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Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 11

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 5.5k

Warnings: Angst, Blood

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta! 

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10

“What?” you breathed out, your eyes glued to it.

“We will get you to agree, one way or another. But we will always make sure you…” she paused as you looked at her with wide eyes.

“And your unborn child stay alive.”

“Wha-” you blinked, shaking your head “No, no no. What- what the fuck is this?” you growled, feeling tears well up in your eyes once more and this time it was more intense, just like the feeling in your chest.

“Heart monitors, of course.” she said casually “To make sure your hearts just keep beating and that your pulses don’t rise dangerously so. I mean, it will all depend on you. How willing are you to risk your child’s life, (Y/n), for these hunters you call family?” she asked, clicking her pen and you clenched your jaw at her.

“What- I- I don’t- I’m not- I can’t- I-” you shut your eyes, breathing heavily and as expected your heart started beating faster as it was heard by one of the monitors. The contastly repeating sounds along with the awful smell of this place, and probably the condition you were in, made you feel even more dizzy than you were at first.

“What?” she chuckled, raising an eyebrow “Don’t tell me you didn’t know about it. Oh wow, apologies for breaking the easter egg a little too fast for you.” she said so casually you wished so bad you could do something to shut her up.

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Four years

Sam and Dean are out on a hunt. For the second month in a row you’ve missed your period, suspicious you ask Cas to get you a pregnancy test. “Sam and Dean are so going to kill me.” You say when you see the results are positive. So your brothers wouldn’t find the test you wrap it up in a pad wrapper and throw it away. You somehow get rid of the box that the test came in as well, then promptly break down crying.

“Hey what’s going on?” A familiar voice asks- Chuck.

“Think you already know Chuck. I mean you’re god after all.” You answer wiping away the tears.

“What do you want to do with the four of them?”

“Did you just say I’m having quadruplets?”

“Two boys and two girls.” You sigh, then ask if there is anyway to keep the five of you away from the supernatural world. “I can do that, if you really want to leave.” You nod- Chuck then snaps his fingers packing all your clothes, and personal items. He then snaps his fingers again transporting you and your things to a cabin in the woods- he also teleported your car.

“Thank you Chuck. This means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

A month after you fled from the only life you’ve ever known you change your phone number. It’s kind of nice not having supernatural things breathing down your neck- then again no creature in their right mind would go after someone that is protected by an army of angels and by God himself. Granted there are a few idiots… then there’s Garth, he falls into his own category.

One night there was a small pack of werewolves outside of the cabin, in the morning you wearily walk outside and find Garth and a few members of his pack stationed outside. They’re more or less guarding the place. “Jeez Garth, you gave me a small heart attack yesterday.” You say as you lean against your car looking at your werewolf friend.

“That was unintentional. I just saw your car. Figured you were on a hunt and weren’t done with it or something similar to that.” Garth replies. His eyes fall onto your stomach- you were starting to show. “Wasn’t expecting to find you here pregnant…”

“If you tell either one of my brothers about this I will shoot you.”

“You haven’t told them?” You shake your head.

“I don’t want my kids to be in the hunting lifestyle, besides if my brothers found out about this one of them would more then likely scream bloody murder.” Garth just nods in response.
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“Hey Chuck…” You say one day.

“What’s wrong?” God asks in response, concern noticeable in his voice. You lightly chuckle to yourself.

“Nothing- I was actually wondering if you would be willing to be the kids’ godfather.”

“Why me out of everyone?”

“Because you’re going out of your way to help me. Besides, I doubt any supernatural being in their right mind would go after four children that are god’s godchildren.”

“When you put it that way then I don’t see any reason why I would say no.” A gentle smile forms on your face. “Decided on names yet?”

“Yeah… the girls are Ellie and Mary, and the boys are John and Bobby.” Chuck notices the distant look on your face and asks what’s wrong. You then tell him that you were worried about delivering the four of them- they’re due any day now.

“If you’re that worried about it, I can always snap some surgeons into existence to help deliver them.” Chuck says sitting down next to you.

“That’s if something goes wrong.” You counter. Chuck thinks about it for a second before agreeing. You grimace slightly as one of the four children in your womb kick you rather hard.

“What was that face for, do you hate me that much?” A certain archangel named Gabriel asks popping in as you do that.

“I don’t hate you- someone kicked me rather hard just now.” You reply. Over the last few months different angels have shown up to help you out- Cas, Gabe, and Balthazar are the three main ones (besides Chuck of course) that haven show up and lent you a helping hand or two. “How’s Sam and Dean doing?” Cas is normally the one that keeps tabs on your brothers for you, but today you asked Gabriel to do it.

“They just got done with a windigo hunt in Tennessee, miraculously they got out of that one with a few scrapes and bruises. Both of them have all but given up on trying to locate you.”

“That sounds like my brothers alright. I’ve been gone for seven months now and they are still searching high and low for me…” You trail off. The inside fabric of your pants is soaking wet- your water just broke.


“I think my water just broke.” You reply closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves.

You deliver Bobby on your own, the other three you’re having problems with. “Okay Y/N, I have to interfere here.” Chuck says snapping his fingers, less than two seconds later you’re on a gurney, with an i.v in your arm.

“Chuck?” You weakly ask. Chuck doesn’t say anything in response instead he just snaps his fingers again creating a small team of surgeons out of thin air. He then tells Gabriel something but you don’t catch it because you’re so disoriented. The archangel presses two fingers to your forehead rendering you unconscious.
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When the quadruplets turn one, Chuck does something unexpected- he literally moves your family to a larger house. “You didn’t have to do that Chuck.” You say.

“You’re right I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” Chuck replies. You laugh lightly. Considering you didn’t have a lot when you left the bunker, unpacking is relatively easy. Your neighbors are actually rather nice people and a few of them have kids around the same age as yours.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and months turn into years. It’s the day before the quadruplets fourth birthday- you ask Balthazar to babysit for awhile so you can get a few things from the store.

While at the store you unintentionally crash into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” You quickly apologise, as (hair color) hair falls into your eyes.

“No harm done.” The person you collided with replies. Your heart skips a beat- you know that voice, it belongs to Sam. You move your hair out of your eyes hoping to see someone that just sounds like your brother; much to your dismay it is your brother. “Y/N?” Your brother asks surprised.

“Hi Sammy.” You answer sheepishly. Instead of your brother getting after you he just smiles at you. You know Sam has questions but he doesn’t get a chance to ask any because Dean shows up holding two different kinds of pie, not paying much attention to you.

“I can’t make up my mind so I’m getting both of them.” Your eldest brother says. “You going to get anything?”

“Right now I’m thinking of a hug from our kid sister.” Sam replies causing you to laugh. Your laughter causes Dean to look at you. His candy apple green eyes light up like a Christmas tree. You’re honestly expecting one of them to yell at you but that doesn’t happen; instead you get a bone crushing hug from each of them.

“You two aren’t mad at me?” You ask.

“I’m mad alright, but I’m also happy to see you.” Dean answers. “Where have you been for the last three almost four years?”

“Not hunting that’s for sure.” You answer.

“What’s with the toys?” Sam asks noticing the contents of your basket.

“The toys are birthday gifts for four troublemakers.” You reply. “I don’t really want to go into detail about this.”

“Come on (nickname), what’s going on?” You sigh, Sam just pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

“It’s easier to take you two back to my place than explain it…”
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“You know when you said place, I wasn’t expecting a house.” Dean comments as he gets out of the impala. You laugh lightly as you unlock the front door and open it. You then invite your brothers in.

You groan when you see the mess, you also know who made the mess- Bobby. “Robert Adam!” You nearly yell. Bobby doesn’t answer- which is a little odd. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Ellie, holding her toy elephant. “Come ‘ere little elephant.” You say picking the toddler up and placing her on your hip. You call Ellie little elephant because of her name and because of the fact elephants are your daughter’s favorite animal.

“You babysitting or something?” Dean asks, making you turn around and look at your eldest brother.

“No… if anyone is babysitting it would be either Cas, Gabe, Balthazar or Chuck.” You answer. You then turn attention to your mini-me. “Have you seen your siblings recently princess?”

“U'cle Bath is playing wif them out slide.” The three almost four year old girl answers. Ellie has always had issues saying Balthazar’s name as well as outside. You set Ellie on the ground before kneeling down in front of her so you could look into her eyes.

“Mind getting them for me?”

“Otay mommy.” Ellie then toddles off looking for her brothers and her sister. You smile as you stand back up.

“Is that why you left- you were pregnant?” Sam asks. For a moment there you completely forgot that your brothers were there.

“Pretty much…” You answer, as you head to the kitchen to get something to drink. Sam and Dean follow you of course. You pull out the two beers that you hid in the back of the fridge, you also grab a can of soda. You give the beer to the boys. “Haven’t had much alcohol since the kids were born.” You explain.

“How many kids do you have anyways?” Sam asks as he opens his beer and takes a swig.

“I have quadruplets.” A look of horror flashes across your brothers’ faces. “Relax I always have a helping hand when it comes to the four of them.” As you’re talking to your brothers- someone clamps onto your right leg; John.

“Tag!” You hear Mary exclaim.

“Nuh-uh, mommy’s safe.” John argues. Mary sticks out her tongue- she also flips off her brother.

“Mary Louise… where did you learn that gesture?” You scold looking at Mary unamused.

“You don’t get after U'cle Gabe when he does it.” Mary pouts.

“Well Uncle Gabe is technically a grown up. Even if he doesn’t act like it.” When Bobby comes in he tries to slink away before you notice him- that doesn’t work too well. “Bobby, are you going to tell me why there’s a mess in the hallway?” You inquire causing the eldest quadruplet to look down at the ground.

“Sorry mommy.” He answers. You sigh before ruffling his hair. Confused he looks up at you- and spots your brothers. He then cowers behind you slightly intimidated. You don’t really blame him, Sam and Dean are skyscrapers compared to a toddler. His eyes widen. “Who are they?” He squeaks.

“It’s okay mini-moose, they’re not going to hurt you.” You say as you pick your son up and set him on your hip. “There we go, they’re not so gigantic from up here are they?” Bobby shakes his head shaggy (hair color) hair falling into his face. Bobby reminds you of Sam in more than one way; hence the nickname of mini-moose. You then introduce Bobby to your brothers.

“Mommy calls you a moose too?” Bobby asks Sam.

“She does actually. She’s weird like that.” Sam replies.

“Sammy.” You groan. Your older brother flashes you a smile. “Okay, you’re getting heavy.” You mutter as you set Bobby down. No surprise that he toddles over to Sam and does grabby hands wanting up.

“Y/N, you’ve only said three names while we’ve been here. I don’t know your other son’s name.” Dean comments.

“His name is John.” You answer. “Johnathan Daniel.”

“Am I in trouble?” John meekly asks in response.

“Now why would you think something like that?”

“You said my full name.”

“You’re not in trouble bud, I was just telling your uncle what your name is.”

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Once you put the kids to bed for the night Dean asks you about their names and who is the eldest out of the four of them. “Bobby was first, then Mary, John after her and Ellie is the youngest.” You explain. “As for their names- I named them after dad, Bobby, Ellen and your mom.”

“Not what I meant. I was wondering where Adam, Louise, Daniel and Jo came from.” Dean clarifies.

“Oh. Adam and Jo were my picks- Adam for our brother, and Jo for Jo Harvelle. Louise was Balthazar’s pick and Daniel was Gabriel’s.”

“I thought Gabe was dead…” Sam mutters to himself. “How have you managed to get out of hunting for almost four years now?” He sounds slightly jealous.

“One, Chuck’s the one that has made sure nothing supernatural comes near my kids; and two who in their right mind would go after the godchildren of god himself?”

“Fair point.” Sam rabbit trails slightly. “Why’d you threaten to shoot Garth?”

“He scared the ever loving crap out of me. How would you feel if you heard a pack of werewolves on your doorstep- yet none of them dared to enter?”

“When you say it like that, I don’t blame you for wanting to shoot him.” Dean checks his watch.

“We should get going. It was good to see you sis.” He says standing up.

“Dean wait… I want you two to stay here for a little bit. I mean I have two spare rooms completely furnished.” You counter. “Also the kids really like both of you- it’s also their birthday tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“Trust me you won’t be imposing. My door is always open for you two- except when you have a creature on your asses.” Your brothers laugh.

In the morning you’re not surprised to find Dean in the kitchen. “Morning Dean.” You say.

“Morning (Nickname). I was tempted to make breakfast but I didn’t know if I was allowed to do that and I also don’t know what your kids like.” He explains running a hand through his hair.

“You can always use the kitchen.” You glance at your phone seeing what day of the week it is. “As for food it’s Saturday, which means pancakes.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I try and make pancakes for the kids every Saturday.” You answer as you start digging in the pantry looking for the dry ingredients for pancakes. You sigh when you can’t find them. “Guess pancakes aren’t going to be happening today.”

“Want me to make a supply run?” You tell your brother that you can go. “Are you sure? Seriously though I can go.”

“I need to get a few other things too, and I don’t want to make a list.” Eventually Dean gives in.
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(Dean POV)
I watch as Y/N grabs her keys and takes her leave. I’m still trying to recover from the fact that my little sister is a mom.

“U'nle De?” One of the kids ask tugging on my shirt pulling me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I ask looking down at the child. I’m pretty sure it’s Mary, but I might be wrong. It’s hard to determine who is who.

“Will you play with us?”


By the time Y/N gets back from the store, Sam and I are being used as pillows. The girls are curled up against me while the boys are asleep against my brother. “They weren’t too much trouble were they?” Y/N asks when she sees the six of us. I flash a smile towards my sister.

“They were fine… they acted a lot like you did when you their age.” I reply.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Depends how you look at it.” Y/N airily chuckles. “How do you tell them apart?” She then explains to us that somehow all four of the kids got different color eyes. Bobby’s eyes are hazel like Sam’s, Mary’s eyes are green like mine, John somehow ended up with brown eyes and Ellie has (eye color) eyes.
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(No one’s POV)
“Please tell me that you two will stop by when you’re in town.” You tell your brothers as they’re getting ready to leave.

“Do you want us too?” Sam asks in reply.

“Like I said before my door is always open for you two- just don’t bring the family business in when you visit.” Your brothers laugh as they each give you a hug.

“See you around Sis.” Dean says.

“Don’t be strangers you two.” You watch as Sam and Dean get into the front seat of the impala and drive off into the sunrise. “Stay safe guys.” You say knowing that your brothers couldn’t hear you. You walk back to the porch and linger there for a moment, you then shake your head before heading inside then closing the door behind you.
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning(s): sfw, fluff central

Word Count: 3825

Author’s Note: i ended this where i did bc if this gets a good enough response i might just write a part two

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Shingeki no Kyojin chapter 98 review (+ theories)

This chapter marks the ending of volume 24 and finally ends up with the moment that was hyped at the beginning of the book, in chapter 95:

The highlight of the Liberio festival, the stage - Ch. 98

And what a festival it was! It’s probably the only chapter of the volume where Reiner spends a good time in company of the kids, where every event happened according to the plan… till the cliffhanger of the volume came to ruin the good mood.

Indeed, it’s one of the rarest cases where it’s hard to predict what’s going to happen next, because our now-protagonist was left in the dark since Eren surfaced in Liberio, triggering a bunch of unexpected events by his mere presence… just like Grisha did when he came inside Paradis. Because hey, the idea of hope and prosperity for Mainland Eldians wouldn’t be funny to envision if literally everything went as planned! 

Looks like Eren isn’t in position to attempt anything funny. He’s got what he wanted in Liberio and can return to Paradis. At best, we’ll see another timeskip of reorganization before sailing on Paradis, at worst, someone interferes against Eren or Eren does something stupid and the mood is already ruined before the operation even starts.

T’was a nice chapter with content definitely worth talking about.

  1. The cadet batch
  2. The future of Marley
  3. The Yeager’s family reunion
  4. Willy Tybur
  5. The basement meeting
  6. Key points

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Cold Hearted (Prince AU) Part 2

Originally posted by sugaglos

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Summary: There was surely no way the your father could be serious about marrying this…this stranger from another kingdom! Right?

Word Count:2840 

Warnings:Blood (In later parts), Smut (in later parts)

     You stormed into your father’s study, fists balled and face red with fury,

    “I won’t marry him! I won’t do it!” you roared as you entered the room. Your father rubbed his forehead and sighed, tired.

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A School of Fire and Shadow (Part 2)

Big thank you to @rhysand-and-rowan for being my beta on this chapter!

Tagging: @starzablaze @hannahnosretep @runesandfaes @mayhemories @illyrian-queen @bluephoenix222 @carolineherr15 @rugrat-mama @rowanismybae @themajorindianfangirl @a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics (let me know if you want to be tagged in the future!)

TOG x ACOTAR Crossover - Hogwarts au

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The Great Hall was surreal, Rhysand had to admit. The mystical ceiling itself was unbelievable and the floating candles high above were both concerning and amazing. During the entire feast, the new Slytherin kept making sure no hot wax had accidentally fallen onto his plate.

When the Sorting Hat had been placed on his head, Rhys had been pretty sure he would be put in the snake house, as his father had been and his father before him. Azriel had joined not much later, a small smile on his face as the rest of the Slytherin table clapped for him. He could not help but feel a bit disappointed when Feyre was sorted into Gryffindor. Quickly, Rhys shook off the feeling. She was just a girl, and besides, cooties.

Aelin sauntered over to the Slytherin table, smiling grandly and sitting across from Rhysand after the Hat had been lifted from her head. “Why hello, Rhys.” She greeted, a wicked glint in her eye so intriguing that Rhysand suddenly found himself smiling back.

“Ready to rule the school, Aelin?” He inquired, quirking an eyebrow at the witch. From what he interpreted from the train ride, Aelin was just as much of a troublemaker as he was.

“Depends,” She responded, her eyes flickering briefly to Azriel. “Are you always as much of a buffoon as you were around Feyre?”

His best friend sent him a sideways glance but didn’t say anything, bless him. “Not usually, are you always as much of a pain as you were around Whitethorn?” Just as he said it, Rhysand noticed Rowan walking stoically to the Gryffindor, taking a seat next to Feyre. He did not mention it to Aelin but he had a feeling she had been listening anyway.

“Usually, yes.” Aelin smirked. “But that’s why this is going to be so great.”

Before Rhys could respond, a new witch stalked towards the table, her long white hair, extremely pale skin, and fierce golden eyes intimidating him just a bit. Aelin narrowed her eyes at the witch as she sat down next to her, the latter seeming to scrutinize her as well. Finally, they both broke into mischievous grins. “You’re going to be a piece of work, aren’t you, Blackbeak?”

The witch shrugged. “Aren’t we all, Galathynius?”

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Solangelo Soulmate Injuries AU

In this AU, whichever injuries your Soulmate gets, you get them too, although they don’t hurt. In my last (and first) AU, some people pointed out that it’d be simpler to stick to one P.O.V. This is a it difficult for me, because I’m used to doing switched P.O.V on one of my stories on Wattpad. But I’ll try my best! This will be from Will’s P.O.V, first person. (How do I reply to comments? ( ._.))

~~Will’s P.O.V~~

I glance at the clock on the cafe for the millionth time, waiting for my shift to end. The Cafe was practically empty, with an group of highschool girls around my age (it’s Summer BTW) in a corner, and only me and my coworker, Lou Ellen, behind the counter.

“Will, I swear to the gods, how did you convince me to take the morning shift with you?” She groans and slides to the floor.

I snort. “You’re the one who told me to get the job. And you work at a coffee place. Make yourself a cup, I don’t care.”

She flips me off, then slinks back into the break room. I sigh and pull out my phone, texting Cecil if he could bring us donuts for our break time. Coffee, we could take. Those chocolate glazed donuts? Not so much.

I glance up as one of the girls walks up. She has multicolored eyes and choppy brown hair. She’s pretty. But I’m as straight as a circle, so I simply ask her what she wants.

“Four chocolate glazed donuts, please.” She hands me some cash. I wrap all the donuts up, then hand them to her, giving her back change.

‘Take the donuts. Leave me to starve.’

She takes them, smiling, and heads back to a blond girl, a girl with curly brown hair, and a red head. Quite the contrast.

I feel a small tingle on my palm, and watch at small puncture marks appear on my palm. Did my Soulmate get bitten by a cat or something? It seems they always get hurt by animals. A cat’s claws, dog’s teeth, a few snake bites. Honestly, did they spend their time picking fights with nature?

I shrug it off. Most animals like me alright, Maybe I could teach my Soulmate a few things about animals once we meet.

The door to the Cafe suddenly swings open, the little bell chiming away. A boy dressed in black quickly closes it, leaving two cats to ram into the door. The boy is gasping for air, and it’s clear he was being chased.For a moment, both side stare at each other through the glass, until the cars walk away, sending a final hiss at the panting boy. He goes the Lou Ellen route.

With similar gusto, Lou Ellen burst from the break room. “What? Why? What’s going on, what did I miss?”

Everyone is quiet for a moment. The girls in the corner stare at the boy, I’m stare at the boy, Lou Ellen is staring at me, and the boy simply straightens, then walks over to the counter, as if nothing happened. “Just a cup of black coffee please. And a chocolate covered donut.”

Lou Ellen and I gape at him. But while Lou Ellen was probably trying to figure out what just happened, I’m gaping at the boys face. His pale skin is lightly flushed, from running I imagine, and a great contrast to his eyes and hair. His hair is black and long, falling over his eyes slightly, which are a deep dark brown, but whether they are cold or warm I can’t tell. He’s shorter than me by quite a few inches, but around my age.

He’s like a little cinnamon roll, super adorable.

“Are you two alright?” He asks.

I shake my head. 'Ahhbbbshhh, uh, black…black coffee. Lou Ellen, donut.“

I turn and grab a cup, turning to our coffee machine. I hear one of the girls stand up. "Nico, what just happened?”

The boy turns to the curly haired girl. “Oh, hey Hazel.” He frowns, which is surprisingly intimidating, for a pastry. “I don’t know, really. I was walking down over here, and a cat just flies out of an ally and bites me. Another one comes out, and they chase me down the block. What is wrong with the animals here?”

Nico, Nico, Nico. What a cute name. Fit for a cinnamon roll, short and sweet.

I look at the boys again. Yup. Short.

He catches me looking at him, and his calming cheeks turn a bit pink again. I turn away as well, feeling my blood rush to my face.

On accident, I hope, Lou bumps into me from behind, causing me to move to cup violently, loosing my grip on it as hot liquid burns my skin. “Ouch, goddamnit!”

The cup crashes to the floor.

Holding my arm, I turn to Lou, how is looking at me, surprised and sheepish. “Sorry Will! I didn’t mean to push you like that.”

Nico looks over at me. “Hey, you okay?”

I grit my teeth a little, wiping the tender skin. My annoyed state causes my accent to come out. “Don’t ya’ worry, I’ll be good as new with some ointment. All y'all need to do is pay your bill. Lou, get your behind movin’, I’ll be needing some ointment.”

(I have no idea how to type a Southern accent)

I get a rag, and am about to start wiping to floor when a pale hand picks up some of the ceramic pieces of the cup. I look up, focusing on Nico. When did he get behind the counter?

“You can let me handle this.” I insist.

Nico shrugs, continuing to help. At one point, the sleeve of his hoodie rides up, and I see part of a red mark. I pause. “Hey, can you roll up your sleeve?”

Nico frowns. “What for?”

“Please just humor me.” I say, not wanting the chance to slip away. Same arm, same area, cat bite marks, animals. Too many things to pass by. Too many coincidences.

Nico shrugs and pulls up his sleeve. My eyes widen, and I look at the matching red mark on my arm.

Nico, the cinnamon roll he seems to be, falls back, surprised and confused. “Um, I uh you— what?”

Lou Ellen walks back into the kitchen. “Hey Will, I have the… . ” She trails off, staring at us. “Oh. My. Gods. AHHHH!”

She throws her arms up, letting the ointment fly out of her hand. “WILL FINALLY GOT HIS SOULMATE!”

The girls all rush over, hearing this. “Nico, is he your Soulmate?”

Nico and I stare at each other. Finally, I’m capable of stuttering out, “What was with the dog bite last Thursday?”

“Animals don’t like me very much.” He answers quietly.

“I … Can tell.”

Nico stands up, offering me his hand. “Uh, well, my name is Nico di Angelo. Your name is Will?”

“Solace. Will Solace.” I grab his hand, and his pulls me up with surprising ease. “This is not how I imagined us meeting.”

“Me neither.”

Lou Ellen jumps up and down besides me. “DONUTS ON THE HOUSE FOR THIS BOY!”

She grabs three donuts and hands them all to Nico, then pushes him out of the employees area, into the table closest to the counter. “And now, you two shall gaze at each other until Will’s shift is over.”

I have enough sense to smack her with a rag. “You caused my getting hurt, and the meeting of my Soulmate. You’ve done enough.”

“Fine Sunshine, I guess I can leave.” Nico says, biting into a donut.

Donut. Nico. You are so lucky. I wonder which one of them I’m talking to.

I shake my head. “No, ah, please do stay um yeahhh. And Sunshine?”

Nico smiles. “Blond, blue eyes, Southern accent, cute.” He whispers the last word only loud enough for me to hear. Heat rushes through me. “I think it fits you quite well.”

I cough. “Well, uh call me whatever I guess.”

I rub some ointment onto my skin, and Nico watches me. “You think you have something for my hand?” He shows the me where the cats attacked his skin.

“Sure. I’m good with these things.”

He walks up and breaks a piece of his donut. “As repayment.”

An idea pops into my head. I smirk, and bite the piece, taking it from his fingers, my lips lightly brushing them. “Thanks.”

Nico stares at me, blushing. “Umm”

“And now sit down, because you need a lesson on animals, and how to not piss them off. I’ve gone to school too many times with scratch marks on my face.”

And that’s how I met my Soulmate. There hasn’t been a lot of progress animal-wise, but it means I get to patch the little cinnamon roll up. Kisses included.


This has very little editing, and I wrote most of it during an all-nighter. What do you guys think? Please leave suggestions below, they are noted. And seriously, how do I reply? Can I?

Sometimes it’s Confusion (Sometimes it’s Fate)

Pairing: Trevor C./Reader
Warnings: Swearing, worry, internal turmoil, fluff, this is mostly cute stuff? 
(PG-13? There’s too many fuck’s for it to be PG)
Word Count: 5,603
A/N: Hello! This is alternatively titled “Soulmate AU where no one fucking knows shit until after they meet them cause I feel like that’s more true to real life.” 
Thanks @chefgeofframsay for letting me scream at you. The group chat named is one of the ones that I’ve had with my friends because I’m not creative enough to think of a new one.
[Y/F/N] = Your friend’s name
Please note this fic takes place at RTX. I have never been to RTX. Therefore, I am basing all info off of things Em told me, watching livestreams, and conventions I have been to. I’m sorry if there are any discrepancies. 
I take prompts/requests now! (see here for details).
Feedback is appreciated! Please enjoy! 

You hadn’t realized just how big RTX was until you were there (finally!!!) yourself.

As someone who spent more time staying at home than interacting with others, you had foolishly told yourself that RTX couldn’t be that big – you still remembered when they had done that first RTX six years ago, and while aware of the fact that it had grown, you also were, apparently, completely unaware.

But, this was your first (and probably only) RTX, ever, because first college sucked and then after college you realized that you actually had to manage your own money, so you had splurged on that VIP badge and utilized your online and real-life friends’ experiences to masterfully plan your trip for maximum fun without accidentally killing yourself.


Regardless, as you followed the throngs of people into the convention center, you took a deep breath and reminded yourself that no matter what happened, you were going to roll with the punches, with any luck meet some of the AH crew, and enjoy yourself no matter fucking what.

Because there was, yanno, that other thing that was ever-present in the back of yours and everyone else’s minds. RTX was a big convention – sixty thousand people big – and that meant that there was a significant increase of meeting your soulmate.

You were one of the undoubtedly many people that had that thought on their mind, wondering if you were going to wake up tomorrow with a symbol somewhere on your body. Wondering if today was the day that you would, by chance, meet your soulmate.

You idly wondered how many people you were going to see frantically running around shoving a body part into peoples’ faces tomorrow. How many pictures of soul-marks were going to be posted in the subreddit, tweeted with the hashtag. You knew that a few years back they made their own unique hashtag for twitter just for RTX couples.

You were hoping you wouldn’t be one of them.

(You were so, desperately hoping you would be).

But instead of checking twitter every thirty seconds and saying ‘hi’ to just about everyone you walked past like you saw others doing (like you wanted to do), you forged ahead, determined to see the sights and hear the sounds and smell the smells.

…And you promised some online friends of yours that you’d meet up with them at a certain time and place and you were not one to be late.

As you wandered towards the pre-determined meeting place (or what you thought was the pre-determined meeting place, who knew big convention center buildings had lots of areas that looked very similar?) you idly wondered if any of them were going to be your soulmate. It didn’t work via the internet. It was entirely possible.

You had a strong gut feeling that none of them would be “the one,” though. Each other, yeah, maybe, but you were the one that made your “group” an odd number, the last one to join the friendship Squad, so if everyone was going to be soulmates with someone else except one person, that person was going to be you.

By the time you looked at your watch again (after all the activities and fun and panels and lines and meeting people), it was nearly four in the afternoon and you and your best-internet-friend decided to break off of your little pack and head towards the show floor, content to wander around for an hour or two before going to get ready for the festivities that night. As you were walking past the bathrooms, a shock of white-blond hair caught the corner of your eye and your friend suddenly had a death grip on your arm.

“Trevor!” She half-squealed, half-whispered to you, shaking your forearm vigorously. You loved your friend, but she was definitely not good at the whole ‘they are people, too’ thing.

You patted her shoulder with your free hand placatingly, trying to wrench your arm out of her grasp. This, of course, caused you to fail to notice Trevor stop at the sound of his name and start walking back towards you two, Guardian in tow. The death grip getting impossibly tighter, however, combined with the barely-audible sharp inhale coming from the human being next to you did prompt looking up to find Trevor waving and striding quickly towards the pair of you.

“Hey, there!” He said, coming to more of a pause than a stop in front of you, Guardian looking a little frantic and fiddling with their watch.

You looked to your friend, expecting her to say something, but she just dug her nails into your skin with one hand and waved uncontrollably with the other.

You sighed heavily, “Hi, Trevor. Sorry she’s…being weird.” You gestured vaguely to your friend, feeling bad for about half a second before remembering that there was a possibility she was drawing blood at that moment and feeling very much less bad immediately afterwards.

“It’s fine. I just heard my name so I figured it’d be rude not to say hello. I’m actually about to be late to a panel, but it was nice meeting you both, and hopefully we’ll see each other again sometime this weekend in a less time-sensitive scenario?” Trevor said, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand and already taking a step backwards.

“Yeah, go have fun! See you around!” You said cheerily, waving him away. It wasn’t until he turned the corner that you managed to get your friend’s hand off of you.

“[Y/F/N], you have got to chill. That’s like the sixth time today you’ve done that, my poor arm is going to fall off because of you!” You teased lightly, rubbing the sore spot with your opposite hand. She smiled at you sheepishly.

“Sorry, [Y/N], I’m just so excited! How can you be so cool about it? Isn’t Trevor like, your fave, too?”

She was right, of course. Trevor was your absolute favorite. He was charming and funny and handsome and even with stupid blond hair you couldn’t help but have the tiniest (read: not very tiny) crush on him.

He was also way out of your league, and you were acutely aware of that.

“I mean, yes, but he’s also a human being and should be treated that way? I dunno, my parents just always taught me to treat everyone I meet the same way until they give me reason not to. I guess this applies?” You finally responded, leaning up against the wall while your friend texted the group chat about the Trevor encounter.

“I guess you’re right, [Y/N]. We’re just opposites, I suppose. It’s really hard for me to see past the ‘these people are my idols’ thing. Maybe tomorrow reality will sink in a little bit and I’ll be better about it.” She said as she pocketed her phone and led the way towards the exit of the convention center.

“Regardless, you need to invest in some nail clippers, girl, those babies are fucking sharp.” You said, making both of you laugh as you joined the crowds.

You pushed the thought of Trevor from your mind, and instead looked forward to all the people you were going to meet and fun you were going to have at the party you and your friends were going to be attending in just a couple hours.

You woke up just the tiniest bit hungover, so you fell out of bed and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge before you moseyed on into the bathroom. You turned the water on in the shower and took your time, letting the water start to get cold before stepping out and wrapping yourself in a towel. You were halfway through brushing your teeth when you heard your phone ring from the other room.

Brrrrrring! Brrrrring!

You spit and rinsed as quick as you could and rushed out into the bedroom, swiping to answer the call milliseconds before it went to voicemail.

“What?” You grumbled, putting it on speaker and carrying it back to the bathroom with you.

Woo!!!” Was the collective response – you could pick out at least four distinct voices – and any doubt in your mind about who it was was cleared when one of them continued with “You ready for today, [Y/N]? AH panel!”

“I’d be more ready if you’d let me finish getting dressed and shit.” You responded, making sure to keep your tone light so that they knew you were only joking.

“Alright, we’re down at breakfast, so just hurry up and join us!” One of your friend half-shouted into the phone before you heard the tell-tale beep beep beep of the call ending. Ignoring the fact that [Y/F/N] was probably violating hotel policy by letting people not staying in this hotel eat their complimentary breakfast, you did your best to work quickly, and you felt rather proud of yourself when you’re out the door and heading to the elevator within fifteen minutes of the call.

You were reaching out to press the call elevator button when something caught your eye. Looking down at your arm, you saw the corner of something dark blue on your skin that you hadn’t noticed before.

Huh, don’t remember anyone writing anything on my arm at the party last night. You thought as you turned your arm over so that you could better see the inside of your forearm.

“Holy fuck.” You gasped, stumbling backwards in shock.

There, in the middle of the forearm of your nondominant hand, were a trio of dark blue stars, collectively about as wide and as long as your palm. When you ran your thumb across them, they didn’t smear or smudge, in fact it sort of tingled, just a little bit, and your heart skipped a beat.

At some point the day before, you had met your soulmate.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind – you weren’t sure how you missed it in the shower (you were absolutely sure, the answer was you had your eyes closed the whole time), but it wasn’t Sharpie, it was real, and you were absolutely, without a doubt, one of those people who met their soulmate at fucking RTX.

You deserted the idea of waiting for the elevator, instead barging into the stairwell and practically flying down the stairs. You sped down the corridor and into the dining area, spied your friends all sitting at one of the tables, and sprinted towards them.

“Hey, [Y/N], what’s the rush? Convention center doesn’t open for another hour and a half, we’ll have to wait regardless of how soon we get there.” One of your friends said, spotting you first, panting and out of breath.

“Look.” You gasped out, shoving your arm over the table and waving it in their faces. They all looked confused for a moment, but soon enough, you could see recognition dawning in their eyes, one at a time.

“Holy fuck – you have to post it to the subreddit! And tweet it! And put it wherever the fuck you’re allowed!” One of your friends shouted, your best friend pulling out her phone as he spoke.

“No, wait, no!” You drew your arm back to your chest so that the tattoo was safely pressed against your chest.

“Why not?” Another one of your friends, offering you some toast as you took the empty seat at the table.

“I don’t know…I feel weird about it. And I don’t want to get my hopes up, if I don’t find them again, or if, you know…there is no match.” You nibbled on your toast and stared down at the table, cheeks heating up. It wasn’t that you weren’t thrilled but you knew that these things sometimes just didn’t work out, ‘missed connections’ and all that jazz.

It was selfish, but you didn’t want that to happen to you.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by a hand landing softly on your shoulder. When you looked up, all four of your friends were smiling at you reassuringly.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. We’ll just be your scout team, instead. No social media about it until after RTX, and then you can reassess and make that call, yeah?” Your best friend said, her thumb rubbing little circles on your shoulder blade.

You nodded, “Yeah. Sounds good.”

“Great! Now give us a good gander so we can keep our eyes peeled today!” She exclaimed, removing her hand from your shoulder in favor of making a grabby-motion at the arm still tucked against your chest. You rolled your eyes and presented her with your soulmark again.

She snapped a quick pic (“For referential purposes only, I swear!”), you finished your toast, and in no time the five of you were out the door and on your way to the convention center.

The day went on, and while you were having almost as much fun as you had the day before, it was overshadowed by the phantom heat of the soulmark on your arm.

It didn’t help that your group chat had devolved into sneaky pictures of arms and a whole bunch of texts that just said “Nope :(“ in various ways.

So it was a very welcome moment when you realized that you were about to file in and sit down for the AH panel, which meant a prolonged period of time where you were not using your phone. You could even turn it off, if you wanted to – all the people who were important would know where you were.

You were fortunate enough to score some seats towards the front (thank fuck for having nothing to do and aching feet – you and your best friend had gotten there uber-early) and the two of you settled in, munching on snacks hidden in your bags and chatting amicably with all the people sitting in your immediate vicinity.

[Y/F/N] had already checked, and none of them had soulmarks that matched yours.

Soon enough, people were walking onstage and everyone was jumping out of their seats and cheering, loud as they could. You were quick to join them, hooting and hollering and only settling back down into your seat once Geoff grabbed a mic and shouted a cracking, “Sit down, dickheads!” into it.

You spent most of the first bit of the panel looking at Trevor – and then telling yourself it was just because he was right in front of you. It didn’t work, but still. You gave it the good old college try. There was just something about him that you were drawn to, like a moth to the flame. Something in his smile, or the sparkle of his eyes.

Just…just something.

It was almost halfway through the panel (you were guessing – your no phone policy was still rigorously in effect), your focus on Ryan down at the end of the table stirring up some sort of argument, when your friend started tugging insistently on your sleeve.

“What – what?” You asked, trying to keep your voice down.

“There’s something on Trevor’s arm! He’s been keeping it under the table the whole time but he just pushed his hair out of his forehead with his hand and there’s something there. Trevor doesn’t have a soulmate yet, [Y/N]. That could be you!” She squealed excitedly in your ear, gesturing wildly.

“Please, [Y/F/N], as if. Even if he did meet them yesterday – good for him, by the way, he deserves to be happy and shit – the probability of it being me is low and the probability of him wanting me is even lower. Being soulmates means nothing but ‘maximum compatibility,’ remember. Doesn’t mean happily ever after.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself, if you were honest.

Because really, Trevor was cute. And smart. And funny. If his real personality was within throwing distance of being like his internet one, then you knew that the two of you could work out well. But you had read the stories, did your research, you knew as well as everyone else that soulmates – especially when one of the parties involved was in the public eye – could imploded just as well as normal relationships.

You didn’t want to implode. You didn’t want to experience unrequited-ness (or whatever). You just wanted to exist in at the very least ambivalence for the rest of your life, soulmate or no soulmate.

But the thought of Trevor being your soulmate…

Your friend continued to spend the next several minutes craning her neck and trying to get a good look at Trevor’s arm – still curiously hidden under the table. You, on the other hand, were rather deep in thought in a way that you knew you’d regret in retrospect because it meant missing part of the panel but at the time you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to pull out of it.

Trevor as a soulmate. Would you even want that? Fucking please. You had already started internally waxing poetic about the guy as soon as he sat down at the goddamn table. Of course you’d want that. Would he want you? God, you hoped so. For all of your insecurities, despite all the negative thoughts and opinions you (sometimes more often than not) had about yourself, you would certainly fucking hope that your soulmate would be able to look past those things better than you could; see beauty, something wonderful, where you couldn’t.

It would be hard, being in the public eye. You’d have to move to Austin, most definitely. You’d have to deal more directly with internet trolls. You’d be in a whole different sphere of existence, because even if Trevor kept you mostly private and under wraps, soulmarks are telling and people are insistent and persistent when behind the safety of a screen.

Would you do it? Could you do it?

You knew the answer without really even thinking about it.

“Fuck, [Y/N], [Y/N]!” You arm was suddenly being slapped wildly, and you were roughly pulled out of your thoughts, focusing on the stage in just enough time to see Trevor’s arms spread wide in front of Michael and Gavin, and there was something blue and star-shaped on his forearm and –

Well, his arms went down as soon as they went up, but something in your chest tightened in anticipation. If you and your friend saw it, then most of the rest of the audience probably did, too, so when Q&A time rolled around, undoubtedly someone would come up and ask about it, have him describe it. And if he did, and if it matched yours.

Well, you weren’t sure what the RTX Guardian policy was on it but you’d rather walk up to Trevor and say “Hey dude we met for like sixty seconds yesterday because my friend completely freaked when she saw you and I think we’re soulmates?” after the panel and not in front of who-knows-how-many thousands of your closest friends.

So instead, you just sat and waited.

Surprisingly enough, the question never came. Which fucking sucked because that meant you weren’t sure if it was him. And you weren’t about to do something as public and potentially embarrassing as tweet at him (he didn’t follow you so DMs were off the table) or post on the subreddit or whatever.

So, despite the disappointed glances from your friends, you decided to head off on your own for a while – call it a “hunt for Trevor,” if you will. You weren’t sure departing from your friends was the best thing to do, but once your best friend texted the group chat “I am like, 85% positive that Trevor has a matching mark to [Y/N]!!!” they had been excited, loving, and…insufferable.

Which logically left you little choice except a “hey, guys, I know we’re supposed to go to this panel now but I’m not feeling it so I’m going to go find a quiet corner to hang out in for a while.” Your friends were concerned, but you insisted, which brought you to where you were now – sitting up against a wall down a surprisingly empty hallway, scrolling through your phone for any tweets about Trevor you could find, hopelessly, desperately trying to figure out if he is The One, so to speak, so that you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself for assuming.

For all you knew, the mark on his arm could’ve been residual Sharpie or something.

After an hour of that with no luck (typical), you decided to walk around to see if you could either catch sight of the tall, newly-blond man or catch wind of someone who had seen him at some point today.

You circled the show floor twice. Then you went over to the autograph area (as far in as you could go without a signing ticket thing for that time, anyway), asking the Guardians and Security Officers if anyone had seen Trevor yet that day (spoiler: they hadn’t). You slowly snaked your way around the lines for all kinds of panels, dropped by near the Fake AH escape room – didn’t see Trevor there, but Jeremy was full-on Rimmy Tim-ing it and you were in hysterics about it – and then circled back around to the front of the building. You even sighed and went to the other buildings that were holding panels and things. You scrolled through twitter and discovered a couple of meetups happening nearby so you went and crashed those, too.



No Trevor. You had no idea where he could’ve been, unless he was, like, seventy feet behind you that whole time. You had literally gone everywhere he could’ve been!

Well. Almost everywhere. He could have been hiding out in the Staff Only areas, or he could’ve left to go get some food, or he could’ve went home/to his hotel for the day (you weren’t sure which, nor would you take the time to be creepy enough to figure it out).

Yeah, on second thought, there were a lot of places you couldn’t look that he could’ve been. You were about to accept defeat, go meet up with your friends, and re-assess for the next day, when your phone chiming interrupted your thoughts.

[Chat: #SQüID]
[From: [Y/F/N] 5:07:23 PM]
[Y/N], check it out!!!!
😊 😊 😊

The text was followed immediately by another, containing a twitter link. You sighed heavily and clicked the link before it could fully load and show you a preview in the chat. Your phone was buzzing with notifications from the rest of your friends (probably yelling about something – you didn’t have previews on for your notifications) and you paused, moving to the wall to wait for twitter to load. Stupid slow phone with the stupid slow internet because of all these people, you grumbled internally, tapping your foot impatiently.


You sucked in a sharp breath, sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth when the tweet finally loaded. The picture attached still was only halfway there, so all you could see was part of Trevor and some random person’s face, but in the meantime, you read the tweet. Again. And again. And again.

@_TrevorC Thanks for taking the time to take a picture with me – hope you find your other half! (Close but no cigar)

You swiped down on the next notification for your group chat, trying to figure out what was going on without risking actually leaving twitter which would mean waiting even longer for it to re-load, but everyone was just incoherently keyboard-smashing and sending excited-looking emojis back and forth.

You cleared out of the chat preview to see that the picture was almost loaded just a little more, fuck slow internet it’s literally been less than a minute but it feels like yeARS –

“Excuse me?”

Your head shot up from your screen. You knew that voice.

Sure enough, Trevor was standing in front of you, a respectable distance away but still rather close, rocking on his toes a little with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Hi, sorry, am I blocking something?” You asked, looking left and right. You were pretty close to a water fountain but you weren’t in the way, necessarily, and the bathrooms you had stopped near were a couple feet away from you, still.

“Uh, no, you’re fine. I just wanted to ask – we met yesterday, right? You had a friend with you who was very excited?” He rocked back on his heels, and you could see out of the corner of your eye that there were a couple of Guardians off to the side, and as Trevor spoke they seemed to be intercepting people and – directing traffic around the two of you? At least, that’s what it looked like.

You were very confused.

“Yeah, that’s a nice way of putting it but that was me. It’s nice running into you again.” You chuckled a little while internally cringing at your word choice.

That sounded a lot better in your head.

“Definitely!” He said, beaming at you, and you watched as he went to do something with one hand, aborted the motion, and then lifted his other hand to push his hair back a bit.

Your phone was buzzing incessantly in your hand, even more so than before, and you went to look down at it to see what the fuck was going on, surely this explosion wasn’t still from that tweet that [Y/F/N] had sent, but as soon as your eyes started to drift to your phone Trevor cleared his throat and you snapped back up to look at him.

“Sorry if this is weird, but I’ve been trying to retrace my steps from yesterday because I didn’t want to be all public about it and then get people like, freaking out and trying to Cinderella this shit but I know we spoke briefly yesterday – in this very spot, ironically – so did you happen to wake up with a mark that looks like this?” Trevor finished his sentence by awkwardly jabbing his arm out, palm up to face you.

There, in the center of the inside of his forearm, about the size of your palm, were three. Blue. Stars.

You gaped like a fish, opening and closing your mouth for a couple of moments, and you knew that Trevor was waiting a response but you couldn’t quite get one to come. Instead, the still-functioning part of you jumped into action, and you took a step forward, holding your own arm out for him to see, lining your forearm up next to his.

They were a perfect match. Same size, same shape, same color, same spot on the same arm – everything. You stared at your arms, reveling in the strangeness of it all, and beyond that, in the warmth that was flooding your chest like you had a campfire burning inside you.

“I’m [Y/N].” You blurted out, finally looking up from your arms to meet Trevor’s eye. He beamed at you, and his soft brown eyes crinkled in the corners, and by damn if you didn’t think that he looked like the sun – all bright and warm and happy.

“Hi [Y/N]. Would you like to, uh, go somewhere that isn’t a hallway and talk, maybe? I’d like to get to know you. If you want that, that is. I just realized that this might be weird for you.” Trevor rambled a bit, gesturing with his other arm and leaving the tattooed one next to yours. It was almost like he was afraid that if he moved it, he would wake up and it would’ve all been a dream.

Hell, you thought that way, too.

“Why would it be weird for me?” You asked, even though you knew the answer – you had been thinking about it all fucking day, of course you knew the answer, but you wanted to know what Trevor thought, first, almost like some kind of test to make sure the two of you were on the same train or whatever.

“I mean, soulmates are kind of scary to begin with, and then I’m in the public eye, and you’re not, so there will always be jealous trolls making shitty comments, and I’m sure you’re not from around here, so that’s another hoop to jump through, and while I could probably, literally squeal with excitement right now because you’re pretty and also my soulmate and if I’m honest all I want to do in this moment is hug you and kiss you and never let you go, you’re also my soulmate and I’ve thought about how I’d deal with a situation like this since I started working here and above all, I just want you to be happy. With or without me.” Trevor grabbed your still-outstretched hand with his free one as he spoke, soft and earnest and as the words came tumbling out of his mouth you could feel yourself tearing up a little.

Because the campfire in your chest was telling you that you, too want to hug and kiss and never let go, but the fact that he had thought about this for literally years and his conclusion was he just wants you to be happy – that made your heart melt a little bit.

As soon as he finished speaking you surged forward, burying your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms went around you without hesitation, and you felt his lips brush against the top of your head and somehow you felt impossibly warmer and sighed into his shirt.

“Is that a ‘yes, Trevor, I’d love to go somewhere more private and get to know you,’ then?” He asked, voice muffled against your hair and you could feel the soft reverb in his chest against your face.

You nodded, at a loss for words, and he pulled away with one more soft kiss to your head, grabbing your hand that wasn’t holding your phone and lacing your fingers together.

“I’m glad I ran into you, [Y/N].” He muttered, and you were suddenly aware of the small crowd of people who had gathered around the two of you (at a respectable distance, which was nice).

“Me, too. I have to admit, when my friends and I caught a glimpse of something on your arm at the AH panel today and I started thinking about it as a possibility I was kind of worried, about the things that you said, but I’d like to at the very least try,” You gestured to your mark, “these things don’t just show up for no reason, after all.”

Trevor nodded and hummed in understanding, “Yeah,” He stared at you for a long moment, “You’re really pretty, and easy to talk to. I like you already.” He told you, smiling cheekily while you hid your now-tomato-colored face with your free hand. He called out someone’s name, and one of the Guardians nearby (who you later would find out that they had been directing traffic around the two of you, and that Trevor had rounded up all the Guardians he could find besides his own to help him retrace his steps throughout the day to find you, which you thought was very romantic and sweet and flattering) turned and led the way through the crowd for the two of you.

Trevor held tight to your one hand, and you unlocked your phone with the other, sending a quick text to your friends as you walked, telling them that you had ran into Trevor and your marks matched and you were going with him to talk and hang out for a little while and that you’d let them know when you were heading back to your hotel so they knew you were safe. You laughed and showed Trevor the slew of emojis and well-wishes they sent in response.

Later, you would find out that while Trevor was not a perfect human being – those didn’t exist – he was pretty fucking close to perfect for you.

Later, you and Trevor would watch a video that someone had tweeted at him of the two of you showing each other your tattoos and discovering that they match. You would blush at the way that Trevor looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, and Trevor would apologize because there was no way that you could be a secret or keep the situation private for even a little bit due to how publicly he went about it, and you would smile and stretch out your neck to peck a kiss on his cheek – the very first kiss you gave him ever! – and tell him it’s okay, at some point in your relationship it would have to be made public, so why not from the start.

The next day, at a panel, Trevor would get you and your friends in in the front, and someone asked him a question about you because the hashtag and RT subreddit had been flooded with the news overnight, and he would look at you with this soft smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and tell the questioner that My favorite thing in the world right now is every second I get to hold her hand.

And yeah, it will be hard. And yeah, you and Trevor were too busy getting to know each other to talk about logistics and moving and things like that.

But by god, in that moment, listening to Trevor talk about you and smile at you like you were the moon to his sun, you knew in your heart that it would all work out just fine.

It’s a good night

Pairing: Chris LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1852  (lol this was supposed to be drabble like)

Warning: Fluffy stuffz

You had done it and you were so excited that you were going to burst.  The move from Tampa to New Orleans had been a huge change for you but you did it.  As you danced around the newly unpacked living room, a knock sounded from the front door drawing your attention.  You laughed as you saw your new landlord standing there.

“Afternoon, Loretta! What can I do for you?”  There was a bright smile lightening your face as you leaned on the door.  Loretta held out a gift basket for you.

“I wanted to make sure you were settling in alright and know that I am glad you are here.”  With one hand you took and basket and the other you hugged the woman.

“Loretta you are the best. Thank you so much.  Come on in.  Don’t mind the mess though.  I still have a few boxes that I have to get upstairs.”  She followed you inside looking around the front hall and living room.

“Mess?  This looks wonderful.  You have made a lot of progress in just two days.  I hope you are taking a break too.  Get some time in for yourself before you start work.” Laughing you moved to set the basket on the coffee table.

“You sound like my mother. Yes, ma’am.  I was hoping to go look around down town tonight for a little while.  Any suggestions on where to go?”  

“Oh my dear you are in for a treat then.  My good friend Dwayne owns a bar in that area.  He is playing piano tonight with some of the jazz boys.  It’s a mighty fine show.  You should come on down and join me for a bit.”  The excitement welled up further in your belly.

“Oh Loretta that sounds great.  Should I dress up or anything?”  Loretta shook her head with her signature smile.

“Just wear something comfortable.  It’s not a fancy place.  Though you may see a good looking man or two.”  She winked at you as she headed towards the door.  “I will see you tonight, my dear.  It usually starts getting busy ‘round nine so I will make sure to save you a seat.”

“I will be there! See you tonight.”  Loretta left and you started dancing like a mad woman around the living room again. New Orleans was getting better by the day.

You twirled in front of the mirror making sure your sundress looked good from all angles.  When you felt satisfied, you brushed your [Y/H/C] hair, slipping on a headband.  The basic flat sandals completed your look.  It was comfortable to sit and enjoy the music and cute enough to make you feel good about yourself.  The scenery from the back of the cab made you smile.  All the lights of the city and the happy people on the sidewalks and streets. The bar was not difficult to find. Loretta was right when she said that the place started picking up around nine.  The music had people up and dancing as you made your way to the bar. You saw Loretta before she saw you. She was sipping something with an umbrella as she watched the entertainment.  Laying a hand on her shoulder you took a seat on the empty stool next to her.

“You were right, they sound great!”  Loretta turned, grinning at you.

“So glad you made it, my dear.  Get a drink; their next song will be coming up.”  You motioned to the bartender for a beer.  By the time you had finished half of the bottle a good-looking guy walked by you, stopping to hug Loretta.

“Evening Loretta.  Did I miss anything?”  The man made a similar gesture, as you had to order a beer.

“Only a couple songs, Christopher.  Dwayne is on fire tonight.”  You smiled at the exchange finishing off the bottle and setting it on the counter. Turning your back on the bar, you leaned against it.  Loretta nudged you with her elbow.  “[Y/N], this is Christopher.  One of the finest NCIS agents in NOLA.  Christopher this is my tenant and newest New Orleans resident, [Y/N].”  Smiling wide you extended your hand out towards him to shake.  Chris did the same.  His hand very warm in yours.

“Mighty fine ta meet ya, [Y/N].  Just call me Chris.”  You nodded to him, a bright smile plastered on your face.

“Nice to me you too Chris. You two work together?”  He took his beer from the bar moving to sit on the other side of you.  Loretta took notice immediately with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, we been working together a few years now.  We are like family.  What brought ya ta New Orleans?” The two of you talked for well over an hour before you realized that Loretta was no longer sitting beside you.  She had moved herself to a table across the room with Percy so they could watch not only the entertainment but also the sparks flying between you and Chris.  The pair had a bet going on how long before Chris asked for your phone number.  Percy said he would wait until the end of the night. Loretta disagreed and said it would be before midnight.  You and Chris seemed to be enjoying yourselves very much.  Chris pulled out his phone not long after leaning over to put your number in it.  Percy groaned loud passing a five-dollar bill to Loretta.

“I told you.  Look at them.  There is something special right there.  Just wait and see, we will be at their wedding someday.”  Percy rolled her eyes as she sipped at her beer.

“Yeah we’ll see.  You know how LaSalle is with the ladies.”  Loretta gave her a stern look before refocusing on you and Chris.

Chris was easy to talk with. Your second beer was still full as it sat on the bar.  The two of you had been discussing the sights of the town and all the places you needed to try once you were settled.

“I am going to gain a hundred pounds living in this city I think.  All this stuff sounds so good.  Please tell me there are beautiful places to go walking so I can work off those beignets you were telling me about.  I will probably eat those every day.”  You laughed though it was lost in noise of the bar.  It had only grown worse in the last thirty minutes.

“There are a few good places to walk or run.  Maybe I could show you sometime.”  Chris suggested before he downed another water.  He had decided against more than one beer, in hopes he would be able to drive you home after hearing you had taken a cab downtown.  You grinned at him.

“I would love that.  Mind if we go outside now, though?  The noise is getting to be a bit much in here for me.” Chris nodded setting the water glass on the counter.

“Come on Sugar belle, there is a few tables outside we can try.”  Your cheeks flushed at the name as Chris held his arm out for you.  Glancing over at Loretta across the room, she motioned for you to go with him.  If Loretta was encouraging you to go, Chris must be a good guy.  You looped your arm through his and the two of you walked outside into the cooler evening air.

“Oh that is so much better. I can hear myself think again. Thank you.”  You flashed him another bright smile.  Those smiles appeared so easily around him tonight.  His own face lit up as he pulled out the closest chair for you to sit.  It had been ages since anyone had the manners to do that for you.  Who was this wonderful guy?

“I’m glad ya feelin’ better. It does feel good out here tonight. I’m glad we got outta there.” Leaning back in the chair you looked around the walkway and the street watching all the people pass by.

“This place is so alive. I am so glad I have a chance to live here and enjoy it all.”  Chris hadn’t taken his eyes off you since the pair of you had moved locations.  His enjoyment right now consisted of watching your enjoyment.

“This is a great place ta live.  Ah love it.” When you looked back at him, the expression on his face made you blush.  You were starting to like this guy a lot.  It was exciting and scary all at the same time.  So much changing for you now.  For another two hours, you and Chris continued with the easy conversation. It was almost two in the morning when you looked at your watch.

“Oh my God.  I can’t believe how late it is.  We have been talking for four hours Chris.  I have to get home.  I still have a ton of unpacking to do before work next week.” You stood up gathering your purse and phone.  Chris stood up with you not wanting the night to end.

“Ah know ya took a cab here, but Ah can take ya home if ya want.  That way you aren’t wastin’ the money.”  With a nod and a grin, you agreed.

“The money wasn’t anything to worry about but I like that I can spend a bit more time with you.”  Now it was Chris’s turn to blush.  He looked even cuter as he tried to hide it by looking down at the ground.

“Come on Chris, which way to your vehicle?”  Holding out your hand to him, you waited for him to take it.  You could tell he was surprised for a moment then he took your hand in his and walked off towards his truck.  The ride back to your house went entirely took fast in your opinion. There was not enough time with Chris but you took what you could.  As the truck pulled up to the house, he told you not to get out yet.  He ran around your side and opened the door for you, helping you down out of the cab.  

“When you are out with me expect to have doors opened for ya.  You deserve it.”  Grinning like a crazy person, you leaned against the truck.

“So does that mean I can expect to go out with you again?”  Chris laughed nervously as he stood before you.

“Ahm hoping so.  Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?  Ah want to see ya again, [Y/N].”  Your hand squeezed his forearm.

“Pick me up at six tomorrow. I will be ready and waiting for you.” If he could have jumped up and down with excitement, he would have.  Instead, Chris beamed at you.  

“Ah will be here own time Ah swear it.  Now get in the house before Ah keep you out here all night talkin.”  You laughed leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly.

“Okay fine.  I will see you tomorrow, Christopher.”  He watched you walk in the house and close the door, making sure you had turned on the lights before he got in his truck headed home.

“Damn, it’s a good night.”

 @bolontiku  @aquabrie  @feelmyroarrrr

Here’s the book meme thingy I was tagged in by the exquisite @batmanisagatewaydrug.

1. Which book has been on your shelves the longest? I’ve owned my copy of The Eyes of the Dragon since I was in second grade, and it’s not going anywhere any time soon. I’ve also owned my Harry Potter books for fuck-all ever, to the point where they’re literally falling apart. Like, to the point where Chamber of Secrets has been held together by packing tape since like, middle school.

2. What is your current read, your last read and the book you’ll read next? I’m bouncing between The Graveyard Book, The Wizard and the Glass, and The Collected Short Stories of H.G. Wells. I just finished Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs and reread Coraline. Next is… oh gods, I have so much sitting in my Audible library. On the physical book front, it’ll be Wolves of the Calla, since I want to finish The Dark Tower before the movie comes out. On the listening front… probably between Wuthering Heights and Four Past Midnight. But that could easily change on a whim.

3. Which book does everyone like and you hated? I have never and will never understand The Hunger Games hype. They basically put me off YA for like four years. Also, I know this isn’t exactly novel (HAH), but FUCK Ernest Hemmingway. Fuck your old man and his shitty boat and his shitty fish. I love To Kill a Mockingbird, but absolutely detest the way it’s taught in schools. As a social commentary, it’s worthless. As a coming-of-age novel, it’s practically perfect.

4. Which book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t? So many. Soooo many. Anything by Isaac Asimov, a whole lot of Dickens (I really like Dickens, but that “paid by the word” thing did the man no favors), uuuuuum. I keep telling myself I’m going to return to Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye, which I started and never finished and SWEAR I’M GOING TO GO BACK TO SOMEDAY BUT OH GOD IT’S BEEN FIVE YEARS I’MMMMMM SOOOOOORRY TONI. A whole lot of poetry (here’s looking at you, Dickinson). A bunch I’m forgetting. Oh, and The Vampire Chronicles. Still, now that I’m working overnights and can listen to audiobooks eight hours per night, my rate of reading has practically quadrupled and there’s a good chance that I’ll use that as an excuse to finally get around to all of these.

5. Which book are you saving for “retirement?” I’m dying by twenty-six, so I gotta shove all those words in now.

6. Last page: read it first or wait till the end? 

Not since I was a little kid reading Goosebumps and had to know what bullshit twist R.L. Stine’s ghostwriter of the week would come up with this time.

7. Acknowledgements: waste of ink and paper or interesting aside? It’s a popular misconception that writing a book is a solo endeavor, and it’s self-indulgent bullshit. No book is an island, and the people that surround it deserve credit.

8. Which book character would you switch places with? Oh frick. Maybe not switching place with a specific character, but I want to be friends with the Hempstocks from The Ocean at the End of the Lane.  

9. Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life (a person, a place, a time)? Matilda reminds me of when I was a little kid and books were the most magical thing in the world. Like, they still are, but there’s something about it that just recalls the innocence with which I could view literature as a kid. Hard same for A Series of Unfortunate Events. Jurassic Park was the first “adult” novel I ever read, and introduced me to a whole new idea of what books could be. IT reminds me of middle school summertime, devouring books on the beach while I wiggled my toes in the sand. The Eyes of the Dragon made me love fairytales, and years later Stardust reminded me why I love them.

10. Name a book you acquired in some interesting way. Um… I have a bunch of classics (Lord of the Flies, Brave New World, 1984, a few others) that I nicked from a storage room in my high school of books that used to be part of the literary curriculum but hadn’t been touched in about twelve years.

11. Have you ever given away a book for a special reason to a special person? I gave a really nice gold-leaf fancy-pantsy edition of Huck Finn I got from my Nana and Papa to one of my old friends because I forgot to buy him a birthday present. I also stole like, a dozen Discworld books from him, so it more than evens out.

12. Which book has been with you to the most places? The Eyes of the Dragon has been with me on at least five or six trips as a kid (I used to travel a lot with my dad for business), and has been with me everywhere I’ve lived.

13. Any “required reading” you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad ten years later? The opposite, actually. I read Gatsby for the first time on my own, absolutely loathed it, reread it my Senior year for AP Lit and loved it.

14. What is the strangest item you’ve ever found in a book? I found an old bus ticket from the early Nineties in my copy of A Confederacy of Dunces

15. Used or brand new? Both. Books. Just… books. Both have their own unique smell and feel that I love for different reasons.

16. Stephen King: Literary genius or opiate of the masses? Don’t know, don’t care. All I know is that he’s my book dad and always will be. He was the writer that made me believe that I could actually be a writer through On Writing. The Eyes of the Dragon is my favorite book and the one that’s influenced me more than any other. A lot of his books kind of blow, but when you’ve put out the sheer amount of words that he has, you’re bound to have a few stinkers. When the man hits the vein of a story, he hits it hard. I can’t imagine my middle school years without The Talisman or Firestarter or my high school years without Misery or IT. Speaking of, I’ve been waiting for the new IT movie since it was stuck in development hell however many years ago, and I’m absolutely going to cry in the theatre if it sucks. I don’t even need it to be good, I just need the relationships between the kids to be done well. They’re my children, dammit, and I love them so much.

17. Have you ever seen a movie you liked better than the book? American Psycho is unequivocally better than the book and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. Ditto for Fight Club. I don’t know if I’d say that Stand by Me is technically better than the book, but it’s also tied for my favorite movie of all time. A Clockwork Orange is in a similar boat. And Holes. OH. I can’t believe I almost forgot The Silence of the Lambs. I adore the movie, but the book runs almost entirely on the “male author wants to fuck his lady protagonist” trope, and eeeeeeew.

18. Conversely, which book should NEVER have been introduced to celluloid? Um… now seems like as good of a time to shit on the majority of Stephen King adaptations as ever. Like, I get that this is by no means a new observation, but fuck. Speaking of, I am so confused by the “dOnT rEmAkE iT tHe OrIgInAl WaS a CLASSIC” crowd. The miniseries is ass and the only redeeming factor is Tim Curry because, well… Tim Curry.

19. Have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry, cookbooks being excluded from this question? See my previous comment about wanting to be friends with the Hempstocks. I want that blackberry jam, dammit.  

20. Who is the person whose book advice you’ll always take? Um, I’ll basically read anything that @batmanisagatewaydrug throws my way. She’s like my only book friend (and my best friend) so I sort of figure out what I want to read on my own. Oh, I have been working on some of Neil’s recommendations from The View from the Cheap Seats, which has been rewarding so far (@Diana Wynn Jones, where were you all my life?).

I tag no one because I don’t have book friends (ahem ahem, HINT HINT IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE THIS AND LOVE BOOKS FOR THE LOVE OF GODS HIT ME UP), but I will tag back @batmanisagatewaydrug just to prove I actually did it.

quigonejinn  asked:


From the HP Wiki: 

“The first headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America were located in the Appalachians at an enchanted edifice. However, this site was eventually abandoned, as increasing urbanisation made its remoteness impractical.[2]” 

There’s a church up on the mountain, or there was. By rights it should be a pile of rock and rotted wood–it’s been abandoned since before anyone can remember. But it’s still standing, stocked with wooden pews, a rusted iron bell still fixed to the hollow of its belfry. People don’t like to go there. Even the hill folk avoid it. 

When Boyd Crowder gets out of prison, a thick white knot of scar tissue dug into his chest like a lighting bolt, he starts living in it. Tells anyone who asks that he’s finally seen the light, that Raylan Givens opened up a door for him and on the other side he found the truth. 

Raylan Givens didn’t find out he had magic until he was nineteen and seventeen tons of dirt and rock collapsed on top of him. He walked out of the collapsed shaft dragging Boyd Crowder with him, the dirt making way and then closing up behind him. Five other men in the shaft died, but enough people saw it happen that Raylan only had about half an hour to gasp and shake in the sunlight while watching Boyd retch into the dirt before magical law enforcement showed up. 

Turns out there was a fuckup in the system about eight years earlier, and the case worker that should have arranged for Raylan to have some kind of magical education never knocked on Arlo’s door. “It might not seem like it, son, but you’re one of the lucky ones,” the officer told Raylan, right there in the parking lot outside the mine. His partner was going around waving a stick at everyone’s faces until they turned vacant and easy and couldn’t remember anything at all, and Raylan was doing his best not to puke. “Kids from No-Maj homes usually end up causing trouble a hell of a lot earlier. Fourteen-year old down in Pikeville blew up her stepmom last year. Blew the woman up, just like she’d swallowed a stick of dynamite.” 

Raylan left the mine and left Harlan the same day, drove all the way down to the institute at Cincinnati with a business card that kept flaring gold every time he touched it stuck in his wallet. He worked odd jobs for a few years while scraping together a remedial degree, discovered he had something like a talent for defensive spellwork. 

Magical law enforcement’s tangled up pretty tight with regular law enforcement, it turns out. Raylan ends up at Glynco, and the rest is history. 

Raylan’s sent back to Kentucky as punishment for using the killing curse on a man in Florida, in plain sight of about thirty No-Majs. “He drew first,” Raylan tells the chief, shrugging one shoulder. “It was justified.” 

Art rolls his eyes. “I’ve heard that one before.” 

Everyone in the office wears a gun and a badge as well as a wand. They’re part of the marshal service, after all. Just a very specific division. 

Someone fires a goddamn rocket launcher at the church that serves as the entryway to the magical main street in Lexington, and halfway to Harlan the sheriff’s deputy finds a man shot dead in his car, cap to a rocket launcher sitting on the seat beside him. The corpse turns out to be a wizard–some half-ass Death-eater wannabe from Oklahoma. Kentucky isn’t Florida. People still talk about scourers here. 

Raylan drives up to Harlan and finds Boyd Crowder sitting calmly under a confederate flag, a sawed-off shotgun hooked over his arm. He gives Raylan a warm embrace, a shot of bourbon, and enough smooth talking that Raylan’s utterly convinced someone’s broken the statute of secrecy in Harlan County, and the reigning hillbilly kingpin’s trying to squeeze some money of of it. 

“Been so long since you came home, I almost forgot the look you get when you reckon you know something,” Boyd says, giving him that snake charmer’s grin. “Though I never have forgotten the day you left.” 

“It was memorable,” Raylan agrees, even though he knows Boyd was obliviated, same as the others. “Can’t blame me for wanting to get out.” 

“You talked to your daddy yet?” Boyd asks, still white-toothed and close. 

“Boyd,” Raylan says, friendly-like. “What would you do if I came back here with a warrant and a memory charm with your name on it?” 

“I’m not at all sure what you mean by memory charm,” Boyd says in the same tone, leaning in. “But I’d say any lawman ought to tread carefully in these hills, warrant or not. Lots of strange arsenals stashed up here.” 


Ava’s a Squib, although the Randolphs are one of the oldest wizarding families in Kentucky. 

“Don’t suppose you’ve broken the secrecy statute lately,” Raylan drawls. 

“I’m the last dregs of an old bloodline,” Ava says, sitting him down in her dining room, pushing a glass of whiskey into his hands. “I got barely enough power to cast a lighting charm. Who’d believe me even if I told them?” 

Raylan nods at the bloodstain in the corner. “Not your husband, by any chance?” 

Ava smiles at him, somehow even prettier than she was at seventeen. “You can’t suppose that’d matter now, Auror Givens.” 

“They just call us marshals, now,” Raylan says, and sips the last of his whiskey. “And I guess I can’t.” 


It’s a Hatfield amulet, dug out of some long dead witch’s grave. The Imperius curse is braided into the metal; even a No-Maj could figure how it works. 

Raylan’s fought off the curse before, with a hell of an effort, but Boyd’s persuasive even without mind control powers at his disposal. He sits at the head of Ava Crowder’s dinner table and tells Raylan to eat a chicken leg. Raylan obliges, and Boyd smiles at him. 

“Why don’t you tell me about that man you killed in Florida,” Boyd says cajolingly. “Did you really tell him he had twenty-four hours to get out of town?” 

“I really did shoot him,” Raylan says, and Boyd immediately shakes his head. 

“Ah, ah,” he says. “You tell the truth, now, son.” 

“I cursed him,” Raylan admits, not bothering to resist the pull of the spell. 

“With what?” Boyd asks, intent. He gives Raylan a hungry little smile. “With that little stick right there? Put it on the table.” 

Raylan’s hand jerks a little putting his wand on the table, but he does it. “You know this pretty necklace ain’t gonna hold me forever,” he says calmly. “It’s old, Boyd. Liable to wear right through.” 

“Is that so,” Boyd says, and reaches for the wand. “Then we best get this over with now.” 

It’s right about then that Ava comes into the dining room with a shotgun leveled at Boyd’s chest. Boyd draws his gun left-handed, not letting go of Raylan’s wand, and with Boyd’s attention thus divided Raylan manages to break loose of the Imperius. 

It all happens in very quick succession: Ava fires, Raylan’s hand tangles with Boyd’s over his own wand, and Boyd’s eyes meet his in one wide green moment as Raylan mutters the killing curse.

They figure out later that something went wrong with the curse, that there were too many connections between him and Boyd for it to work as it should. They were touching, they were sharing breath, Boyd’s will was cinched around Raylan’s neck, they had dug coal together. 

Raylan sees Boyd onto a hospital stretcher instead of zipped into a body bag, acid green veins spidering over his chest away from the wound. Boyd murmurs “you did it, you really did it, you really are,” quiet like a dying man in Raylan’s ear, and Raylan feels unsteady even with the necklace off him, like he’s lost something, like there’s a piece of Boyd still pierced in him like a splinter. 

It’s Rachel who comes up with the answer, in the end, slamming down a case study from the nineties onto his desk. It’s a British case, which he’s never paid a whole lot of attention to, but the killing curse and the lightning bolt scar are similar enough to rouse his interest. He rubs his thumb over the words neither shall live while the other survives, shrugs it off. There’s a headstone with his name on it planted in his daddy’s yard. Not like a curse makes much of a difference, assuming there is some truth in it.  

Boyd Crowder locks himself into the church on the mountain, sits there in that holy dark and falls to his knees. He prays, not just to God, but to the pulse of Raylan’s breath on his jaw, to the spark of bright fury in Ava’s eyes, and then for good measure he prays to the distant memory of Raylan Givens’s hand tight on his arm fifteen years earlier, dragging him out of hell and into the light. He puts his whole body and his whole soul into the prayer, and opens his eyes to the dark of the church all around him, an ancient edifice the world has forgot. He snaps his fingers, holds his breath, and a little blue light enters the world, a small star shining in his cupped palms. 

“Oh Raylan,” Boyd murmurs to that little light. “I am truly grateful you’ve returned.” 

Why Sam said the things he did to Dean about Mary in 13.4

And why even if it’s not all true from a narrating stand point, IT IS AN EXTREMELY VALID PERSPECTIVE TO HOLD.

[I wrote this meta originally to this post where people are only focusing on writer’s narration in general as opposed to getting into both Dean and Sam’s shoes separately. You can see the whole post here or simply read this . In this case I will be getting into Sam’s since he’s the one who said mom only ever came to Dean for everything.]

I’m going to *attempt* to crack Sam’s head as to why he said these things, and why the writers are actually writing Sam’s thoughts from a  realistic standpoint.

[cracks knuckles]

Here we go! (this will be LONG AF) because of all the issues that lead someone to be/act/say such things.

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Tender Pt. 2

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Sebastian plans to use to Tom to find information, and learns more than he ever expected.

Warnings: Talk of masturbation.

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Sebastian took the opportunity to check his watch while he waited for the next fan to finish talking to Tom. There was a little over half an hour left before they had to get ready for the photo ops. He scanned the line and felt a little disappointed at not seeing the girl. He tried to be optimistic. After all, they were scheduled for several events over the next four days. He figured he’d have to run into her at some point if she was a fan.

“So, do you or the other Grumps have anything scheduled for today?” he heard Tom ask. He looked over curiously at the boy at hearing that word again. And again, he wondered what, or who, the hell a ‘grump’ was.

“No, today is strictly for fun. The others are getting pictures with the Game of Thrones cast right now.” the fan, an older man with salt and pepper hair, answered.  

“Oh good.” Tom was visibly relieved. “I tried really hard to have enough room in my schedule to make it to some of your guys’ events.”

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anonymous asked:

akira x a reader who had their heart changed in a major way by the PTs? good luck with the new blog as well. :)

Ah, thanks so much! I hope I manage to fit in with everyone. I’ve not been in the fandom too long :P [I’ve been a writer for a while though.] maybe got a bit carried away on this, so it’s like a proper little fic.

Word Count: 2323

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Voltage Island Prologue (Multi Canons x OCs Dating)

Fandom: KBTBB / IM / ASA / FILA
Category: Drama / Fluff / Smut / Angst?

Character: Eisuke (33) / Ota (27) / Yukihisa (36) / Shunichiro (36) / Rikiya (32) / Aki (26)

Eriko (31) / Katie (21) / Jazz (28) / Pippa (28) / Kara (30) / Joanne (24)

After a glimpse of the reality TV show Love Island and given how ridiculously hilarious it is, I cannot resist doing one with Voltage men for my own entertainment purpose.

Basically just a bunch of guys and chicks who wear swimwear all day in a mansion, doing nothing but drama and have audience vote them off one at a time, oh and they’re here to find love or whatever.

So in my case numbers of Voltage canons and OCs, if you find this fun and want to add your personalize oc, inbox me as readers could definitely vote who they want off the Island, that’s if I could still bother with it ;)



Six tall and slender men in their swim shorts marching from the grand entrance to the 5 meters enormous pool, sitting themselves down on the deck nearby with one blonde helping himself and begins tending drinks while the rest quickly introduce themselves.

“This place is fucking huge, Eisuke.” The boy smirks and puts his wavy brownish-orange hair out of the way, placing six glasses on the bench.

“Guess they really like rubbing money in peoples face, huh?” The auburn hair eyes widen to the huge pool while Eisuke Inchinomiya shrugs in response.

“The place is okay, could have found a better interior designer but not as bad as I expect it to be.”

The pool has blue water that sparkles in the sun, the one with pale skin and short, black hair gazes down at his wavy reflection, giving in to the luxurious temptation and jumps right in. After a few lazy strokes, he emerges from the water, shaking that gorgeous hair of his to the side of his face as his pale skin glistens with tiny water droplets, sliding down his toned chest. 

The two older men watches from the stools with cocktails in hands, wondering just why on earth they’re invited here.

“It is good publicity for the firm.” Says the man with neck length hair while his friend on the right questions with his brows raised.

“Yes for you and the firm maybe, I’m an in house doctor. Or is that why I’m here, as a doctor?”

The dark hair man shurgs, “Or your image just fits the show.”

“Oh my image?” The doctor chuckles, “Sure I’m the one who would fuck any woman with her legs spread open, aren’t I?”

“Are you not though?”

“Does it matter? The audience doesn’t care, I don’t even have a route, no back story no nothing, I’m just a sexy pervert.”

“Who seems awfully happy about this situation more than anyone?” The man finishes his drink and politely asks the blonde boy for a refill.

“I’m not exactly a bartender, just so you know.” The pretty boy combs his hair in irritation but refills the empty glass anyway before finding his quiet and arrogant looking friend who’s now sitting by the corner on his own.

“Free drinks, free food, hot chicks well lack of privacy but hey the hot chicks pay off, I suppose.”

The two older men share a sly grin and continue drinking, the boy in the pool has now swam to the edge.

“Hey, I’m Aki and you are?”

“Rikiya Mononobe, how’re you approached?” The older and taller man puts his feet down into the cool water and makes a new friend.

“They said it would bring me more customers for my pastry shop and a chance for finding love.”

A dry mocking scoff escapes from the man sitting by the pool with his hands stretching behind his back, letting out a loud yawn. “Sure love exists with 12 strangers trap in a freaking mansion and sleeping in the same room.”

Meanwhile six girls in similar heights await inside the mansion, some with their eyes rolled and annoyed while two are overly excited but a particular girl pacing around the glass sliding door anxiously, fully aware and uncomfortable in her bikini that’s provided by the producers.

“What’s your name?” The shortest woman with blonde and beautiful long hair asks.

“Pippa.” The girl pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and soon crosses her arms over her chest. “Why are you girls allowed one piece swimsuit and I have to wear this?”

“Because we are the older women and you three are the young hot and sexy ones.” Another woman in black strappy onesies that’s clearly showing off her sides and flat stomach joins the conversation.

“How old are you three?” Pippa takes a step away from the other two girls in bikini and stands closer to the other three.

“31.” The one in black immediately says follows by the woman in white who is 30 and the blonde who’s 28.

“I’m 28 too why am I …” Pippa bites her bottom lips and lowers her voice, “categorized with them?”

“Welcome to stereotype baby.” The one in white low cut lace and backless one piece plays with her ponytail and puts a hand out, “I’m Kara by the way.”

The blonde in yellow is called Jazz while the one in black is Eriko.

With instructions coming from their phones as signals, the two youngest girls open the sliding door and rush outside to finally meet the golden boys while the other four walk hands in hands and see just what on earth they’ve gotten themselves into.

Eriko is the first to swear, “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me!” She keeps her mumbling to minimal as everyone starts picking a spot by the pool.

Choosing the far left corner of the pool, right opposite Eisuke Inchinomiya who also comes from a wealthy family like her but mainly because Eriko would avoid talking to her other three acquaintances from college at all cost, she bets someone has tipped the show off and invites Shunichiro, Yukihisa and Rikiya on purpose, without exchanging a single word to the men on the other side of the pool, the woman who’s in charge of one of the largest clothing brand in Japan is already getting a tremendous headache.

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Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 1: Wilderness within

The facility was almost giant, a complex consisting of different buildings and a wide park around it. Founded by a Corporation named “Generatio-X” the research institute was a well-known place, where a wide arrangement of doctors, Researchers and volunteers worked. Beasts were not too long on earth by now, no one really knowing what caused the mutations in the first place. Which was one of the biggest things the Corporation wanted to clear out.

At least this was a much more peaceful solution. Thinking back to the first discovered mutants, things often got ugly. Military forces claimed they were dangerous, and while some of course were, others stayed harmless. They were an extremely fascinating species to work with. While some only had odd colored eyes, others seemed like creatures straight from fantasy novels. And the powers they often developed as well. Every Beast was unique, and some willing to contribute their cooperation with the research program.

In the same time period the leading Professors discovered that sometimes normal Humans, who worked a lot with Beasts, formed a bond, opening even more possible powers or opportunities to make them a more established part of the still sceptic society. Of course most Beasts were here on free will, a safe space protected from eventual dark intentions from others. Those who were actually dangerous and a threat to other people were locked up under special safety precautions, until they were good to work with.

Felix joined the program a few years ago, the strange creatures always had a fascinating effect on the Swede. He was one of the many volunteers there, working as a so-called Tamer, even though he didn’t find “his” Beast yet. But they liked his way of approaching things, and he was lucky to be able to work with the more exotic ones that required a bit of either patience or courage to get closer.

“Morning Doc”, the Swede greeted the black haired man in glasses, who was flipping through notes and documents on a tablet. “Oh, morning Felix, thanks for coming here”, the Doctor replied. “No problem, what’s the matter?” Mark, so the name of the man in the lab coat, adjusted his glasses, before signalizing Felix to follow him with a nod. “You remember when a few weeks ago the Facility in the East was shut down, right?” he asked the Blonde, who nodded before answering: “Yeah, illegal experiments and all. I heard the Beasts from there got taken care of by the Organization by now.” “Exactly, some are here in our Facility as well. Last week by the clean-up process they found another one in the near forest, completely neglected and wild. And yeah, you know the rules, before Joyce lets someone work with him we gotta bring him back in shape” Mark finished his explanations while entering the code for the restricted area, were such patients were kept so no one got harmed. “Neglected as I lived in the forest for too long?” Felix asked, tilting his head. “Probably. It’s a Chimera type, they tend to get more animalistic in a shorter period of time when relying in their instincts to survive. But yeah, I have never actually seen one even similar like him”, the Doctor told, leading them to the door a big “No. #57” pranced in red.

The inside greeted with the control room, various monitors, Computers and some machineries keeping track of almost everything. The cell itself, where the beast was kept, was safe behind a thick layer of bulletproof glass, and additional force field just to be safe. Another Professor and Joyce, the leader of the Facility, where there as well. The room behind the glass was rather bare, basically without additional furniture. The cement walls were scratched, Felix couldn’t tell if by previous ones, and he just managed to keep his jaw from dropping as his eyes locked on the Beast.

The first thing he noticed was the pair of big wings, the feathers being in various shades of green blending into light blue tips. His skin was pale, old cuts, bruises and scars scattered across his body. There were scales and claws on his hands and feet, fading smoothly into human skin, the green scales also covering his face around his left eye and cheek. Along his spine pairs of curved, thin spikes were to be seen, running down the length of his back and reptile like tail. The same kind of spikes also grew out of his forearms. He looked like a half Dragon. And definitely growled like one as frost blue eyes locked on the new visitors.

Felix stepped closer to the glass, the Chimera not losing track of his movements for a second. There was something feral and dark in his eyes, his whole attentive, predatory posture that let a cold shiver run down his spine. “Anything known about him yet?” he asked, looking over his shoulder to his companions. “From what we’ve got from the documents in the old facility not much, sadly. Reported is a high strength and agility, as well as good reflexes and senses like most Chimera types do. But that is all we know, and we are not sure how strong and such he is exactly”, the professor near Joyce answered, handing Felix the tablet with said files on it. Joyce herself now took the word:  “As you know Gentlemen we can’t work with Beasts in such a state. His behavior is too aggressive for this point, but Chimeras like him are also very rare and we don’t know much about them. Mr. Kjellberg, since you are without a Beast we’d like you to take this one under your guidance until he is safe to work with. Or to at least try to get him… civilized again. There is a lot of potential in him we could use, it would be a waste to keep him locked away.”

Felix hesitated for a moment. He did have his experiences with wild animals, maybe trying to get through with the same princip was worth a shot. Depending on how long the Beast was on his own out in the wild it could get difficult though. Right now it felt more like an actual Dragon-bird Hybrid than human. “It’s worth a try, I’ll see what I can do”, he agreed. It would be a challenge, but he would lie id he denied the fact that he liked the rush of adrenaline it brought with it. And there wasn’t always a chance to tame a dragon Chimera. Well, the scales and claws could come from lizards, but Dragons sounded cooler in his head. “Thanks. You know the rest, as usual there will be Guards to ensure your safety”, Joyce meant. “Shouldn’t he be wearing a collar as well?” Felix suddenly asked. The collars he refered to were able to either use electric shocks or inject a dose of highly narcotic medicine, for emergencies only of course.

“He did”, Mark answered, holding up the steel collar, the hinge of it broken and loose, “but managed to tear it off. I have a feeling that he’s much stronger than he actually shows.” Felix approached the glass separating him from the beast once more. The Chimera didn’t went back to get distance, instead moving forwards as well. He was moving on all fours, and Felix wondered why and how long he was on his own in the woods. But it showed that even being “in captive”, he would not back down easy and go full attack instead as soon as he found the chance. “Alright Buddy, seems like we are gonna spend some time together”, he stated, returning the dark look the Beast gave the Swede.
The Chimera replied by a loud and threatening growl, whipping his tail against the glass, the spikes creating a loud crashing sound.
This was gonna be a lot harder than he thought.
And here it is :D
The Fic plays a bit in the Future, so Technic is advanced and stuff.
This story is inspired by an RP I participated a while back, and since I was able to comission @simpleagle for Jacks official Design I figured out I’ll write a Fic of it ^^

And this is how Chimera!Jack looks :) (It’s badass and she did an amazing Job x3)


Day 5: proposal

On a day usual for many huntsman and huntresses, team RWBY found themselves in a two weeks mission on the swamps of Mistral. It was supposed to be a simple Grimm extermination the mayor of the village said, that it was just a pack of Beowulf he said but that small pack not only was not small, but it also had Ursa, Boarbatusk and a Death Stalker to boot! It was practically a miracle that a Nevermore wasn’t part of this!

But thanks to a good teamwork, kick ass summoning and just good old ass kicking, team RWBY prevailed against the creatures of Grimm, sure they haven’t finished yet but most of the problem have been solved and that was good.

Except for a certain pair of huntresses, this just brought another set of problems. Previous taking this mission, Weiss has made all manner of arrangements to attend a exclusive event at a Buffet where food and wine of all the kingdoms was going to be served and she planned to attend with her girlfriend Ruby and have the best time they could ever have.

For Ruby it meant something else. While it also meant the chance to have a great time with her lover, to the redhead, it was the perfect chance to enact her plan to propose to Weiss. After such a long time together, she thought it was time to bend on a knee and pop up the question.

But not everything was bad. Due the fact that this mission got extended and the people might have omitted a few details, the mayor has offered to pay for all expenses, he even let them use his hot tub from time to time.

And so, on a free night before heading once again to deal with the last batch of Grimm, the four girls were about to take that chance to enjoy themselves in that hot tub but first, Weiss, Blake and Yang went to get some snacks and beverages while Ruby waited for them in the hot tub.

The scythe wielder decided that if they couldn’t make it back, she would make the best of the situation, her with her beloved team; after all, she carried the ring with her all the way from Vale because she was afraid of actually misplacing it back at home and regardless of the risk, this could be considered a happy accident.

Meanwhile, Weiss was having similar thoughts about this issue as she was also planning to propose to her girlfriend of many years and the event she worked so hard to get entrance, was the perfect place and moment to enact her marriage proposal, as she lamented to both her teammates.

“Klein even took all the bother of getting Nana Schnee’s wedding ring and sent it to me! Everything was set up to be a wonderful night and now all my plans have been torn asunder!”

“Now Weiss, I think you’re overreacting a bit, sure, the plan couldn’t be applied but you still can take the plunge and ask my baby sister the big question and this nice bottle of Mistrali wine will set a nice mood for it! Relax!” Yang reassured her future sister in law while showing to her the aforementioned wine bottle.

“Like Yang said, you can’t cry over spilled milk so why not make the most of the situation?” Blake asked.

It was good to have both Yang and Blake’s support on this endeavor as she confided in them before planning the whole proposal and getting the blonde huntress blessing.

Suddenly, the conversation was interrupted by a cry for help that came from the nearby window and prompted the three women to look for the source of that scream: a 10 years old looking boy.

“Help! The Grimm are coming and they have surrounded some of the citizens near the village!”

Ok, that didn’t sound good and so they hurried up to get ready and make Ruby did as well, which the redhead did quickly thanks to her semblance, not forgetting the precious ring and reunited with her teammates, ready for action.

The enemy this time were an alpha, a creeper and two ursas bigger than the last Ursa they fought. First thing was to get the trapped people to safety and lead as many Grimm as they could far from the village. Thankfully, no one was hurt and things seemed to be going well but it’s not good to chant victory early.

As the Ursa were finally destroyed, the team of huntresses didn’t sense the approaching of a King Taijitu until it was a range close enough to eat them in one bite. Luckily, all four could dodge the attack barely on time and with the help of the freezerburn move, they gained a bit more distance and time to plan a strategy.

“Ok, let’s get one of the heads stuck in those rocks over there, cut it and then we deal the other head and we need someone to act as a distraction hmmmm Blake?” the leader said.

“Leave it to me” the faunus replied before taking off. Weiss decided to help Blake while setting all to trap one the heads of the snake like creature with Ruby and Yang providing cover from the other head.

The task went actually well but before they could destroy the trapped head, the Taijitu, or more accurately, its black head, got a head start on them and giving time for its twin to free itself and resume the attack on the four huntresses who took some damage this time, thankfully diminished by their auras.

But this attack carried on another problem for the silver eyed warrior as on the white head’s quick attack, not only it managed to snatch a huge part of her cape, the box with the ring fell right into its mouth…not good at all.

“OH. HELL. NOOO!” Ruby shouted with all her strength before diving straight to the jaw of that monster too fast for her teammates to react before it closed its mouth, which it did.

What happened next was composed of shouting of their leader’s name in an anguished tone, desperate attacks on the offending head and it would have been easier if it wasn’t for the twin head attack but in the middle of the confusion, a strange light emanated from the beast’s mouth until suddenly it was destroyed completely. Out of it, emerged Ruby with her silver eyes glowing for all to see and once she put her look on the other head and it was done for.

The not so fabled silver eyes power, capable of striking a Grimm down with just one look, had made a quick work of their enemy. Even after “getting the hang of it” like the scythe user would phrase it, Ruby rarely used this mysterious power which made her teammates wonder while also getting both worried and angry, what prompted her to use it in this situation.

As Ruby rose from the ground and shook a bit of dust out of her shoulder she was tackled by her very upset lover.

“What in the hell was that Ruby Rose!? How dare you make us worried like that!”

“Ah Weiss….” Blake tries to get the white haired woman’s attention without success.

“Honestly, we have talked about doing things like that before, but it seems you haven’t learned, have you!?”

“Weiss!” This time, Yang tries to get the former heiress attention who was actually shaking her lover in the middle of her frantic rant.

“Do you want to kill me with a heart attack!? Is that what you want Ruby Rose!?”

“WEISS!” This time, both Yang and Blake shouted.

“WHAT!?” Weiss responded with the same force as the former call only to be pointed at Ruby, who lost consciousness in the middle of Weiss rant.


“Oh indeed” Blake replied before noticing a little box that fell out of Ruby’s hand and showing it to her teammates, which were surprised and marveled by the tiny object in equal proportion but then they decided to put it in a pocket and get their leader the first aid she could need back at the village.

Some hours later, Ruby finally regained consciousness and like other times before, her lover was at her site, patiently waiting for her to recover consciousness and to further assist her.

“Weiss?” Ruby’s answer came in the form of a slap to the head, followed by a very passionate kiss from the one she called out for.

“You really are going to be the death of me, you know that?”

“I know what I did was stupid, even for my usual stupid but Weiss, believe when I say it was worth it because….” The red haired huntress realized the prized box was out of her sight and started looking for it frantically until her beloved put it in front of her.

“Looking for this? It fell from your hand when you passed out and Blake retrieved it for you. I get this ring might be valuable but your life is more important. Don’t ever forget that” the Schnee completed her plea by caressing her lover’s cheek.

“Weiss, I get what you mean but I really worked hard for this and I couldn’t bear losing it and I just well, reacted” as Ruby explained the best as she could before taking the little box and getting out of bed.

It was now or never. She stood before Weiss and bend on one knee and opening the box with the ring on it.

“Weiss, I know that when we met each other, I didn’t make a good impression but you really have caught my interest since day one and a part of me knew I started getting a crush on you since that day. Time passed and we have been through so much, but we have managed to stick together and build this relationship of many years so I want to take our relationship to the next level and be with you for the rest of my life” Ruby makes a pause to take a breath of air before continuing while Weiss just stood there silently.

“So I ask you: Weiss Schnee, would you marry me and make me the happiest woman in the world?”

The former heiress eyes started to water and the she just couldn’t help herself but to get on her knees and plant a kiss on her lover’s lips.

“My Ruby…of course I will; in fact, I was planning to do the same. That’s what going to that special buffet was all about”

“So that’s why you were upset about missing the event huh?” everything being clear now for the redhead.

“Indeed that was the reason I was upset about missing our reservations but this isn’t so bad. We can celebrate our engagement once we get back to Vale”

“Yes we can…with the whole family and friends right?”

“I wouldn’t want it otherwise…I love you Ruby”

“And I love you too Weiss”

And so, the lover’s decided to celebrate their relationship’s new level with a simple make out session, lost in their own world unaware of a pair of spectators at the door that saw the whole scene from the beginning.

These spectators decided to take their leave but not before one of them mumbled:

“Well, that was a thing”


Well day 5 done and two more to go.

And just for clarification: unlike Ruby, Weiss didn’t bring Nana Schnee’s priced ring with her. It’s safe back at their home in Vale but she still wanted Ruby to know her intentions just in case something happened because Weiss always wants to be prepared for anything….or at least that how I imagined it.

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We all need Bakery AU’s okay so imagine Barry meets Len at a bakery not too far from his job. It’s probably Cisco who told him about the bakery. Or Iris. Hell, maybe it was Caitlin. Either way, it’s been a solid year and Barry has spent an uncomfortable about of money at the Rogues’ Bakery. Barry stares deeply into his salted caramel cupcake as he stands outside the bakery, contemplating all his life decisions up to that point.

Barry’s constant trips to the bakery are pretty obvious by the little bit of weight he’s put on. Nothing extreme, just his fingernail disappearing into his stomach when he pokes it. He should probably start working out. Maybe ask Oliver for some tips. The guys built like a brick house.

Oliver’s impressive musculature aside, Barry stands outside of the Rogues Bakery, staring down at his cupcake again.

He didn’t plan on this. On coming in every Friday for a pick-me-up in the form of Len’s newest cupcake flavor. He did plan on asking Len out by the second month, but you can already tell how well that worked out.

Month one was fine. Barry didn’t want to ask Len out right away. To be honest, he thought Len was kinda of a dick. He doesn’t even know the man, so month one is pretty awkward. Eye contact that lasts a bit too long. Len raising a skeptical eyebrow when Barry walks in for the third time that month. The fact the Barry has stopped coming here with Cisco, Caitlin, and Iris, walking in solo instead. It’s all pretty awkward. Not to mention Barry has the social acumen of a rock. So month two and three are weird.

Month four? Month four is a lot better. Len knows his name. Len’s face lights up a little whenever Barry walks in. Barry’s been introduced to Len’s sister and friends, who know him by name now, too. Barry even thinks that Len might be flirting with him, but maybe it’s just wishful thinking. His biggest accomplishment is finally getting Len to laugh at some point. A laugh that makes Barry’s heart beat faster while simultaneously breaking it. He laughs like he’s ashamed of the sound. He stuffs it down and wraps it around his very center like a devout Catholic sneezing in church. Like finding joy is a crime. Barry continues to do it anyway, loving the sound. Loving it more when Len starts getting used to smiling and laughing so much. Months five and six are similar.

Seven is where it gets troubling. Len isn’t in a very good mood. Lisa sends Len somber looks when he isn’t looking. Len smiles less – or rather, smirks less. Even that small smile he reserves just for Barry, it’s slowly dissipating and Barry has no idea what to do. How to help. He asks Lisa and Mick but they tell him to just let it go. He doesn’t.

Halfway through month seven, Barry has a bold idea. He starts using his lunch breaks to take Len out. He doesn’t call it a date. No, he’s too scared. But he does take Len to coffee shops and restaurants. He does pay for the meals and drinks as often as Len let’s him. Hell, he even walks Len back to the bakery when it’s over. It’s seems to work pretty well. Getting Len out of the bakery (read: away from Lisa’s pitying looks and Mick’s constant prodding) seems to have been a wonderful idea. He’s smiling. He’s making stupid puns again. He accepts Barry’s hug at the end of month seven and his promise to “always be here if you need to talk”. Barry doesn’t stop smiling…

…until month eleven when Barry is walking to work and he sees it. Len hugging an unknown women outside of the coffeeshop they frequent. She’s holding onto Len tightly as he strokes her hair. Barry can’t help but feel a little sick. He was so convinced that Len liked him. That he might actually have a chance. The flirting was obvious and when Barry had the perfect opportunity, he would even reciprocate. Flirting wasn’t his forte, but Len seemed to think it was cute. Len’s been out of that funk for a few months now but he still took lunch with Barry when he could. Still flirted and winked and smiled at Barry when he walked into the bakery.

He tells himself that there’s something else to this. That there’s something he’s missing. He’s almost convinced himself of it until he watches Len pull back and give the woman a small reassuring peck on the forehead.

He’s confused. He’s so damn confused. It’s like that summer Iris went through her jigsaw puzzle phase. She coerced Barry into doing this 5000-piece puzzle except fifty of the pieces were missing. That’s what this feels like.

So Barry walks away. Sparing himself anymore heartbreak.

He stops going to the Rogues Bakery. Stops taking Len out for lunch. He knows what he should really stop doing is being an asshole. You don’t just sever ties with people you’ve been talking to for eleven months just because one of them doesn’t return your feelings. If anything, Barry should be used to this. Not having his feelings returned, that is. He’s been able to salvage his relationship with Iris and become genuinely happy for her and Eddie. He doesn’t even feel that pang of hurt anymore when he sees them kiss. Why can’t he have that with Len?

Except, he knows he the answer. He knows that this is the most heartbroken he’s ever been. Their lunch outings felt like dates and Len’s flirting made it seem all the more real.

This is different from Iris because Barry was so confident. He was so sure he had a chance and seeing Len with that girl was like watching an axe come down. He feels stupid for not anticipating this.

So he doesn’t go back to the bakery. Tries other ones in the area but it’s never the same.

It’s month twelve when Iris comes to get him out of bed on a bright Sunday morning.

“So,” Iris says. “I talked to Len today.”

Barry feels sadness ricochet into his chest and squeeze it like a vice.

He knew what was coming. Iris always did this.

He tells her to go away. That he doesn’t need her help. That this has nothing to do with her.

She says she’s sorry.

Barry can’t help but look up at her in confusion before she continues.

Shes sorry for wanting to save them from self-inflicted asphyxiation caused by shoving their heads in the sand.

She tells Barry she thinks he should tell Len the truth. Tells him:

“Yeah, there’s a chance he doesn’t feel the same, so I won’t lie to you and tell you that everything is going to be fine. We both know that’s bullshit. If he doesn’t, it won’t necessarily get better. But it will get easier. Len obviously cares about you and I’m sure you guys can work through whatever this is. Please, Bar. Just try.”

So he does.

It’s a disaster.

Not at first, though.

He walks in pretty confident. Feeling better after Iris’ pep talk. Even if Len didn’t feel the same, he was still a good friend. He, at least, deserved an apology.

So he does it. He’s in the middle of apologizing and he’s about to get to the whole “I was jealous of you hugging that random girl on the street because I have feelings for you so you should totally go on a date with me” when he sees her. Walking out from the back. He recognizes the untamed curls and the leather jacket from the other day. From when she was being held by Len.

She introduces herself as “Shawna.“

Barry can’t do this.

There’s fumbling and avoiding Len’s eyes. Trying to make half hearted jokes and once five minutes have gone by, he just buys his cupcake and leaves. Vowing to be back soon. Any smudge of confidence he had at the start of that encounter was completely gone.

So here he is. Barry staring down at his salted caramel cupcake as if it holds the answers to the universe. Barry shakes his head and stares up at the bakery. He didn’t even finish apologizing to Len. He feels like a dick. Like a bag of huge, ugly, awful dicks that deserve to be punched in the face.

He turns around and starts heading in the other direction, dubbing this a bust and promising to try again tomorrow.

Until he’s stopped by Len. Who forcibly turns him around and gives him the dirtiest glare he’s ever seen.

Before Barry even gets to ask what’s going on, Len is going off. About Barry disappearing for a damn month without any word. Showing up out of the blue only to leave again. How Len thought that they were dating and having a nice time and-

And Barry swears he hears the sound of a record scratching somewhere. His jaw drops and the rest of Len’s rant falls on deaf ears.

Len thought those were dates? That they were already dating?

Len thought they were dating which means he was hurt and confused when Barry just up and left without so much as a “goodbye”. Not a phone call. Not a text. Nothing.

Barry is an asshole. He’s more than an asshole. He’s some sort of semi-braindead asshole, nothing more than the sum of his vaguely attractive parts, a pretty decent singing voice, and a disturbing habit of being tardy.

Len notices Barry isn’t paying attention and decides to let it go. He begins walking when Barry repeats his earlier action and pulls him back, begging him to just come to the coffeeshop so he can explain everything. It takes a bit of convincing, but Len agrees.

He also laughs in Barry’s face afterwards for being such an idiot.

But Barry can’t complain too much because Len is kissing him and he’s never been happier.

(Shout out to pheuthe and nova-arcania for pointing out that some of my prompts/headcanons are disturbingly close to actual fanfics)

Wait A Second

Requested: yes this sweet anon did!

Words: 2011

A/N: Damnit, why do I always forget to re-read the request? It turned out another way, but still pretty similar to the request. Hope that’s okay! Also if you liked this and if you want, I’ll do a part two? I don’t know… Tell me what you thought??

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

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Summary: Before meeting the boys, Ashton seemed very innocent. That was until you saw his eyes staring hungrily. 

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