so he stays at this beach long enough that the coffee shop knows his name

Hamilsquad Monster Headcanon’s

these are kinda kinky kinda sad but here 


(I did these headcanons already but here are some more)

Alex is fast

  • Like… Fast. Especially when hungry.

John refuses to let you guys go walking in the woods anymore because of that time Alex got lost because he ran away to chase a rabbit and you couldn’t find him for almost two hours

  • He literally ran almost three miles after this rabbit in five minutes
  • He then had a panic attack because he was lost and the sun was coming up
  • You found him though, thank God, with just enough time to get him home before he got hurt

He doesn’t like the taste of certain blood – most vampires don’t care but he does

  • He won’t take his steaks as anything but rare but his pork has to be fully cooked or he throws up and gets a nosebleed

He likes to stay up late – it’s either you or John who has to drag him to bed because he goes the weakest for the two of you

But he doesn’t even do things he can’t do in the daytime

  • Literally, it’s like he could go outside and take a walk – he could do something he can only do at night – but no, there he is, writing a thirty-page essay and drinking more coffee at 1 AM

He’s got soft spots though

  • Laf’s wings are his favorite thing like just show him a feather and he’s up like Laf’s wings are warm and Jesus this boy loves being close to his boyfriend like that
  • He’s a kinky boy, suck his neck and he’s just t h er e
  • John can get him in with a blowjob just sayin’ (He could sing at the poor boy, but that would mean sex before bed because nothing turns Alex on more than John’s singing) so he’s just kind of like ‘I’ll let you fuck my throat if you come to bed’
  • Herc just has to give him that look and he’s shuffling quietly into the bedroom

But that’s only in severe cases because, although vampires tend to be fearsome, nothing is scarier than an angry demon, and when Herc is angry, you’ll know

  • It’s the look Alex gets when he’s done something wrong
  • He goes all non-verbal after that and it’s awful because Alex may be the most dreaded species out of all of you guys, he’s still fragile

Hercules hates doing it 

  • But after three nights of not sleeping, Alex still won’t go to sleep, so he kind of has to

Angel!Lafayette: (I said wings like 90 times here much sorry)

Laf has the nicest wings!!!!

  • They’re so soft and warm
  • They’re pure-white, but fade down to a baby-swan grey and they’re so pretty!!!
  • He closes them when he blushes but they’re nice ‘n open when he’s excited it’s so cute he doesn’t even know he does it
  • They provide lots of shade so he’s the best to go to the beach/picnic with because there’s never any sun in your eyes

He sleeps with them like a blanket and encases whoever is next to him as well, usually meaning Alex wakes up with a feathery blanket wrapped around his waist and his actual covers missing

  • But that’s okay though because he’s right up against Laf and that makes him all gushy and gooey and cute
  • and warm Laf’s so warm

The biggest Supernatural fan you’ve ever met

  • Probably has a crush on both Dean and Sam
  • Hates Castiel because he “Looks too much like mon père.”

Also when he stretches, he does this thing that’s just… wow

  • Like the fact that he stretches his arms over his head and it shows off his biceps and toned stomach is enough
  • But then his wings stretch out and the tips point up and god he’s perfect
  • But he does this thing where he’ll keep his wings stretched after he drops his arms down and yawns
  • And then he wraps himself in his wings and it’s like a giant hug!

You, Alex, and John have developed a contest to see who can hug him at the perfect time to get wrapped up in his wings with him

  • And he’s just kind of like “Ah! Bonjour, mon amour!” and he smiles so wide and kisses your forehead, spinning you slightly in his wings and hes so happy I just,,,,,

He wears giant hoodies in public because he doesn’t think they’re as beautiful as everyone thinks they are because… Well…

  • Like most angels, the dude’s pretty old
  • Most monsters like him were kept in circus’, freak shows, things like that
  • He was basically the property of the famous French traveling circus: ‘Nightline Brother’s Travelling Carnival Of Freaks, Mystery, and Tricks!’

The name is burned onto the sole of his left foot, and, even though it’s been almost a century, it’s still there

  • He won’t take off his socks for almost anything because of it

But his wings, they… They’re not great

He’s missing large patches of grey and white feathers here and there, but the skin underneath is all red and rough and bumpy like it’s been burned it’s… It’s not good

  • “I messed up one time… A few times.”

He’s got a few scars on his back and doesn’t like taking off his shirt, because they’re red and angry and pronounced and ugly – not to you, to him – and it hurts him to see them

  • “The people liked it when I screamed, I… I do not know…” He sighs. “It hurt. But it’s okay, I am fine, mon chou. It is over.”

He likes to fly but only does it when he wants - you can’t ask him too because then he’ll think he has to or he’ll disappoint you

  • Yet another side-effect from being a captive for so long

Sometimes you’ll walk into him flying around the bedroom

  • Or the library,
  • He does it in empty shopping centers
  • Hotel hallways 
  • The woods
  • Warehouses

He always has this goofy grin on his face when he flies

  • It’s a reminder that he’s free

You guys are allowed to touch his wings as long as he knows you’re doing it, but the second someone else touches them he has a panic attack

  • “When I was… Uncooperative, they… They used strings. You could never see them, but if I did not want to show my wings they would make me open them… It hurt a lot… Hands just feel the same I suppose?”
  • Unless it’s a little kid, he trusts them because they were always the ones who were gentle with him back in his freak-show days; plus they were the ones who gave him scraps of food and whatnot when they noticed ‘how skinny the bird in the cart with bars is

Also, he can’t have his hands tied - it’s too big a reminder of the shackles he was once bound by - he’ll cry and thrash like a madman because it brings back too many memories

  • Like one time he was kind of freaking out because of something and tried to get his sweater off quickly and in a moment of panic, it got caught around his wrists behind his back
  • He fell to the floor and writhed, shrieking and flapping his wings like a deranged pigeon when Alex went to help him
  • And John freaked, asking if he should just start singing to try and calm the Frenchman down, but Laf only sobbed harder, begging him not to because he didn’t want to lose consciousness like this
  • He only calmed down when Alex managed to yank the sweater off him, and then he curled up, wrapped himself in his wings, practically hiding in the feathers, and sobbed for almost half an hour

None of you left his side though

  • Alex missed work
  • John was tired
  • You were crying
  • Herc was petting his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear the whole time

But none of you left

  • Je suis désolé, mes amours, I just… It is a memory – it just hurts to think about, I am… I am so sorry.”

But the one that really gets you is the scar where his wings meet his skin

  • It’s a deep, dark, unfading scar that he’ll have panic attacks over and point to and all of you guys just know
  • It hurts when it rains and aches when he flies too high

That was the only deformation you asked about, and you were met with a sigh as he rubbed his hand over his tired face

  • “I… They wanted to try to make me human, I suppose? Didn’t get very far – they said the screams were heard for miles.” 
  • He says it like it’s an accomplishment, but you just feel your heart break and you hold him real close
  • He wraps his wings around you
  • And you just sob

“I love you…” You mumble into his skin. “I love you, you and your scars, you and your wings, you. I’m so sorry, Laf, I’m so, so sorry.”

He’ll wake up in the middle of the night panting in a cold sweat at least three times a week - probably more

  • He’ll need someone to hold onto, so don’t get mad if he wakes you up and doesn’t let go for like twenty minutes

He just needs to forget all those nights where he was chained up, alone, in a wooden cart with cold, steel bars on every side, with only the moon and the screams of other “freaks” to fall asleep too


John’s singing is just… Oof

  • The minute those golden pipes start a-rollin’, whoever passes is horny for the rest of the day

He’s never taken a shower without at least one of you there because he legit can’t contain his singing in the shower

  • Laf and Herc are better about that stuff – it doesn’t affect them as much, maybe because they’re older and more dominant
  • But the minute Alex even hears a note out of that boy’s mouth he’s either on his knees and pliant or ready to taste some of that sweet blood (With John’s consent of course)

But he can’t help it, he loves to sing

  • And why shouldn’t he? He’s great at it!!

Sometimes it attracts unwanted attention though

  • They once got into a bar fight because some guys couldn’t keep it in their pants when he drunkenly quietly sang along to Kelly Clarkson while Alex, Herc, and Laf were getting more drinks

Now, your boys don’t get angry easily

  • A bar fight? They would’ve probably given the dudes a few bruises but they’re smart enough to get out of there while they can

But they legit came back to find John pinned against the wall by his wrists, disgusting lips on his neck, writhing as they tried to slip their hands into his pants

  • The pedophiles barely made it out alive

John basically had a constant panic attack for the next few weeks, though, because, although those men did basically try to rape him, it was his fault - he sung

  • He refused to go out for almost a month after that until you and the boys had an intervention of sorts and convinced him that it wasn’t his fault
  • Literally, all Siren’s singing does is turn you on they were bad men and John, please don’t cry, it wasn’t your fault
  • Poor bbyg has a lot of problems

He has bad memories of boats

  • Doesn’t like nets either
  • But he refuses to tell you why

He absolutely despises aquariums and fish stores

Can’t sleep in anything but his boxers and sometimes falls asleep in the bath

Knows a lot about octopi, loved finding Dory and finding Nemo and cried during both movies

  • He’s the baby, though, he’s only about 400 years old

He can control the whole half-fish thing pretty easily

When he was younger he couldn’t control it and would just swim up to shore and then as soon as he’s on the sand whoops he’s on two legs

So sometimes he’s like “Can I join you baby?” While you’re in the bath, and you’re like “Sure, Johnny”

  • And then BAM! THERE’S THE TAIL
  • It’s not gross and slimy like a fishtail oh no
  • It’s got these huge scales that shine in the light and oh my
  • They’re like blue-green and shimmery and soft to touch
  • And his billowing fins are just mmmmm

He sure is one pretty fish


T H I S!! B O Y!!

He’s big

  • Everyone’s afraid of him
  • You were too at first though, so you get it

You know it hurts him though, he always bites his lip when mothers or other men give him odd looks

  • It’s not his fault he’s big
  • But you love him for it
  • More Hercules to hug

He sweet tho!!!!

  • He has to kind of dumb-down the whole ‘I am huge and scary and could bench-press a car
  • He brings you flowers and chocolate and the nicest kisses
  • He holds your hand wherever you are
  • He helps people on the daily it’s like he’s drawn to old women crossing the street and men dropping their groceries
  • He’s a softie and sleeps with a teddy-bear you bought him as a joke (it’s not a joke to him he loves it like it’s his child) called ‘Rolo’

Sometimes people try to fight him because it’s that old prison standard of ‘punch the toughest guy and you’re looked up to

  • And he would never hurt a fly
  • So he ignores them

But sometimes they’re fucking stupid and they go for you to get to him

  • Ex: “Hey, baby, want me to show you what a real man is?” – “If your mouth fits around his dick, it’ll barely fit around mine.” – “Ey, girl, bet you look real pretty on your knees, huh?”

His eyes go all red and there’s just something about him that makes everyone in the vicinity shrink but not scream

  • And he gets real close to the dude
  • And honestly if you weren’t right there he’d probably snap the dude’s neck and go on with his day
  • But you are, so he just stares right into the guy’s eyes, and makes a milkshake out of his soul

It usually gives him a nosebleed but it’s whatever

  • He protected you
  • That’s what matters

But usually after something like that he gets all quiet and stays somewhere between angry and timid

  • The guys freak out when you come home, of course, but he just says he’s tired and goes off to sleep
  • You’ll have to explain to him that you aren’t angry at him

“But… Are you… Scared? Of me?”

Give this boy a lot o’ hugs he needs it

He’s vv warm!!!!

  • He can’t sleep with the covers on because of it but you make him anyway because he’ll catch a cold like that
  • He does it for you but kicks them off in the middle of the night just because it’s like a sauna otherwise

He has horns but they’re not as pronounced as they really could be because he used to cut them off to look more human

  • He’s really the only one out of the four of your boys who went through that oppressive stage
  • It really hurt him
  • And he won’t answer anything you ask about it

So they’re a bit like baby deer horns, tiny stubs of wood-like bone that you can see

He only lets you guys touch them though because he trusts you

It’s You - V


SUMMARY: It’s been 2 years since Sebastian’s fiancé died and his friends and family have been telling him to move on because that’s what’s best for him. Then, one day he suddenly bumps into you and theres an instant connection.


AUTHOR’S NOTE: OH MY GOODNESS IT’S BEEN FOREVER!!!!!!!!!! This is kind of a filler chapter ://////// and it’s short. But it’s here, finally. Let’s see…… I don’t think I have anything else to say…. (i’ll tag everyone when i get home!!!!!!)


you - bold

sebastian - italic


Dinner went over better than Sebastian had thought. He laughed, told some stories, and had a couple of drinks. He couldn’t thank his friend enough at the end of the night.

“Hey,” his friend placed a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. “I’m not sayin’ it’s gonna all change from one day to the next, but I’m really proud of you for coming to hang out with us tonight.”

Sebastian looked down at the floor for a second before looking back up at his friend and nodding. “Thanks, man.”

They both hugged before Sebastian shuffled out into the cold New York street. He looked around and found a yellow cab coming his way. He held his hand out in the air and the cab pulled over for him. He hopped in, gave the driver his home address and off they went.

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A/N: Inspired by this post. Bellarke Modern AU.

your eyes look like coming home


Summer always comes when you least expect it.

One day you’re fighting the cold of winter, wool sweaters warming freezing skin. The cold blends seamlessly into spring. Days are longer, the sun bright and cheerful in the sky during the day before settling to sleep in the cool nights.

But summer comes with no warning. The sun bakes down, scorching sidewalks and skin alike. Sunglass tan lines and red noses cover smiling faces. Summer comes with no warning but it’s always welcome.

On days like today, when the temperate hits the rare and dreaded three digits, Clarke heads to the beach. One of the upsides of living in a sleepy ocean town. She stops for an iced coffee on the way, pays for the car behind her because she believes in paying it forward when she can, and presses the Bluetooth button on her dash.

“Call Octavia,” she says out loud as she makes a left hand turn out of the parking lot. It takes five rings before her best friend picks up.

“You better be in or on your way to the hospital for calling me this early,” comes her sleepy voice on the line.

Clarke laughs and takes a sip of her coffee. “Want to meet me at the beach?”

Octavia sighs heavily and Clarke can hear the rustling of blankets. “It’s like nine in the morning. Why are you going now?”

“Because it’s going to be hot as hell today and I want to beat the crowds. I have everything we need, just bring your sweet ass and some drinks.”

She can practically hear the evil grin when Octavia responds with, “Alcholic?”

“Bring your flask,” she laughs. “I’ll be near the surfboard rental shop. Your brother working today?”

Clarke and Octavia’s older brother Bellamy have had an ongoing flirtation for awhile, something neither of them have had the nerve to actually do anything about yet. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, hoping that he’ll be around today so they can finally change that.

“Yeah, but not until noon.”

She pumps a fist in the air silently and then forces herself to chill out. “Okay, cool.”

Octavia snorts. “Okay, cool? Who are you trying to kid here, Griffin? I know you have the hots for my brother.”

“O, we’ve talked about this. You need to stay out of my love life. And your brother’s because it’s creepy.”

Octavia calls her a rude name and Clarke laughs as she ends the call.

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Marry Me

Author: Mikala
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings: None. It’s all fluff. 
Author’s Note: This is very loosely inspired by the song Marry Me by Train. It’s super cute. AU-ish. (My first attempt at anything along those lines, to be honest; so feedback is great!) First half isn’t in the reader’s POV, but the second half switches to it. Hope y’all like it! 

“Well, boys. I guess I’ll be on my way now.” Peggy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she said goodbye to the two men sitting across from her. Steve immediately stood up, offering a hand to her.

“I’ll call you later, sweetheart,” he told her, pulling her to her feet. She blushed a little when he kissed her, smiling sweetly up at him after he pulled away. Bucky sighed melodramatically from his seat, pouting for a moment as the couple glanced over at him with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Bucky moped, putting on a fake scowl. “I was just thinking about how my two best friends got together and always insist on me being a third wheel. And then grossly make out in front of me,” he finished, his face splitting into a wide grin. Steve and Peggy shared a laugh, and Peggy stepped around the table, leaning down to hug Bucky around the shoulders.

“You’re the one who asked us to hang out today, you big dork!” She ruffled his hair as she stood back up straight, moving back to hug Steve. “Goodbye, boys!”

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Fate (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by meanyoongis

Word Count: 1,173

Genre: Fluff, somewhat angst


Sorry guys, I haven’t written in a while and so I feel a bit rusty lol. I hope it isn’t too bad! This will def be a series as well, I would(not) ever leave you guys like this!

Day 872;  1:23

That day that we had met in the post office on 2nd street, both of us always said it was fate then. How the lines were long and how it was such a pain in the ass and how you cheered me up then. By making up a silly rap about the situation so I laughed all the four hours we were waiting. I had always thought that it was fate right?

Fate must be a real bitch then.

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As a congratulations to everyone in the Sterek fandom for winning the Backlot poll, I decided to make a SUPPPPER long fic rec list full of random fics. Some old, some new, but all of them are amazing! So behold, a huge ass list that puts Tyler Hoechlin’s booty to shame. (JK, his butt is the greatest thing on this earth… besides Pizza.)

Stardust (WIP: 1/?: Teen)

This is the story about how Stiles Stilinski becomes a man.
A much greater challenge altogether, for to achieve it –
he must win the heart of his one, true love.

Babcia Knows Best (one shot: 11,887: Teen)

Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there’s a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.

Beauty and the Ex (one shot: 26,313: Mature)

Stiles doesn’t want to screw up his chances with Josh, so he does something he may regret: he goes to Derek Hale, Josh’s intimidating ex-boyfriend, for dating advice.

Things don’t go according to plan. But with a little magic (and werewolves) they might go all right.

Incantation Ink (Series: 30,042: Explicit) 

The tattoo parlor didn’t look like much. The apprentice who was supposed to be inking Derek’s new magical tattoo wasn’t immediately confidence-inspiring either.

To Navigate your Seas (one shot: 26,010: Explicit)

Derek is a beach bum/surfer; Stiles is his new neighbor. Feels ensue.

Talk Geeky to Me (one shot: 19,873: Explicit)

The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.

Professional Werewolf Witch (one shot: 5,134: General)

“Are you going to buy anything else?” Professional Eyebrows says and Stiles would like to buy him. A cup of coffee. On a date.

He just ends up pointing at the crate of whatever the fuck is behind Professional Eyebrows’ head and says, “Uh, a box of that stuff.”

P.E. turns glances at the crate and raises an eyebrow at Stiles. “You want a box of charmed rattlesnake tail?” God, magic is so fucking weird.

“Yeah.” Stiles nods because he’s making an ass out of himself. The hipster vampire browsing in the corner is not so subtly laughing at him. The sooner he leaves the better.

That’s Why He Lets Him In (Series: 12,443: Explicit)

Stiles watches him for a long beat before responding, taking in the sharp lines of his bearded jaw and the strong tendons of his neck that lead down to the soft, dark chest hair peeking out of his dark green v-neck. 

“Did you want something,” he asks, voice whiskey-dark, watching how Derek’s eyes fall to his mouth as he speaks.

“Yeah,” Derek whispers throatily, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Yeah, Stiles, I want something.”

CSI: Beacon Hills(one shot: 8,243: Teen)

Back when Stiles was in high school Beacon Hills didn’t have a crime lab, because they simply didn’t need one. Those were the days.

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Can you write an imagine where the reader is Ashley’s younger sister and around andys age. And when like Ashley introduces the reader to the band Andy like looks at her. And Ashley is just like Haha nope this is my sister I’ll break you. Then in the end Andy and the reader sneak off and have a cutesy date. Sorry this is long

You glanced rest your arm on the window frame, leaned your head back into the seat’s head rest and let the wind blow on your face and through your hair. The large city flew by you in a blur, buildings towering over you passed by, people walking around town, riding their bikes or sitting outside at a cafe flew by your vision as well. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun was out and it was nice and hot outside. A little too hot for your taste hence why you had the window the window rolled down.

“How much longer?” You asked as you turned your head towards your brother, Ashley, who sat in the drivers seat.

Ashley was a bass player in the band Black Veil Brides. Today was going to be your first day meeting the other band members. You knew their names already as they appeared on your social media quite a bit. You also had gone to see their shows a couple of times whenever they preformed but you could never stay long enough to meet them and vise versa. You knew of them and they knew of you, at least that is what Ashley told you. He said the other band members knew he had a sister but of course you have never met. You were feeling a little nervous about meeting them but Ashley continued to assure you everything would be alright.

“We’re almost there it’s just a couple block down.” He said.

After a couple minutes of driving and trying to find a parking spot the two of you finally reached the studio. You rolled up your window and hoped out of the car. You followed Ashley inside and looked around the studio as you walked, it was your first time in the building. You looked at everything that was hung up on the walls and you could hear voiced coming from the back room. It was the rest of the band.

“What’s up, slackers?” Ashley asked as he entered the room and greeted his band mates.

The band returned with their usual greetings and you watched and stood silently next to Ashley, too shy to introduce yourself.

“This is my sister, (Y/N)” Ashley said.

“Hi,” you said shyly. “I uh know all of your names already hehe.”

“Well we are kind of, sort of famous. I would be surprised if you didn’t know our names.” CC chuckled.

You spent the next half an hour or so talking to each of the band members and getting to know them better. You were glad you were finally meeting them and you were relieved to see it was going so well, meeting new people was always a little challenge for you but you didn’t let that stop you/ You loved CC’s sense of humor as it was a similar to yours you spent most of your time with him laughing at who knows what.

Whenever you chatted with Andy you found yourself getting a little distracted because hot damn was he attractive. You noticed he seemed to think the same of you as he checked you out on quite a few occasions and both of you were rather flirtatious when talking with one another.

“You’re sister is fantastic,” CC said with a light chuckle, clearly he was enjoying your company.

“Yep she is, she’s also out of everyone’s league. So don’t even think about trying to date her because i will fight you.” Ashley said.

You figured he must have heard you and Andy flirting other wise he wouldn’t have made that little statement. You shrugged it off, Ashley had always been a little over protective it didn’t bother you most of the time.

After a while Ashley and Jake decided to head home. You told Ashley you wanted to stay with other remaining band members fora little longer and told him you could get a bus back home. But of course the remaining band members offered to take you home. Either way you were in good hands and would find your way home eventually.

“Hey, um do you want to maybe grab coffee or something?’ Andy asked you. The two of you were the only ones left in the studio. The others had left and the sun was beginning to set.

“Sure, why not.” You smiled.

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Two Prompt One-Shot #43

Friendly reminder that Two Prompt Tuesday has now been re-named Two Prompt One-Shot!

Prompt: Sometimes, I lay in bed at night and think about the things I wish I could say to you. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1200
Warnings: Implicit emotional affair.  

A/N: This was voted on a couple weeks ago, and it took me forever to get around to writing. Seeing as how I got it pretty much how I had it in my head though, I hope the wait was worth it for you lovelies! 

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Love Looks Not With the Eyes

Requested: the Reader is dared to ask Reid on a date, but upon realizing that she’s genuinely interested in him, decides to comes clean.

It was supposed to be a dare. Two years of working as the counter-terrorism team’s technical analyst had led to some close workplace friendships. One of which is Penelope Garcia, the analyst for the BAU. And by proxy, since he spends so much time around her, Derek Morgan. Y/N keeps Penelope company when her team is out in the field, and her colorful counterpart returns the favor when counterterrorism is gone. When there’s no case, she’ll occasionally go up a floor to visit Morgan and Penelope, and maybe grab lunch together. They make a good trio, all of them able to laugh and joke in order to lift the burden of their serious jobs, and yet hold a meaningful conversation at the same time. They are friends who understand each others fears, and share in each others happiness.

It’s at lunch when she off-handedly mentions to Penelope that she wants to go see an upcoming production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream that Morgan raises his eyebrows.

“You’re a nerd, aren’t you?” His tone is light, conveying no cruelty, only amicable teasing.

“Well, I work with computers all day, and I’m friends with Penelope. What else did you expect?” she laughs.

“No, no.” Derek shakes his head. “Not like that. I mean a bona fide, actual nerd. You probably read old literature, listen to classical music, learn things for fun. That sort of thing.”

“We can’t all kick down doors for a living,” she replies. This earns her a giggle from Penelope. “But you’re right. I do enjoy all of the above.” Since she was little, she’s loved books and words and stories. She embraces all things academia and actively seeks out plays and concerts. To some, it might seem old-fashioned, even lame. That’s fine with her. She loves what she loves, and her friends respect that.

Abruptly shifting gears, he asks, “You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

Perplexed, she tells him she isn’t. A conniving look is traded between Morgan and Penelope, and she braces herself for whatever crazy thing they’re about to suggest, or whatever witty joke they’ll make.

“How’d you like to go on a date?” Penelope asks. “With someone who has similar interests?”

“Where is this heading?” When Penelope gets that mischievous glint in her eyes, she’s learned to hesitate.

“We dare you to ask Spencer Reid out on a date,” Morgan says.

Her jaw drops. “Reid? No way. Absolutely not.” The awkward agent they work with? He’s brilliant, but where his mental abilities are top-notch, his social skills are severely lacking. Though he is good-looking, she would never consider dating him. Besides, he’s not quite handsome. More like pretty.

“Oh come on, Y/N! He’s totally got a crush on you.” A fact which she’s well aware of. Reid isn’t the best at hiding his emotions. Every now and then, when she’s walking through the bullpen in search of Penelope or Morgan, she’ll catch him staring at her out of the corner of his eye, or while pretending to be reading something. When she talks to him, he always gets flustered and ends up tripping over his words. It’s sweet – in the way a clumsy puppy dog is sweet. But she has no romantic interest in the guy.

“We double dare you,” Penelope adds, smirking. “If you do it, we’ll buy lunch next week. It’s just one date! How bad could it be?”

“Besides, it would make Pretty Boy very happy. You don’t want him to be lonely and pining forever, do you? Go out with him, talk about books and shit, and then you can politely refuse another date and my man can move on. It’s really a win-win here.”

After much begging, bribing, manipulating, and peer pressuring, she finally gives in. The next day, she marches right up to Reid and asks him if he’d like to go out sometime. He turns three shades of red before managing to agree, and they make a date for coffee that weekend. When the BAU gets called out on a case that Friday, she’s a little relieved that she has an extra week’s reprieve. What is she even supposed to say to him on a date? If it’s as bad as she fears it might be, she figures she can always discreetly text a friend and ask them to call her faking a family emergency. Dares are dares, however, and she intends to at least show up.

The following Saturday they finally go out for coffee. He’s already waiting at a table inside when she arrives, nervously tapping his feet and checking his watch. His clothing isn’t much different than what she’s seen him wear to the office – a button down shirt, Converse, a sweater – but it’s slightly less formal. No tie, and none of the trademark intensity he harbors when he’s focused on a case. The smile he greets her with is hesitant, but it looks good on him. Something that surprises her.  She’s never really seen Reid happy.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” he says as they sit down, coffee in hand. “Thought maybe you might decide you didn’t want to go on a date with me after all.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Not since she accepted a dare from Morgan and Penelope. This is for them. She just has to make it through one date. “So, um, tell me a little more about yourself. Outside of work, that is. Something I wouldn’t know.”

Reid ponders this, then says, “Well, I grew up in Las Vegas. I have three tropical fish. And I once kissed Lila Archer.”

Another surprise. Her jaw drops. “You mean that Lila Archer? The actress?” He nods sheepishly, and she tries to picture how exactly the shy Spencer Reid managed to kiss Lila Archer. Upon being asked, he tells her a little about the case they worked, in which she was stalked. He stayed with her to protect her, and one thing led to another.

“What about you?” he asks. “What’s something I wouldn’t know about you?”

She laughs. “I don’t think I can top kissing Lila Archer, but I do have a cat and a pretty extensive movie collection. Not to brag, but I’m also a pretty good surfer – and I don’t just mean the internet. I went to college in Florida, near the ocean, and every chance we got my roommates and I would go out on the water.”

“Do you miss it?”

Nobody has asked her that in a long time. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. There’s nowhere nearby to surf, and I rarely get enough time off from work to make a trip to a good beach. The Potomac really has nothing on the ocean.”

“Why’d you choose to come to Washington?”

“I was a CompSci and PoliSci major, and I wanted to do something that made a difference, you know? I found out about the FBI’s intelligence analyst positions at a job fair after grad school, and somehow managed to pass the Basic Field Training Course. It just felt really right. There are still times I doubt myself though, or wonder if I would’ve been better somewhere else.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re here.” There’s such sincerity in his words that the dread she’d been feeling all week begins to ebb away. From there, the conversation gets so much easier. They talk about school and work and the places they’ve lived. They discover they love many of the same books and movies, and that the few TV shows he watches happen to be some of her favorites. When he mentions that his fish are named Ophelia, Hamlet, and Horatio, she bursts out laughing. A flash of hurt crosses his face, thinking she’s laughing at him. Not wanting to offend him she quickly explains that her cat is named Robin Goodfellow.

“As in Puck?” he clarifies.

“Exactly the one! I’ve always loved Shakespeare, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream is my favorite.” And of the play’s characters, that mischievous Puck held a special place in her heart. “Of course Robin Goodfellow is a bit lengthy, so he mostly just answers to Puck. Just like the character.”

The more they talk, the more she realizes how much she has overlooked about him. Or perhaps she wasn’t looking at him carefully enough. Morgan is classically handsome, his physical appearance and confidence a winning combination that lures people towards him. In a crowded room, people – especially women – tend to gravitate towards him. Reid is different. He’s pretty, but his awkwardness and shyness mask what lies in his heart. For the first time in two years, she’s really seeing him.

For the first time she’s seeing his heart.

It is full and it is kind, and so overwhelmingly gentle. Reid is perfectly polite, but not to the point of formality. His laugh makes her feel warm, and when he smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkle and she knows she has his full attention. He’s dorky in the most endearing ways, and as a fellow nerd, she appreciates his love for learning and sci-fi shows and classic literature.

Three and a half hours they talk, until the shop begins to close up. Disappointment washes over her, followed by the startling realization that she’s disappointed because it means she has to part ways with Reid. It’s not a joke anymore. It’s not some annoying dare Penelope put her up to. She likes him. She really likes him. The last three and a half hours have been the best date she’s been on in a very long time. Just sitting and talking to someone who is so genuinely sweet and smart and interesting. She doesn’t want it to end.

Reid looks at his watch, and sighs. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the Folger Shakespeare Library, but it’s too late. They’ve already closed for the day.” And now he’s inviting her to visit the Folger Library? It’s been on her list of DC things to do for ages, but she never wanted to go alone, and none of her friends shared an interest in the Bard. Going with Reid though is a thing she very much wants to do. “Maybe we could go some other time?”

A second date. He wants to go out with her again. In that moment, she knows that’s what she wants too. Four hours ago she would’ve found the notion impossible and ridiculous. How much has changed in such a short time period. A laugh leaves her lips before she can stop it.

“What is it?” he asks. “Was I that bad of a date?”

“No, of course not! You were amazing. It’s just, well, it’s kind of a funny story. You see, the reason I asked you out was because at lunch one day Penelope and Morgan dared me to go on a date with you and I-”

“Wait.” The worried tone he had before is gone, replaced by harshness. Anger, as he narrows his eyes at her. “You’re telling me that you only wanted to go out with me because of a dare?”

Heat floods her cheeks, accompanied by shame. “It’s not like that! I mean, it was, but they just thought it would be funny to-”

He holds up a hand. “Just stop, okay? I thought you were different. I thought you were nice, and actually interested in me. But this is obviously just some joke to you! You know what? I’m tired of being the butt of the joke. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not some machine. I have a heart. I have feelings, and I’m done with other people trampling on them. Go home and have a good laugh about the weird guy at work with Morgan and Garcia. Leave me alone.” His voice rises higher the more frustrated he becomes, and when he’s finished he turns around and practically runs down the block. Away from her.

Y/N stands still on the sidewalk, shell-shocked from his outburst. Guilty. Ashamed. There’s a hint of despair as she realizes she may have just ruined her chances with the nicest man she’s met. Worse, she’s hurt him. Brushing away tears, she goes home alone.

For a week he avoids her. Disappears from the office when she comes by, ignores her when he passes her by chance. Text messages and calls never receive a reply from his end. Her feelings don’t reach him. Penelope says he’s hardly talking to her or Morgan unless it’s strictly work-related. After agonizing and analyzing, she finally finds the courage to corner him as he’s leaving one day.

The look on his face speaks enough. Eyes narrowed, mouth pressed into a hard line, jaw set. He’s furious with her, even now.

“I know I’m the last person you want to talk to,” she says, “but please just hear me out. For five minutes, Reid, that’s all I ask. Please just let me explain.”

Reid makes a show of staring at his watch. Every second is going to count. “Yes, it was a dare, okay? They dared me to go out with you because they thought it would be amusing. But it was only after they realized I shared so many interests with you that they suggested it. Maybe it was part of a joke, but deep down I think that they just want you to be happy, and they thought maybe we would be happy together. And I was. I really, really was. I didn’t expect that, but as the night went on I saw just how wonderful you really are. You showed me your heart and you were vulnerable and you were kind, and I like all of that about you. When we were leaving I knew I wanted this to be more than just one date.”

Pausing, she takes a deep breath and pushes forwards. “Which is why I told you about the dare. I knew if you found out from someone else, you would be upset and anything we could’ve had would be over. I thought if I was honest then we could laugh it off but I would be able to see you again. I really like you, and I’m sorry I hurt you. If you can forgive me, I would really like the chance to make it up to you.”

So many words are fit into such a minuscule amount of seconds that when she finishes, she feels a little lightheaded. Reid blinks a few times, then asks, “You really think we could have something?”

“Absolutely,” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.

“This isn’t just part of some elaborate prank?”

It’s her turn now, to put her heart out in the open. Allowing him to see her for who she is and not what assumptions he’s attached to her.

“I swear it. You can ask Penelope if you don’t believe me. Everything I told you that night was true. Everything I felt was true as well. I just want to show you I meant it. I don’t care what we do. We can go to the library or the park. You can come over and meet my cat, Puck. As long as it’s with you. I just want to spend time with you, Spencer.” It’s the first time she’s addressed him by his first name, but it feels so natural on her lips.

After an eternity’s pause, he says, “Okay.”


“Yeah. Okay. I trust you, Y/N. I’m still hurt, but I’m willing to give you a second chance. After all, Shakspeare did say that “the course of true love never did run smooth.”

She grins. He’s quoting A Midsummer’s Night Dream, her favorite. “That William was quite brilliant. In that case, “Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.”” Puck’s famous final words. To her surprise, he does exactly that. Long fingers encircle her own, and when their eyes meet she is certain beyond all doubt that they are truly seeing each other. Looking not with their eyes, but with their hearts.

A few days later, when he repeats the gesture on their second date, she stands on her toes and kisses him. Pulling away, she finds him with the biggest smile on his face. Smiling at her, because of her. He looks happy. Honestly, truly happy.

She was right that evening in the coffee shop. Happy does look good on him.

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Prompt: “Sometimes what you’re looking for is right where you left it.”
A/N: Idea inspired by the movie ‘Sweet Home Alabama.’
Chapter One: “Look what the cat dragged in.”
Word Count: 1,880

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“Lucas! You’re going the wrong way!” The tiny brunette screamed out. Her voice could barely be heard over the loud sounds of the summer storm. The forecast said it would be bad but Lucas didn’t care. She always loved the rain and he always loved her. Which meant he would do anything for her, which included going on a treasure hunt in the rain.

“I thought you wanted it back?” He called out, eyebrows raised. The rain poured down on them harder, flashes of lightning and roars of thunder could be heard in the distance. He waited for her to catch up with him. Her long French braids drenched, sticking to her face as she placed her hand on his shoulder to catch her breath.

“I do want it back but in case you didn’t notice there’s a storm happening.” She retorted, throwing her arms up towards the dark sky.

Lucas smirks at the brown eyed girl, “Are you going to be this much of a scaredy cat when we’re married?”

“I am not a scaredy cat!” She places her hands on her hips. “Besides, who said I wanted to marry you anyhow?”

Before he could answer, lightning struck a few yards down the beach causing them both to jump. The small boy grabs her hand, pulling her towards their destination.

“That’s what grownups do when they love each other –.” He continues, dragging along the reluctant girl. “C’mon we’re almost there.”

The two 10 year olds finally make it to their spot, a group of boulders that form a crawl space underneath. It was the place where they would spend most of their summers. Their own little secret hide out.

Lucas takes a plastic shovel out of his back pocket and starts to dig. After a few minutes of him throwing around the wet sand he sees it. A small shoe box labeled ‘RIP Beary.’

He pulls out the box and places it on the ground between them. He slowly lifts the lid to reveal a battered beaten up teddy bear with a missing face.

“Oh my god! Beary!” She smiles, clutching the bear to her chest. Lucas watched as she gently inspected the tattered stuffed animal, smiling to himself.

“I can’t believe you remembered where we buried him.” She looks at him in amazement.

He shrugs modestly, avoiding eye contact. She throws her arms around the blonde boy, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you, Lucas.”

As they pull away Lucas plants a quick peck on her lips, causing them both to blush. Their moment is interrupted by the sound of their parents.

Lucas peaks his head out of the hide out and see’s his mom and dad, along with her parents, walking the beach with flashlights in hand.

“Lucas?” Her mom calls out, flashing the light towards the water. “Riley?”



The sound of his voice breaks her trance. Her eyes settle on the handsome dark haired man kneeling before her.

“What do you say, Ri? Marry me?”

She looks up at the restaurant full of people with expectant looks on their faces. A few give her encouraging nods and she can’t help but smile.

“Yes, Evan.” She whispers, staring at the shiny diamond ring being slid onto her finger. “I would love to marry you.”

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Fandom/Pairing: Once Upon a Time/Rumbelle

Rating: G

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Author’s Notes: Ho ho ho! Hope you enjoy it clusterstruck! I hope Belle running the club through the library is close enough to being a club owner. No beta… so all the mistakes are mine. :)

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