couldn’t quite discern anything.

John nodded sympathetically, as if he could hear Dan’s thoughts. “Right, sorry. So much individual interpretation has left my features a bit fuzzy.”

“Oh,” said Dan, because really, what else could he say? John seemed unbothered by his response, taking a sip from a coffee mug Dan could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second before.

“Getting back on topic, your life is going to be very strange for the next two years. You see, I hate to break it to you, but your life…well, it isn’t exactly about you.”

Dan recoiled. “What the hell? How could my own life not be about me?”

John folded his hands on the table. “Well, I know this is all very odd to hear, but you seem to be a secondary character in someone else’s story. And though I know it seems like being a secondary character is unfair, I swear there are parts that are really great! No one dislikes you out there! And honestly, if I were one of those main characters, I’d get sick to death of all the analyses after a while.”

Dan leaned forward onto the table. “I still have no idea what you mean by…well, any of this. But if I’m a secondary character, then who the hell are the main characters?”

For the first time since he sat down, John looked uncomfortable. “Well, um. Do you know…the hockey team?”


“I know. I’m sorry. I know you don’t like them. But the good news is that the fandom loves you! Tons of edits! They put flower crowns on you! Hell, there’s a teenage girl out there right now writing crackfic shipping you and me!”

Dan buried his face in his hands. “I’m still so confused.”

John leaned over and placed one of his hands on Dan’s shoulder, rubbing up and down the arm soothingly. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. I can tell you more. Maybe over dinner?”

Dan peeked out between his fingers. Was John…asking him out? In the crack between his index and middle finger, he could see John looking at him expectantly. (Or he thought he did, anyway. He still wasn’t totally sure on the eyes-having thing.) “Like a date?”

Johnson laughed. “Well, yeah, like a date. That’s the prompt, isn’t it?”

Dan sighed and put his hands back down on the table. Well, John was cute. Dan was pretty sure he was cute, anyway. And his hand was still resting on Dan’s arm, and Dan would be lying if he said there wasn’t something he enjoyed about it. “What the hell. Why not?”

Johnson grinned. (Probably.) “Sw'awesome. We can go to Jerry’s on Saturday. Don’t worry, I don’t need your number or anything, I’ll know it when I have to.” And with that, he got up and strolled promptly out of Annie’s, bell above the door tinkling merrily as the door swung.

Dan stared at the half-filled coffee mug that was still on the table.

Whatever this is, he thought, it’s all that damn hockey team’s fault.

Tots on Tour II (feat. Ashton)

an uh, interesting take on today’s “Fear” theme for @5sos-games‘s 5sos Fic Week… but yeah whatever right? :)

Three year old Jesse Clifford was an excellent hider. This was something you and Michael were very well aware of. Before he was potty trained little Clifford Junior would take to disappearing whenever it was time to change his diaper. It was weird, but funny too; that is, until the smell of his unchanged diaper got to be too much. Then, it was super easy to find him. You just had to follow your nose.

Ashton though, had underestimated just how quiet his honorary nephew could be. You’d warned him of course but Ash had simply puffed out his chest and smirked, confident in his ‘finding’ abilities.

It was now five minutes to showtime and Ash had no idea where Jesse was. He’d begun to feel anxious about an hour into the game of hide and seek but now? Ashton was ready to shit himself. He figured it was time to come clean.

“Michael,” sighed Ash as he entered the green room. “I’ve lost your son.” The low buzz of conversation in the room came to a sudden halt as Michael looked up at Ashton.

“What?” he said.

“Look, we were playing hide and seek and,” Ash ran a hand through his hair, his expression bewildered. “It turns out he’s really good at this game.”

“Oh,” Mikey laughed. “No, yeah I know that. Which way did he go when you were counting?”

“Mate, it’s hide and seek. I had my eyes closed.”

“Bro, you didn’t peek?”

“Guys,” you interrupted them then, waddling into the room behind Ash. “You’re on in like two minutes why are you still here?”

“Ash lost Jess playing hide and seek.” Mikey supplied.

You nodded thoughtfully. “Well, did you peek?”

“No!” Ash shook his head getting exasperated. “You guys are family of cheaters! Don’t you feel any shame?!”

“Ashton, chill.” You deadpanned. “He’s three.”

“Kid’s like a ninja too,” added Mikey. “He makes like, no sound when he hides.”

“Well great,” sputtered Ash. “Now what do we do?”

You are gonna go on stage and perform.” You said. “I’ll find Jess.” When Ash opened his mouth to protest you waved him off. “There’s security everywhere, he couldn’t have gotten too far. And you guys are already late, now go.” you shooed them all out of the room. Michael lingered long enough to kiss you for ‘good luck’ before following his bandmates to the stage. “Plus,” you added darkly under your breath once they were gone, “the kid knows better than to run too far from his only food source.”

You were six months pregnant and on tour with your son, husband and his band. One had to have a certain sense of humor to subject themselves to five rowdy boys for months at a time while carrying a child inside them. For you, that sense of humor was a dark, and slightly morbid one. You often found yourself muttering vague threats whenever you had to do anything even slightly inconvenient.

Like chasing after your three year old while your husband’s ridiculously loud show was about to start playing around you. Since you were nearing the end of your second trimester, you had a significant baby bump going on. Meaning, that if your son was hiding in any low places, he wasn’t gonna be found by you anytime soon. Or at all really.

Praying that this next child was a girl, you waddled over to the side stage entrance, about to try your luck off to the side around there when you heard Ashton cry out. Now curious, you poked your head out of the entry way to get a better look.

Ashton was standing, a hand pressed to his heaving chest as he warily stared down a his drum kit. A drum set that your son was crawling out of, having apparently been hiding behind the base drum.

“I got you Unca Ash!” You heard Jess squeal as Michael cackled in the distance. Ash just shook his head before sending Jesse off in your direction. You saw his mouth form the words ‘jesus christ’ before you focused on your son.

Jesse came barreling towards you, the spitting image of his father at that age. All chubby cheeks and wild dirty blond hair. He even had Michael’s mossy green eyes, right down to the signature sparkle in them.

“Momma! Momma!” He yelled as he approached you. “You see?! I got Unca Ash!”

“Yeah, baby I saw.” You laughed, scrunching your nose at how cute he looked when he was this excited. “You got him so good!

“Yeah I did!” He giggled, again, just like his father; with his whole body, eyes squeezed tight and nose scrunched up adorably. And, as you watched your tiny Michael look alike recount the tale of Ashton’s terrible hide and seek defeat, you found yourself thinking that maybe having another boy wouldn’t be so bad after all.