too hot to explain


Imagine Dean taking care of you when you can’t.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sickness, language

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I haven’t written straight up Dean fluff in quite some time. So, I decided that today’s venture would be that. I know a lot of sickness is floating around, and I figured we could all use some Dean comfort. I have never written a Dean fic like this. It’s always Jensen. This wasn’t in ANY of my plans for my first Dean fic of the year, but it’s what happened. Sorry not Sorry. Also, credit for the title goes to @torn-and-frayed. Sickie poo little thing needs some Dean comfort cuddles. This is the best I could do.

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Too Hot

A/N: An anon request where Spencer and the reader are at home and bored, so they decide to play of game of “too hot,” which because I’m really old I had to look up because I had no idea what the fuck that was XD. Anyway, it’s basically a game where the players kiss non-stop without touching. Whoever touches the other first, loses. The winner gets to do what they want to the loser. @coveofmemories @sweetg


Originally, you and Spence were supposed to go out to dinner with JJ, Will, Savannah and Derek, but JJ and Savannah both came down with a horrible cold, so they’d cancelled, leaving you and Spence at home not knowing what the fuck to do with yourselves. 

“I’m bored,” you said, flopping down onto the couch with such force that your hair blew into your face. “We were supposed to be eating and now I don’t know what to do.” When you got bored, you got horny, so right now, you were about to shoot off like a bottle rocket. Immediately, you pushed yourself up off the couch. “Maybe…” you said with a wicked smile.

“Maybe, what?” he asked, turning around to meet your devious gaze. “I know that look. That’s the I’m bored and horny look.” As he walked over to the couch, you kneeled up, pursing your lips for a kiss. “What do you have in mind?”

“Too hot,” you replied.

“Yes, you are too hot. But for what?”

He was so cute when he was clueless. “Too hot is a game,” you explained, gently nibbling at his bottom lip. “Too hot is a game where both players kiss non-stop and without touching. Whoever touches first loses.”

Spencer’s pupils dilated and you giggled into his mouth. “Winner chooses. So if I win and you touch me first, then you don’t get to taste me for a week.” 

“That’s so mean,” he pouted. “You’re delicious. And if I win, you go down on me every morning before we go to work for the next week.”

“Is that supposed to be a punishment?” you asked, thinking about going down on Spencer every morning for seven days straight. “Because that doesn’t sound like a punishment to me.”

He laughed as he kissed your neck. “We have a deal? Oh and also, no touching with hands right? If we move up against each other that’s okay?”

Gently, you pushed Spencer back and hopped over the back end of the couch. “That’s fine. We start now?” you asked,

Instead of saying anything, he just backed you into a wall, making sure to clasp his hands behind his back. You did the same, not trusting them to stay away from him. Their instinct was to reach into his pants and grab his cute butt, but there was no touching allowed. It was always harder than you thought it would be; you’d played this game before - it was only recently that you learned there was a name for it. 

With the hard wall behind you, you allowed yourself to sink into it as Spencer grazed his lips over the curve of your neck. A sigh escaped you as your neck craned back, allowing him greater access to the spots that drove you wild. You could feel his tongue washing over you, tasting you, but if he kept going like this, you would definitely lose. Actually, would that be such a bad thing? Anyway, you at least wanted to make the effort, so you spun around, pinning him to the wall and bracing your hands on either side of his head.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as you bit down on his bottom lip again - harder, more insistent than before. All of a sudden you felt his hands flutter at your midsection, but he didn’t touch, so the game was still on. After pulling his tongue into your mouth and dancing around each other, you ran your lips and tongue over the right side of his jawline, traveling down to his collarbone, where you grazed your teeth. “Oh goddammit.” Involuntarily, he groaned at the insistent pressure of your teeth, moving his hips toward you. You could feel his arousal graze up against you, and now that you were in the mood, you had a desperate need to jump him. 

You took note of his response to your movements at his collarbone. “It seems I’ve found a new spot to drive you crazy,” you breathed, coming up to his mouth and hovering there. For more than a few minutes, you breathed into his mouth, watching as each breath drove him closer and closer to touching you. “You want to touch me, don’t you?” you teased. “Remember, if you do that, you don’t get to taste me for a week and let’s just say based on what’s happening right now, you’d be missing out.”

“You don’t play fair,” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose up against yours.

“You agreed to the rules, loverboy.” 

The tables were turned once again as he flipped you around, pinning you to the wall with his body. However, instead of staying near your mouth, he dropped to his knees licking just under your waistband. “Oh hell,” you muttered. Whenever he dropped to his knees in front of you, you pretty much turned to putty. Without the use of his hands, he grabbed the waistband of your pajama pants with his teeth and pulled them down just enough to taste your sweetness. 

You were losing your resolve; your center moved toward his eager mouth and it took all you had not to touch him. As his tongue made one slick move up the lace that was covering you, you lost it and grabbed his head. “You lose,” he breathed against you before creating a delicious suction on your clit.

“I don’t feel like I’m losing,” you whimpered, lifting one leg up and putting it over his shoulder. “I get your mouth on me and for the next week I get to have my mouth all over you every morning.”

“You’re right,” he said, finally allowing himself to touch you. “I definitely didn’t want to miss out on this.” He kissed his way up your body, ridding you of your shirt before lifting you into his arms and up against the wall. 

“Fuck the wall,” you laughed. “Take me inside.”

Pushing his buttons || Dan H.

A/N: This is mostly dialog and I loved writing it. I also have a thing for university!dan now. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1.9K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by daik3n

„What are you wearing?” Dan asked, raising his eyebrows and looking me up and down. He sat at the kitchen table and looked up from his laptop that he did some work for university on.

Daniel James Howell, 21, wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and plaid pyjama bottoms, messy brown hair that he let grow out, freakishly tall, university student and unfortunately incredibly hot.

Since my parents were currently on a business trip to another continent for two weeks I was staying at Dan’s flat. I could have told them that I was old enough to look after myself, but honestly sharing this flat with him was much better than being on my own all the time. He was the son of my mum’s best friend so we knew each other since we were little kids. My parents had a soft spot for him and over the years he became one of my best friends.

I was confused by Dan’s question and quickly checked my outfit. It didn’t look bad, did it? The dress I was wearing perfectly hugged all my curves. It also showed the right amount of skin: not too much and not too little.

“I’m going to this party” I explained, putting my keys and phone into my purse.

“Are there gonna be boys?” Dan asked, completely forgetting about the paper that was due tomorrow.  

“Yes.” I truthfully answered. Why would there only be girls? What was up with him?  

“What do you mean ‘yes’?” Dan shut the laptop in front of him close and shot me a strange look. Was he angry now?  

“Yes, there are gonna be boys.” I answered, stating the obvious.

“And they are all just your friends?” He sceptically eyed me.

I didn’t even know everyone who was going to be there. Why did it matter anyway? I shrugged my shoulders instead of answering.

“I asked you a question.” Dan snapped, getting up from his chair.  

“Not all of them want to be just friends, I guess” I admitted, blushing a bit.

“Pardon?!” The dark haired boy almost shouted, looking at me the same way my mother probably would.

“I don’t know, there is this guy called Brandon and he’s been trying to get into my pants for about half a year.” I told him nonchalantly.

We were close friends and we talked about a lot, but we never talked about my relationship to other guys or anything like that. It felt weird and I immediately regretted telling him that when I saw his facial expression.

“Into your what?!?” Dan’s eyes grew wide and the vein on his neck was pulsating. If he had taken a of sip water he would have spit it out.

“Pants. It’s a saying. It means he wa-” I explained, trying to stay calm while he was close to losing his mind.

“I know well enough what that means. Have you told him to back the fuck up?” Dan’s question sounded more like a demand. I had spent enough time with him to know that him starting to curse is definitely a sign that he is mad.

 "What if I don’t want him to?“ I challenged him, not being entirely serious. He deserved that for acting like a dick.  

"What the fuck, Y/N?” Curse word again. Damn he was really mad.

“Dan, can you please calm down?” I asked, tired of his stupid behaviour. I was going to be late because of him.

“Calm down? No! Why do you want to be with that stupid prick?”

“Dan, that’s none of your businesses!“ I defended myself, extremely irritated by his act.

"Oh hell yeah it is!”

“No it’s not!”

“You are not going to that party and you are going to tell that Brandon ass that he can get lost.” Dan smashed against the kitchen table with his fist, thinking that he had spoken the last word.  

“What?? Why?! That’s so unfair.” I complained. He was not my father and he couldn’t tell me shit.

“No it’s not.”

“You get to go the a hundred parties a week and take home as many girls as you want, but I need to stay at home and play good girl when I want to go out once in like half a year? Double standard much?” I snapped, having seen enough girls quietly leave this place before noon.

“That’s different.” Dan just stated and cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed that I had to witness some of his hook ups leave.

“How is that different?” I wanted to know, my eyes burning into his skin.

“You are still in High School.” That was excuse, seriously? My hands were trembling with anger.  

“I am eighteen, Dan! You were at my birthday party remember?!”

“Eighteen or not. That Brandon pervert just wants to use you to have sex because he is a horny ass teenager.” He tried to end this conversation and have me go back to my room.

He’d like it that way. Who does he think he is? My babysitter?

“Maybe, Brandon has just realised that I am a desirable young women and not some little baby contrary to you!” I screamed at his face, fed up with having him look down on me like he is the wise and mature guy and I’m the little baby that wasn’t allowed to do anything.

“I- Look at how naive you are acting right now!” My words had clearly thrown him off track. Good.

“Oh so it’s totally unbelievable that I can be desired?” I took it up a notch, now that he got me completely furious.

“That-that’s not what I said!” Dan defended himself and swallowed hard.  

“But that’s what you are thinking. You treat me like a baby 24/7!” I shouted, feeling relieved right after the truth had left my mouth.

“Y/N that’s not true! And you can’t deny that this Brandon guy just wants to ‘get into your pants’ because he is a horny teenager.” Dan lectured me, raising his voice.

I just angrily glared up at his stupid face, too furious to even say something.

“Look, if I were that young again I’d probably think you are hot too.” Dan bluntly explained to me, ignoring my death glare.

“So you don’t think that I am hot now?” I spat, his words piercing my heart like a sharp sword.

“Uhm what?!” He definitely didn’t see that coming.

“You said that if you were a horny teenager again you’d think I’m hot. So you don’t think I’m hot now.” I explained what his words sounded like to me and couldn’t get over the fact that they had deeply hurt me.

“Y/N, I a - I don’t see why this is relevant right now.” Dan stuttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s not. I’m going to the party and you can’t stop me.” I snapped, absolutely done with him.

I knew he didn’t like me back, but I could still hope, right? Well, not after what he had just said.

“You are going to the party and what? Fuck this Brandon guy in the bathroom?” He asked, laughing scornfully.

I put on a coat over my dress and slipped into my heels before I turned to face Dan again.

“Why not? Why would you care?” I riposted, wiping that snarky grin off his face.

“Why not?? You seriously want to lose your virginity like that?” Dan snorted angrily taking a few steps towards me as I opened the door to leave.

“So you are now just presuming I am a virgin?” I raised my eyebrows at him and watched his face fall.

“Woah, woah woah. Stop right there. Explain that!” He put his arm out in front of my chest, stopping me from leaving his flat.

“It’s none of your business if I am virgin or not. I am not hot enough to have sex in your eyes anyways.” I said, trying to sound calm although I was still offended by what he had said earlier.

“Why is it so important to you if I think you are hot?” Dan bellowed, not taking away his stretched out arm that stopped me from leaving.

“Why do you care so much about me and that Brandon guy?” I countered loudly.


His brown eyes evilly glared at me and I wasn’t afraid to stare back. Both of our eyebrows were furrowed together. Me and Dan normally didn’t fight, but damn I hated him right now.

I could hear Dan angrily breath through his nose, not breaking eye contact.

“I don’t care. If you want to fuck around, suit yourself.” He said through gritted teeth.

He was obviously challenging me and I was not going to lose.

“Fine. Then I’ll go and find Brandon.” I stated, waiting for him to show any reaction.

“I said, I don’t care.” Dan snarled, his eyes were dark with anger.

“Maybe you can give me a few tips on how to quietly leave after a one night stand. You seem to be an expert.” I chirped, pushing his buttons on purpose.

He looked like he was going to explode.

“Don’t fucking take this too far, Y/N. You are acting like a child.” Dan growled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

The fact that he told me that he doesn’t care still upset me. I wanted him to care, but not because he thought I was a baby.

I wanted to set him off like ticking bomb.

“Can you give me one of your condoms? I don’t know if Br-“

That was it. The final straw.

The look he was giving me made my inside tingle and I had to take a few steps back because the heat that was radiating from his body was suffocating me. My back hit the cold white wall behind me, making me jump. I swallowed hard, watching Dan step closer to me. His hands smashed down on the wall on each side of my hot face.

His breath fanned my neck, causing me to nearly lose my senses.

“If that Brandon asshole ever touches you then I’m going to gladly break his fucking neck. Do you understand that?”

I looked to my left to avoid eye contact.

“Why do you get so angry at Brandon? Why do you even care?” I challenged him having risen my voice once again. I was not giving up that easily. He was acting tough but I wasn’t intimidated by his behaviour.

“Just change out of that stupid dress. I can almost see your boobs.” Dan told me, taking a step back and avoiding my question.

“Oh and you don’t want to see them?”

Where my boobs not good enough for him now? Prick.

“Y/N-I.. please. We are not talking about that now.” Dan sternly shut me down, noticeably annoyed by me.

“Why not? I’m tired of you treating me like an ugly little child.” I told him, standing up straight to shown him my determination.

“Y/N please can we-“ Dan tried to calm me down, gently touching my shoulder.

“No, we can’t! Why am I not good enough for you!” I shouted hurt.

“Look. I don’t know why you have that idea-“

“You always make sure to let me know that I’m totally unattractive. And that makes me feel like shit!”I admitted loudly, completely lashing out on him.

“It was not my intention to make you feel like shit.” Dan defended himself, throwing his arms up.  

“Then what was your fucking intention?!” I snapped, losing my patience.

“I just have to stop myself, okay?!” Dan shouted.

“Stop yourself from what!?”

“Stop myself from fucking pushing you against the next wall and kissing the living shit out of you!”

Astro Reaction: to you returning their sweater after it no longer smells like them

MJ (Myungjun) :

Originally posted by jinwooh

He would look at you confused as you handed him back his sweater – the one he had been desperately searching for just a few months prior. With a slight blush to your face you would tell him why you had taken it and why you were giving it back. At first his face would remain passive before he suddenly started laughing at you, finding your dilemma so cute and borderline ridiculous. Next time he went away you’d find a whole outfit on your bed – socks, pants, shirt, sweater, everything, all his own clothing, with a note  “For when you miss me.” 


Jinjin (Jinwoo) :

He had been on a mission for days looking for that sweater and had asked you before if you had seen it – you had said no. That’s why once he saw you with it he’d call you out, hollering at you, telling you to get your butt over to him instantly. He’d explain to you that he needed that sweater for an interview or something but once you explained why you were handing it back his lips would part in awe before he’d put that chessy smile of his on his face. He’d be so touched and immediately give you another sweater to replace it – spoiling you was his second job.

Eunwoo (Dongmin) :

Originally posted by monstaex

He would see you walk towards him wearing the sweater and would initially be confused as to how you got hold of it. Once you explained to him why you had it and why you were returning it, he would be slightly embarrassed, as he had been caught off guard. But then he would grin, smiling at you brightly. “You missed me that much?” You would hit him on the arm lightly but he would pull you to him, cuddling you in his arms. From then on he’d let you take whatever you wanted from him when he was away, not caring at all if his favourite hoodie went missing next.


Originally posted by ftastro-gifs

He’d be a bit bashful himself and soon you were both blushing. You blushed because you were very much embarrassed. He blushed because he was so touched that you loved him and missed him that much; he couldn’t handle how cute your actions were. The fact that you had just taken his clothes not a problem at all. To play off his bashfulness he’d crack a joke to remove the current, slightly suffocating, atmosphere, “I’ll trade one of my sweaters for one of yours!”


Rocky (Minhyuk):

You’d come to him an arm stretched out with sweater in hand. At first he would be confused as to why you were giving him his sweater. Upon noticing his expression you would immediately explain to him your problem. He would start laughing instantly, a full on laugh, teeth and everything. He would take the sweater from you putting it on, claiming that the issue was now solved and then immediately hug you; continuously commenting on how cute you were before whispering in your ear “You don’t need a sweater, you just need me.”



He would not have noticed, at all, that you had taken his sweater. Truthfully this wasn’t your first time taking it either, it was your fifth, however he was leaving soon and you didn’t have the time to take one from him, so you asked. The child would be genuinely confused thinking you were giving him the sweater to help him pack, “Thanks but it’s going to be a bit too hot there for that.” You would giggle at his comment before bashfully explaining the real reason you were giving him his sweater. Upon hearing you he’d slowly grin before wiggling his eyebrows playfully “I’ve got loads more.”


ARIES STEREOTYPE: very aggressive, angry, competitive, stubborn.

ARIES STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Aries is ruled by the 1st house and the planet Mars, and the 1st house is ruled by first impressions and energy, whilst Mars is the planet of aggression and energy, thus giving Aries the angry ram title.

TAURUS STEREOTYPE: lazy, eats a lot, stubborn, earthy.

TAURUS STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Taurus is ruled by the 2nd house, which rules money, love (in a way), and pleasure (low-key). Taurus is also ruled by the planet Venus, which rules love and pleasure. food seems to be the pleasure of Taurus, giving them that stereotype, and since Taurus is the bull, that explains the stubborn stereotype.

GEMINI STEREOTYPE: talkative, two-faced, annoying, fake.

GEMINI STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Gemini is ruled by the 3rd house and the planet mercury, which explains the talkative and annoying bit. The 3rd house rules communications and youth while mercury rules communications also and your other face (to a small extent).

CANCER STEREOTYPE: crybaby, too caring, fake, vulnerable.

CANCER STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Cancer is ruled by the moon and the 4th house, and those two can be known as the “Mom House”. The moon represents our emotions, mother, and inner being whilst the 4th house represents our home. Using these two and the water house combined, strong-willed Cancer can be seen as the ugly stereotype.

LEO STEREOTYPE: egocentric, over-confident, selfish.

LEO STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Leo is ruled by the Sun and the 5th house, two of the most “authouritive” figures in the zodiac. The sun represents your ego and outer self, though they’re not really your ascendant/rising. They represent your father figure too, and that can give Leo the egocentric attitude and the over-confident being. The 5th house represents fun and childhood, along with focusing on yourself. The sun does represent your ego, so of course, the sun would feel comfortable in Leo.

VIRGO STEREOTYPE: analytical, perfectionist, low-key workaholic, nurse type, know-it-all.

VIRGO STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Virgo is ruled by Mercury and the 6th house, and both of them rule health (mercury to a lower extent). Mercury also rules intelligence and communication which could explain the know it all effect on Virgo, and the 6th house is literally anxiety’s house.

LIBRA STEREOTYPE: Cunning, charismatic, too romantic, hot and cold, ~bAlaNcEd~

LIBRA STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: The 7th house and Venus rule Libra, giving Libra the hopeless romantic vibe. The 7th house literally rules romance and love and of course, Venus rules relationships and such. Libra’s symbol is the scale, representing Libra as the “justice-obsessed social warrior” status, and the love-dove stuff making Libra the Aphrodite of the zodiac.

SCORPIO STEREOTYPE: oh lord, poor Scorpio. Scorpio is seen as “a nymphomaniac obsessed gothic backstabber”, a secretive person, Stare TM, a “mysterious edgy” person, obsession with obsession

SCORPIO STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Pluto and the 8th house rule over Scorpio, and Pluto is the planet of obsession and sorts. The 8th house represents death, being reborn, and the ;) part, along with inner self, as all water houses own too. Pluto also rules mystery and water houses (mostly 12th house) gives mystery as a strong part of Scorpio.

SAGITTARIUS STEREOTYPE: hippie, annoying lawyer, false factarian, loud adventurer, #no commitment

SAGITTARIUS STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Sagittarius is ruled by the 9th house and Jupiter, the planet of luck and wealth, along with gambling. The 9th house represents opinions and adventure, giving Sagittarius the status of a person without a destination. The no commitment part happens because of the 9th house, because every relationship is an adventure to them, making them want to explore more.  

CAPRICORN STEREOTYPE: workaholic, TRADITIONS, stickler for rules, “boring”, know it all.

CAPRICORN STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Capricorn is ruled by the Midheaven, 10th house, and Saturn. Saturn is the planet of authourity and the 10th house and the Midheaven rule your careers along with your authouritive self. This gives Capricorn the elder wisdomated grandfather persona.

AQUARIUS STEREOTYPE: robotic, unemotional, too logic, alien, social.

AQUARIUS STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Aquarius is a social sign that is ruled by Uranus and the 11th house. Uranus represents change and rebellion giving Aquarius the Rebel cliché whilst the 11th house is the community house and the social house. With these two combined, it makes Aquarius. Aquarius is also an air sign, and think logically; not with their heart, but with their mind, which explains their “robotic” moods.

PISCES STEREOTYPE: dreamy, high 24/7, escapist, innocent, whiny, victim complex

PISCES STEREOTYPE EXPLAINED: Pisces is ruled by the 12th house and neptune. Neptune is the planet of dreams and escapism while the 12th house represents detachedness and spirituality. Neptune gives Pisces the dream type and the 12th house their escapist habits. As for Pisces victim complex, the 12th house has spirituality. This could make Pisces turn and make themselves the victim due to their giving and not getting, and leaving them to feel a bit isolated.

ikeracity  asked:

Prompt: Charles and Erik on a hot summer day.

“Come on, Charles, get in the water!” Raven calls, laughing as Hank splashes her. “It’s good for you!”

Charles smiles and shakes his head, rubbing more prescription-strength sunscreen on his arms and legs and the tops of his feet. It doesn’t matter that he’s in the shade of an umbrella, if he isn’t careful he’ll cook up red as a lobster. It’s his English blood. He’s not meant for so much sun.

Erik is sitting beside him, just a dab of sunscreen on his nose and sunglasses on his face. He’s only wearing swim-shorts. Charles envies him greatly; he’s in a t-shirt and capris, but he knows if he changes into his own shorts he’ll burn.

“Do you swim?” Erik asks suddenly. It’s the second thing he’s said today, the first being “It’s too hot.”

“Ah, not very well,” Charles admits. “I haven’t swum in several years.”

Erik stares at him, impassive behind his large black sunglasses. Charles can’t even tell if he’s blinking. “You don’t like the water?”

“I don’t like the sun. It broils me.”

The tiniest uptick at the corner of Erik’s mouth. He looks around, but this section of beach is deserted, except for Hank and Raven laughing as they splash each other. Then he turns on his bum and lays back, putting his head squarely in Charles’ lap. Charles bites back an undignified squeak.

“Too hot to sit up,” Erik explains in a rather bored tone.

Charles smiles nervously. “And it’s not too hot to lay on people?” he asks.

“No.” Erik makes a show of settling, and sighs. “You’re hot, but the sun is hotter.”

“Oh. Um.”

Erik smiles up at him, and Charles loses his breath. “Will you swim with me? When it gets dark, so we don’t have to deal with the sun?”

“Yes,” Charles answers softly. “I would like that very much.”

malec4everr  asked:

I really don't know about the flash comics and still don't understand how and when and why Savitar was born. Please explain.

I don’t think we can look to the comics for an answer with how the show is doing this. I mean, there is a future!Barry in the comics with a black and blue suit, but he’s not ‘evil’ and he’s trying to fix shit. But I mean, he is an antagonist.

(recognize Savitar’s color scheme, anyone? google image search “future flash” for more)

I haven’t read this arc, personally, so I’m not 100% sure of future Flash’s motives but I think it’s about saving Wally and fixing the timeline. He’s still Barry, not a monster. @gorogues might be able to provide more details, or someone else who reads the comics more closely than I do?

But, I do think we can speculate a bit about “how and why and when Savitar was born” from what we’ve seen int he show.

Things that we know:

  • Savitar is a future offshoot or version of Barry
  • Savitar claims Barry stole “everything” from him
  • Savitar says it’s “him or Iris”
  • Savitar was trapped in the speed force by Barry

We know point 1 because 2024!Barry and Savitar have unique memories (Savitar doesn’t have 2024!Barry’s memories about Tracy, or else he’d never have been caught in her trap).

So it’s logical to assume that Savitar is going to be a time remnant of Barry, so that two version of Barry exist simultaneously in 2017. What sort of time remnant sort of remains to be seen. Is he a time traveller who comes back to 2017 or is he a time remnant created by Barry to stop Savitar, ultimately becoming what he was supposed to stop.

More disturbing still… Savitar could be ‘our’ Barry. And the Barry that continues on as Barry could be the time remnant. They’re indistinguishable from one another, right? Maybe. 

So that’s part of the how. And the when is “the near future”, like before the end of this season for sure, and likely right before (or right after?) Iris’s death. Because that “it’s you or me” thing he said, through Julian that one episode a while back. Savitar’s existence is, in some way, predicated on Iris dying. She lives, Savitar isn’t created.

And it can’t just be the grief of losing her. We’ve seen what that grief does - it leads to 2024!Barry and his bad haircut. 

Originally posted by theflashdaily

(this dude isn’t Savitar.)

So what is it that really causes Savitar, causes any version of Barry, to become… that? That’s the million dollar question. 

We’ve got some clues but I don’t have a fully formed theory on it yet. I think (hope?) it should deal with the Philosopher’s Stone in some way, but I don’t have a handle on how yet. 

It should involve him being trapped in the speedforce. But trapped as Savitar, in that suit, like Tracy plans to make? Or trapped before that, as just ‘Barry’, without the suit yet? Like he made that suit himself, right? He couldn’t have made it while trapped in the speedforce.

My current guess is that Barry makes a time remnant of himself to take Jay’s spot in the speedforce. That version is stuck reliving/seeing Iris’s death over and over and over again, as his worst moment ever. His personal hell.

(Or maybe not even for Jay. Maybe he just ends up trapped in there in some other way).

That Barry goes insane, over time. He’s distorted by Iris’s death. And… he starts to erode. He starts to slip into non-existence. Because he only exists if Savitar kills Iris. And if he doesn’t become Savitar, Iris doesn’t die.

He’s degrading into nothing in hell, and he’s already lived his own worst memories. The other him (our Barry) is living on in reality without him. Without this pain. Taking all the joy of life (and squandering it).

Remnant Barry tries to escape. I’m not sure how, but he’ll have to use the philosopher’s stone in some way to accomplish that, even for short periods of time. I don’t know how he gets/makes the suit, but it makes sense that he needs it if his whole existence has started to erode (maybe there’s no getting back the parts of himself that he lost? And maybe that explains the scarring?). He burns too hot without the suit, generates too much speed force; he’s still part of it, after all, still tied to it. Maybe it’s just the suit that even allows him to briefly escape the speedforce in the first place? 

He becomes the God of Motion. Over time and into other earths, killing other speedsters (Jay had heard of him, after all), taking from them to rebuild himself from the erosion. To exist.

But it’s not enough.

To exist - to stop eroding - he has to kill Iris. Then he can be. She’s already dead to him. He’s not really a fully-fledged person anymore, he doesn’t have the capacity for all those human emotions, not after the erosion he’s undergone. He can’t love, anymore.

And so he arrives in 2017, and sets these events in motion. This is all ancient history to him anyway.

anonymous asked:

I just don't know why.. why dusty's so cute with glasses! And Murder's too fricking hot without glasses!!! Explaining that mean for me!!!

@dailydrawingprompts prompt #5!

This is Tilly and Cassi! They live in a daycare owned by a man named Michael Peters, along with a b u n c h of animatronics. They have the minds of children(and a few swears they learned from Mike), and it’s basically a battle for Mike’s attention in the place.

They are very small(as seen, that cup next to Cassi is a small coffee cup.) and very sweet. Tilly’s a little shy, but can stick up for herself. The battle isn’t between the two though, it’s them vs. the robots.

The others are kinda mean to them, but they get more attention bc of this, and often get to spend time in Mike’s break room with him to hide from the others.

Their nicknames are Tilly May and Sassi, given to them by Mr. Mikey as they call him.

Anyways, besides my rambling, (excuse the room they’re in, not very good at backgrounds ;u;) here they are!

anonymous asked:

Some haki checking out her husband from afar, caught or not, your choice. Maybe canon verse, even. :)

(A sequel to this prompt; set a few months after the current arc)

The wedding of the king of Clarines is the event of the season; everyone who is anyone is present at the reception, lavishing the newlyweds with increasingly astounding gifts. The first prince of Viande and his lovely sister release a coterie’s worth of doves to symbolize the new beginning of their life together; Marquis Arluleon presents them with a new tapestry woven in cloth of gold, the king’s proud lineage documented in painstaking detail with enough room left for his and the queen consort’s issue; the first prince of Tanbarun shares with them a symphony he personally composed for the occasion. All is as it should be.

Save that not a single house of the north is in attendance, besides the queen’s own.

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how you and your boo from the avengers sleep

Bucky: Well the first time you ever “slept over” at Bucky’s apartment, he had no shame stripping down before getting into bed. You were surprised when he just got into bed like that, especially with you there for the first time. But over time you learned to enjoy waking up with abs in your face and the very sleepy soldier in front of you. He later explained when he sleeps he gets too hot, after all the cryo it fried his nerves so he’s immune to the cold and always is hot. But he also loves seeing your face all squished against his chest in the mornings, with drool coming out of your mouth. He likes skin to skin contact and feels it’s important for the relationship, plus who wouldn’t want to cuddle with Bucky Barnes’s abs?

Steve: The two of you were so entwined with one another while you slept, you looked like vines growing up the side of a building. Steve had his left leg between your two, and his right underneath. His arms were tightly around your waist, and clasped behind your back. It was almost like he had spent so much time alone while sleeping in the ice, he never wanted to feel alone in his sleep ever again. You didn’t mind, especially since he was beginning to smell like home to you. There has been a few times where you woke up in the middle of the night, and quickly discovered you were the big spoon. Nothing else mattered in those moments than holding your love in your arms.

Natasha: No one was ever allowed into your shared room with Nat, and she made it very clear with the security code pad on the door handle. The room was always at that middle temp, so the both of you were able to cuddle and not be hot. Nat loved being the big spoon, it gave her the feeling of being able to protect you, even while the two of you were sleeping. You tended to ignore the fact that she slept with a loaded gun under her pillow, but this way she was always ready in case someone busted in. To say she was a light sleeper was an understatement, any deep breath you took in your sleep she was awake and alert. Although, you did find it pretty cute when she peppered kisses to your face when the two of you were awake in the midnight hours.

Thor: He is an actual cuddle bear, and he also liked to sleep shirtless. (which only made it better) If he could, he would have you just laying on top of him for the whole day and never move out of bed. Also, Thor was always super cold so having you on him made him feel like he was in his warm bed at home in Asgard. But, Thor’s snores could wake the dead, and it was like literal thunder waking you up. But when Tony finally starts to hear him from 3 rooms over, and through soundproof walls, he made Thor a special thing for his nose to prevent snoring. So now you were able to cuddle close to your love, and not worry about the obnoxious snores coming from the man under you.

Wanda: Having her as your girlfriend came with it’s own perks, like the fact that she was able to put you to sleep after having a rough day or a nightmare. She loved being the little spoon, which was something you could totally get with. It was rare for her to ever fall asleep before you since she liked to talk about the whole day, and the little things she saw before the two of you would drift off to sleep. Something that nobody on the team knew (well except Nat, she knows everything) was that Wanda enjoyed singing in Sokovian to try and calm you down from nightmares. It was so nice sleeping next to her sometimes you wished you never had to get out of the warm sheets you shared with the beautiful girl you hoped to call your wife one day.

Tony: It was no secret to anyone that he’s an insomniac, and that he spent most hours of the night down in the lab doing God knows what. But when he finally does decide to come to bed, Tony makes so much commotion it wakes you up out of a sound sleep. So you are always waiting in bed with wide open arms for Tony, who tends to flop on top of you for his own comfort. He always sleeps well when there isn’t any pending missions, but sometimes it seems like Tony enjoys being up in the middle of the night. You weren’t always awake with him, but when you were, the two of you enjoyed sitting on the loveseat on the balcony outside your shared bedroom. Those New York sunrises and being next to your love made it all worth being awake.

Pietro: The speedster slept hard, and it wasn’t like he got up early either. After running around all day, either pranking or on a mission, he was absolutely exhausted. Not to mention the fact that his muscles were always aching to the max, which left you to be the best significant other; always giving Piet leg massages before bed. Pietro adored everything about you, and sometimes he would spend a few minutes of slowing down just staring at you, running his fingers through your hair before going to sleep himself. It meant more than you knew to him that you were always there for him through thick and thin, fast and slow. So you felt like his neck kisses were enough compensation for giving him leg massages.

Peter: Spidey was adorable when he was all tired from a long day, and super cuddly. It was almost like he switched off the twitchy teen part of his brain and just went straight to focusing on you laying next to him. Since the two of you had just moved in with each other in the tower, there was always new experiences being shared. But the winding down at night felt like a constant thing. Especially how he threw his arm around you, and would ghost his fingers up and down your arm. The two of you were so tired from Avengers activities during the day, it was hard making it through the movies you started to watch at nights. But you wouldn’t trade the amazing drooling spiderman in your bed for anyone else in the world.

As the World Falls Down - Ryan Haywood x Reader

Name: As the World Falls Down

Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader

Word Count: 3541

A/N: Holy shit this got away from me. This was meant to be 500~ words but I love masquerades and Ryan and aaaaaaah, so here you go. flashfic prompts are still open.

Prompt: Meeting at a masquerade with Ryan.

You took a deep breath and smoothed your skirts over your knees nervously. Your feathered mask sat on the bench next to you, waiting to be donned when you arrived at the masquerade. Your invitation sat alone on the bench in front of you, secured by an ornamental letter opener that was to be your thank you gift for the host.

Lord Haywood’s Masquerade Ball drew nobles from four kingdoms, and sometimes beyond. The parties were attended by lords and ladies, princess and princesses, and sometimes kings and queens, themselves. It was the best chance for nobility to socialize without the burden of politeness and etiquette. You, like many other young women, had been sent to gain potential suitors. Your name on the guest list would be enough to garner some interest, but attendance was mandatory.

The footman brought the horses to a halt in front of Haywood Manor. You positioned your mask over your face and took a breath. Gathering your skirts in both hands, you let the footman help you out of the carriage. When you were steady on the cobblestone, he retrieved your invitation and gift for you. One of Lord Haywood’s servants dressed in a blue waistcoat and a simple mask stepped forward and took both your invitation and your gift with a bow. Another offered his arm and whisked you off into the party.

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a bunny hopping in to show off his murse… (〃ノωノ) 

Shane headcanons shane headcanons shane headcanons SHANE HEADCANONS.

I got more for you lovelies, I’ve either already written about some of them or I plan to, so may not be surprising to see them here, but feel like for those not familiar with my writing but still like headcanon posts, it’d be nice to see!

These are mostly Shane and Jas headcanons, since I love to think about their relationship.

  • Shane has self-harmed in the past, cutting. He wears his jacket almost all of the time because of it, as he doesn’t like people questioning him about it and doesn’t want Jas to find out, since she already has anxiety issues with her young age.
  • Unfortunately, Jas did find out one day, when Shane felt a bit too hot to wear his jacket. He explained to her it was because of sadness he felt after having to quit soccer, but he fights the sadness so it doesn’t hurt him anymore.
  • Jas put bandages over the scars the first time she found out, in order to “help the owies.” Ever since then, Shane always wears bandages over his wrists.
  • The first time Jas got sick, Shane was absolutely panicked. He ended up rushing out in the middle of the night to get Harvey, even though it turned out to be just a simple cold.
  • Shane has slipped up quite a few times and called Jas his daughter before. He always catches himself and clarifies, but he does really care about her like if she were his own.
  • (Post that inspired it) Shane partakes in book clubs with Jas, which mostly involve him, her and her stuffed animals, though sometimes Marnie or Vincent joins in. It’s always kids books, but Shane always partakes when he has a chance to make Jas happy.
  • Shane’s favorite holiday is the Egg Festival, as he loves coloring eggs with Jas and watching her have a blast looking for eggs.
  • Shane will often read Jas to sleep if she’s having trouble going to sleep, or woke from a nightmare. He also always pampers her with sweets when she does have nightmares.

Now for some normal Shane headcanons!

  • (NSFW) Shane is an utterly filthy talker when he’s aroused. His filter is just completely gone, and often speaks without thinking.
  • Despite Shane being a firm believer that all things magic has a scientific explanation, he actually has potent magical energies within him he hasn’t tapped into yet. Indeed, Rasmodius is starting to take an interest as the energies continue to grow…
  • Shane actually has really bad balance. He tends to lose it without any provocation, though he rarely ever out and out falls. Part of it is due to his horrible leg.
  • Shane is approaching 29 in terms of age.
  • Shane surprisingly has a friendship with Elliott. While the two didn’t get along initially, due to Elliott’s dislike of the Joja Corp and how Shane was initially quite rude to him, the two bonded over their mutual hatred of the company and their love of good alcohol. The two have had drinking contests before, Elliott always fails at one drink.
  • Another surprising friendship is one with Emily, due to his frequent at the bar and how he’s such a regular. It’s gotten to the point some suspect there’s a thing between the two. Shane’s not interested in her that way though.
I promise I’ll do better with every heartbeat I have

I promise I’ll do better with every heartbeat I have

summary: Ava has a colorful vocabulary.

“Where is Phillip?” Jane heard her five year old’s voice from the doorway and looked up. She was swamped with work and had spent all morning in the home office she shared with Kurt, leaving her husband to watch over Ava.

“I’m sorry, what?” she looked up from her laptop and saw Ava standing in front of her, hands on her hips in nothing but her underwear.

She raised her eyebrow at this sudden lack of wardrobe. When she had last seen her, Jane was sure her daughter had clothes on. “Honey? Where are your clothes?” she asked. “I took them off. Where is Phillip? Daddy needs Phillip?” Ava said. 

“Phillip who?” Jane asked, and then shook her head, focusing on what was more important at the moment, “Why’d you take off your clothes?”

“Because it’s fucking hot. Daddy took his shirt off too,” Ava explained simply, “the damn air crundisher broked. Daddy and I are fixing it, but he needs Phillip.”

A Phillips-Head, Jane understood, but her mind was focused on the five year old’s words choice. Jane got up and took her daughter’s hand, moving directly upstairs to where the damn broken air conditioner was. She found Kurt there, in pair of shorts and, very much like Ava had said, nothing else, working, surrounded by tools and the parts of the AC he had taken apart. “Kurt, honey, a word?” Jane said, causing him to turn swiftly at the rare use of the pet name. He got up and walked towards her. “Hi,” he said with a big smile. He moved in to kiss her but she planted a hand on his chest, pushing him back. “You’re sweaty,” she teased. “Yeah, the -“ 

“Yes, I know, the damn air conditioner is broken,” she said and he looked at her in confusion. “Baby, why don’t you go play in your room?” she said, sending their daughter away for a moment.

They watched her go and then turned back to each other. Jane crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “You know I love how much Ava takes after you and adores you,” she said and he nodded, “but I really don’t appreciate her walking around cursing like a sailor.”

“Oh shit,” Kurt said and then quickly shut his eyes tight and shook his head, “sorry, sorry.”

Jane laughed, moving towards the small closet in the corridor and grabbing the Phillips-Head, she handed it to him. “Now, why don’t you finish fixing the damn air conditioner. I’ll turn the sprinklers on in the back yard and play with potty-mouth for a while,” she said, and leaning in she said, “come join us later,” she added, kissing him quickly and walking away with a wicked smile on her lips.

Holiday Challenge: 16

A/N: This got long. I’m not sorry. Thank you @malindacath for the traditions idea!

You knock on the door and it only takes a second for it to swing open. Aaron is standing there with a grin on his face and a Santa hat slightly askew.
“Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas Aaron.” You tell him with a laugh. You go to enter the house when he stops you with a held up hand. You furrow your brow at him and he points up at the ceiling. “Low blow Rossi!” You call and you hear him laugh from the other side of the wall. “What would you have done if it was someone else who opened the door?”
“Penelope opened it for me. She and Sam are already here.”
“Are you trying to make me jealous?” You tease quietly and he grins before pulling you to him and covering your mouth with his. Most of the team doesn’t know about your relationship, Rossi does but only because he can read Aaron so well and JJ caught you kissing once.
“Let’s get you inside and warmed up.” He says letting you cross the threshold. “I can bring your bag up to our room if you want.”
“Me, you and Jack?”
“No, Jack, Henry and Kai are sharing a room.”
“So are we telling the team?”
“If you want to.” You nod and his face breaks out in a smile. “Good.”
JJ and her family show up soon after you did. Henry comes barreling into the house and thunders up the stairs in his excited search for Jack. Derek and Savannah aren’t long after, their toddler Hank squealing excitedly. Spencer shows up with the girl he’s been dating Sarah. The party gets loud quickly, with your whole team, your families, Rossi’s daughter and her family, it’s chaotic.
“Alright.” Rossi says with a grin clinking his fork on his glass to quiet your rowdy group. “I want to thank you all for spending Christmas Eve here with me and my family. Now that we’ve had drinks and snacks I’d like to start my family tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve my family would have a cocktail hour followed by A White Christmas. But before that I know that Hotch has a tradition he and Jack do. Hotch?”
“Yes, Jack could you go get the supplies?” His son nods and takes off at a sprint up the stairs. “Every year Jack and I make a Christmas ornament for each other so we’re going to hand out ornaments with someone else’s name on them. You get to decorate the ornament any way you want.” Jack comes down with the bin and everyone gets an ornament. You’ve been given Joy’s, you start the Garcia family tradition while you’re all working. Watching the classic Christmas movies, Rudolf, The Grinch, Frosty the Snowman. You all sing along when you know the words and talk quietly over the movies.
When you’re all finished with your ornaments you leave them to dry and head outside to play in the snow, Spencer’s request. Of course Derek starts a snowball fight and a half hour later you all head back into the house soaking wet and laughing.
“Alright, let’s split off and put on some dry clothes, pajamas, and we can give out our ornaments then watch White Christmas.” JJ says peeling the wet coat off of her younger son.
“Before we watch the movie could we do my tradition?” You ask softly.
“Oh of course.” JJ says gathering up as many wet coats as she can. Rossi takes the rest and the two of them head down to the laundry room while the rest of you head up to change and you grab the key. Meeting all back at the tree you unveil the key.
“This, is a magic key.” You tell the group of five little boys, “This key will open any door so that Santa can get in when the fireplace is too hot or fake.” You explain. “We need to hang it on the front door and Santa will leave the key on the tree after he uses it.”
“But what if someone else comes in with the key?” Jack asks.
“Ah! I was hoping someone would ask that.” You say with a grin, “Only Santa can use the key. Do you want to test it on the door?” He nods and you hand over the key. He goes to the door and can’t get the key to fit and a smile lights his face.
“Can I hang it?” You nod and he does before shutting and locking Rossi’s front door.
“Alright. It’s time to give our ornaments and then hang them on the tree.” Aaron says and you all follow him back to the kitchen. You give Joy her brightly colored ornament and receive a tight hug back. Everyone hangs their ornament but you still don’t have yours. You don’t want to say anything, maybe someone was embarrassed about what it looked like but once everyone has settled down Aaron takes your hand.
“I have your ornament.” He says, the room goes silent as your team, your family, watches him present it to you. It’s not very elaborate but has four beautifully written words on it. You go to look up at him but are startled to find him on his knee in front of you.
“Hell yes.” You check the yes box on the ornament before hanging it on the tree. Your team collectively looses their minds. Aaron kisses you and slides the ring on your finger before you’re pulled away from one another to receive hugs and kisses from everyone in the room.
After the excitement dies down you curl up next to Aaron on the couch, Jack leaning against your other side. You sigh happily and look at the ornament Aaron had made for you. The black outlined gold letters sparkle against the lights of the tree.
Will you marry me?
This is one Christmas tradition that you’re going to continue for a long time.

So like I’m sore all over, exhausted, headachey, and keep switching from too hot to too cold. These can all be explained by my usual awful state, but they’re also all signs of an incoming viral infection that I’ve ignored to my own peril in the past. But I literally don’t have time to be sick so hopefully it’s just whatever makes me feel bad on a day to day basis instead.

A Gintama chapter a day keeps the ending away...Lesson 142

My New Year’s resolution for 2017: re-read a chapter of Gintama every day starting from the beginning and relive the joy that is Gintama lesson-by-lesson. Hopefully I will never reach the end of the series should Sorachi-sama have a change of heart and never conclude it.

What I Loved in Lesson 142:

Shinpachi being a badass samurai while looking completely freaked out.

Sadaharu doing his part to defeat the enemy.

Gintoki being Gintoki.

Cool plot twist, but most importantly, No. 502 looks cute, even if he’s technically an old geezer. He kinda looks like Okita.

Ships Tally:

Again none cuz everyone was too busy running away from hot killer robot maids and explaining everything. And I’m not counting ShinTama cuz she was only a head and even I have to draw the line somewhere…I mean, Celty from DRRR!! is only a body, true, but at least she could derive SOME pleasure from Shinra whereas all a body-less Tama could do is give–and I should probably shut up already.

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just so freaking amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s generosity that I can enjoy Gintama on yet another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.


“I never meant to fall in love with you”

It was a very sunny day, and the crisp air held that special holiday scent that reminded everyone of the festivities to come. Nico’s boots came down on fallen leaves, crunching them noisily and satisfyingly as he walked down the street.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he sighed and took a deep breath. This was a bad idea. A horrible idea and he should have refused the second Percy told him about it. Blind dates never went well.  

It was a very humid night. He had to make his way around puddles of dirty water and annoyed pedestrians walking too fast in their frantic hurry to get home. Meanwhile Nico didn’t want to ever make it to the coffee shop he was walking toward.

Still, he managed to make it to the glass doors. He stared at them like they were a portal to Hell. Maybe that’s exactly what they would be. Blind dates never ended well.

Bracing himself, and letting out a quick huff, Nico opened the door and gave Percy’s name to the hostess. She smiled and grabbed a menu for him, leading him down a peanut shell strewn path to a booth near the other end of the restaurant. The lights were dim, but Nico could still make out the major details on his date.

Frankly, he didn’t think Percy could have made a worse choice. This guy was completely his opposite. Blond, and tanned, dressed in cargo shorts and a fucking polo. As Nico got closer, he looked up and Nico was surprised at how blue his eyes were. His eyes widened a fraction before he smiled nervously. “Hi.”

It wasn’t like he could avoid this. He may as well get it over with. He opened the doors and scanned the quiet café quickly. Then he saw his head of blond hair, shining silver against the lights that reflected off of him.

He was wearing a pair of jeans Nico had convinced him to buy with tears in the fabric and graphic tee he’d gotten when Star Wars came out. As Nico started for him, he noticed the distant, tired look in his blue eyes. When Nico sat, the blue eyes Nico had come to love so much drifted over to him slowly before he gave him a tense smile. “Hey.”

At first it was so awkward, Nico debated pretending to go to the bathroom to escape if a hole in the earth didn’t open up to swallow him soon. They were obviously not expecting the other’s appearance. Nico had learned that his name was Will and… well that was all he’d learned.

They’d ordered drinks awkwardly, not really sure of who should talk to the waiter. Then they’d attempted conversation, but it usually reached an awkward silence.

“So uh, how old are you?” Nico asked.

“Twenty-three,” he answered.

“Ah I’m twenty-two.” Will nodded and smiled.

After another silence, Will said, “So what do you like to do? For fun?”

“I like movies. And writing.” Will nodded and Nico cleared his throat. “Uh, you?”

“I like playing basketball. I like being outside and listening to music.” Another nod.

Usually being with Will wasn’t so tense. But they both knew where this was going and neither of them seemed to want to speak first. Nico looked down at his hands on the table and played with his fingers, unsure of what to say.

“Did you order anything?” Will asked.

“No. It’s too hot for coffee,” he explained. Will didn’t answer. “Look, could you just… get it over with?” He looked up to meet his eyes. “I know how this goes. And I know how you are about being gentle, but don’t. Just rip the Band-Aid off.”

Will sighed and shook his head.

It wasn’t until their food came that they seemed to warm up to each other. “You’re really going to finish all of that?” Will asked doubtfully, eyeing the half rack of ribs, the steak, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and the large roll on his plate.

Nico raised a cocky eyebrow. “Do you doubt me?” Will, noting the playful tone, looked at him and smiled. A real smile that time, and Nico actually felt his cheeks flush. “Watch me,” he said, as he began to eat.

“Don’t eat so fast, you’ll get a stomachache,” Will warned with a smile. Nico rolled his eyes. Through barbecue sauce and slipping utensils, they began to laugh a little more, talk a little more comfortably. It surprised Nico that Will didn’t seem intimidated in the least by him, and even more surprising that Nico found his company comfortable. Suddenly, all too soon, they were done eating and leaving the restaurant.

“Um, you said you like movies,” Will said, before Nico went to his car. “Why don’t we go watch one? I mean we’re already out, so….” He shrugged and bit his lip. Nico felt a smile spread on his face.


“Don’t do that,” Nico said, frustrated. “I don’t need the explanations okay? I just….” He looked away from Will and sighed. “You’re sick of me. I know. I’m a handful and I’m a mess and-”

“Nico, stop,” Will interrupted. “I’m not sick of you. And everyone’s a mess, what makes you think you’re worse?” Nico shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “This is your choice, Nico. Frankly, I’m just as scared as you are right now.”

Nico furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at him. “What are you talking about?”

Will put his head in his hands and cleared his throat. “We haven’t been dating long, I know that. But- Nico stop shaking your head at me, would you just listen?” Nico scowled and crossed his arms. Will rolled his eyes and stood up. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Nico frowned and shrugged. “Okay.”

It was so cheesy. So cliché. But that’s what made Nico smile. He’d been smiling for so long his cheeks hurt, but he couldn’t stop. As the movie began, he felt the back of Will’s hands brush against his own and his breath hitched.

It had been a long time since anyone held Nico’s hand. It had been a long time since he felt this nervous around someone. It was funny to think that only three hours ago, Nico had felt nothing but apprehension. When Nico didn’t pull away, Will’s hand began to slowly turn palm up. Nico glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes and saw him focused on the movie, a smiled tugging at his lips.

Nico fought back his own and as Will’s thumb rubbed along the side of his hand, he allowed himself to slowly place his hand over Will’s. His fingers curled between the spaces of Will’s and each let out a breath as their hands locked.

Even when the movie was over, their hands remained intertwined, and finally their eyes met.

Will slipped his hand into Nico’s as they walked and Nico frowned. This wasn’t how a break up went.

“So, I’ve been wanting to go to med school, you know that,” he started. Nico did. Will had graduated from premed the year before and had decided to take a year off to decide on a new school. “And I found one I want to go to. And I applied.”

“Did you… get rejected?” he asked.

“No. No, I got accepted.”

“Well that’s great,” Nico encouraged, still unsure of why this conversation had called for a tense coffee meeting.

Then Will pulled him aside near an old bookstore and shut his eyes. “Nico, it’s in California,” he whispered. Nico’s eyebrows shot up. That was on the complete other side of the country. “I have to move to California,” he emphasized.

“Wh-what are you asking me then?” Nico stammered. They hadn’t been dating long, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to move clear across the country for him. “I mean I’m still enrolled at NYU, what-”

“I know, Nico.” He opened his eyes and finally allowed himself to meet Nico’s eyes.

“So… I take it you’d be up for a second date?” Will asked. Nico chuckled and nodded. “I’m sorry it was so awkward at first.”

Nico shook his head and smiled at their hands. “No it’s…. It’s okay. I don’t think either of us were really expecting… this.” Will laughed and leaned against the movie theater building. The air hit Nico’s cheeks, making him feel awake and excited. Will’s cheeks were bright red, though it may have been from the cold or from Nico looking at him in wonder. “So I don’t scare you?”

Will scoffed. “I was a pre-med student. I’ve seen some scary things.” Nico raised an eyebrow. “You’re not scary.”

“I could make you regret saying that,” Nico murmured, a teasing smile on his face. Will flushed and cleared his throat. It made Nico laugh.

“Alright, Prince of Darkness,” Will teased. “I have to get back home. But first-.” He pulled out his phone and gave it to Nico. “Number.”

Nico raised his eyebrows in approval of his straightforward request and entered his number. “Thank you. For tonight,” he said as he gave the phone back. “I had fun, surprisingly.” Will smiled and put his phone away. He took Nico’s hand again and began playing with his fingers.

“Crap,” he muttered. Nico looked at him confused. “I should go, but I don’t want to.” Nico rolled his eyes and laughed. Will looked at him with his hypnotizing eyes and bit his lip.

Nico looked at him, the smile fading from his face. It was all or nothing. Without another thought, he leaned forward and kissed him, the boy who had been a stranger that afternoon and had suddenly become something else by the time the stars twinkled own on them. Surprisingly, Will kissed him back.

“You’re leaving me?” he asked in a broken whisper. Will furrowed his eyebrows and brought his hands up to his lips. “Will,” Nico insisted.

“I’m sorry, Nico. I didn’t think I’d get in, but… I got the letter last week.” Nico looked down at the wet pavement. “Hey, but… I mean, relationships can work long distance too. Maybe when you graduate you can come with me?”

Nico scoffed and shook his head. “What you really think you won’t meet someone else? Someone more like you, someone who understands every medical thing you love to talk about, someone who doesn’t look… like me?” Will’s hands cupped his face and he pressed their foreheads together. “Do it. Go ahead, break up with me.”

Will shook his head. “I don’t want to,” he pleaded. “Nico, I still want to be with you.”

“It wasn’t going to work out, Will.” Will snatched his hands away and stepped away from Nico, aggravation clear in his features.

“So you just want to give up? You don’t want to even try?” he shouted. Nico shut his eyes and leaned against the bookstore’s window. He called his name, but he was still yelling at him. Again, he called his name, but Will didn’t listen.

With his eyes still closed, Nico said, “Will, I’m in love with you.” Will stopped talking and Nico opened his eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to. I never meant to fall in love you. But I did. I fell so hard, and I…. I can’t bear the thought of you so far away. I know you’ll meet someone else and it’ll just hurt that much more if we try to stay togeth-”

Suddenly, Will’s lips were against his, swallowing his words and his fears. His lips were soft but the kiss was desperate. He pulled back and his fingers dug into Nico’s skin desperately. “I love you too,” he whispered. “I love you too, Nico and I don’t want this to be over. Please.” Nico stared at him in wonder and pain. He pushed a single strand of hair away and caressed his face lightly.

Without answering, he pulled him in again, kissing him as softly and nervously as he had the first time.