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greywritesthings · 21 days

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Complete contradiction

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Warnings; none I'm pretty sure

A/N; Longest fic so far, not very long by others standards but its 2 and a small paragraph pages so a lot compared to my normal one page fic. I really really like this one so any reblogs & comments would be especially appreciated on this one! (this also isnt proof read srry) also for additional context reader is also a classified genius and I do plan on making this a series :)

Taglist; @reidstheyfriend

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You peeled off your coat and dropped your bag at the door, not bothering to hang them up for now, solely focused on getting to your sofa so you could sit down. You had just gotten back from two cases in a row, meaning you were bone achingly exhausted. you had a case in Arizona followed by an emergency case involving a child in Texas then back to Virginia where you had given pretty much all the team a curt goodbye, texting Spencer a simple I love you and throwing him a smile before getting in your car. You had been with the BAU for a year now but were still yet to let your guard down around them all. You only trusted Spencer fully given he was your boyfriend and you had known him before coming to the BAU, you met when he was doing his third PHD and you were on your second.

Spencer had spent a lot of time with you while you did your PHD, you were working on your criminal psychology doctorate after finishing your first one in Philosophy while he did his in chemistry. You bonded well, at first spending time in the library or lab together but soon enough you decided to start working together at your apartment, where Spencer had learnt you were very different at home compared to how you were outside.

You dressed like a typical academic, dark tones with some purples and greens thrown in, your makeup was light but you often had on dark eyeliner and lipstick, you came off as cold and intimidating to everyone in looks and you weren't very friendly in tone, you just had a soft spot for the boy genius. Many would think your house would be the same, covered in books, dark colours throughout too but it was nearly the opposite. Once you walked through the door there was colour near enough everywhere, not migraine inducing neon but there were shades of light greys purples and greens covering the walls with mandala tapestries and other art pieces joining them. A striped rug with shades of pink, yellow and orange covered the floor of the living room underneath a dark coffee table in between two large patchwork sofas, a pink lamp stood in the corner on top of a small green table . Your kitchen was also brushed with colour, bright blue cabinets with light wooden countertops with a rainbow variety of cutlery, kitchen utensils, bowls and plates, your book cases throughout the apartment had books with custom dust jackets on so they were in theme with the rest of the house, you had picked up making them during highschool out of boredom. Your house was the opposite of you, and also the opposite of Spencer, who preferred the darker themes all around.

You also had divided your wardrobe up into your working outfits and your not working outfits. Whenever you were going to set foot at work or when you met spencer, university, you wore your darker more academic and professional outfits and once you were home you wore colourful outfits. It helped you to compartmentalise the job so you didn't burn out or stress as much. When you were off work you lived in sweaters, dungarees and dresses in colours and styles that made you happy. When you and Spencer were together off work you looked like the complete contradiction of one another for people who worked so well and were identical in many other ways.

You picked yourself up from the couch and trudged over to your bedroom to go and change into your choice of clothes for the evening. When you look through your closet you decide on a white turtleneck and pastel pink dungarees, putting on some fuzzy socks and leaving your hair down for now so you can settle in for the night making some new jackets for Spencer's books. His books were beaten up from all the travelling he did with them and they were starting to fall apart, especially the older ones, so you were making them in hopes that it would slow down the damage.

You were so focused on your project that you didn't hear the door unlocking, you were used to Spencer letting himself in so it didn't put you on alert, not until you heard a voice who definitely wasn't supposed to be at your door, let alone inside your apartment. “Oh my god, are we in the right place?” Penelope squealed from your doorway. “I don’t think we should be here, she's private and this is certainly something she doesn't want us to know.” You hear Rossi suggest. “Guys it'll be fine, what's the worst that could happen?” Morgan assures, you're now almost certain that at least JJ and Emily are here, possibly Hotch given aside from Spencer he was the only one with a spare key for safety purposes. Spencer wasn't with them you guessed, he was coming home after he finished up some paperwork at the university he had been requested to do last minute on a friday so he was coming over around eight PM.

“You can come in instead of letting my heating out.” You may not look as intimidating but you can sound as cold as ever given you just had six people show up on your door and let themselves in. They all come in, awkwardly standing in the doorway as Hotch closes the door behind him. “Sorry for barging in y/n, I wanted to stop by and drop off your bag as you had left it behind at the office and Reid was gone and then the others, insisted on following me, I apologise again for the intrusion.” Hotch is nearly as formal with you as he is with strangers, you knew it was because the only things he knew about you were the things he was told by Strauss and your file, maybe also your favourite books if he managed to take a look at your open kindle on your desk sometimes. “Go make yourselves at home, leave two seats free on the sofa, also go snoop if you want, just stay out of the last room on the right, that's my bedroom.” you nod towards Garcia who practically lights up, both at your lighter tone and at the prospect of being let in to your personality. The girls and Morgan all go off to explore your apartment while Rossi and Hotch head over to the couches.

After a while the others are done exploring your home meaning you were all now sat together, you had passed around some hot chocolates and teas, you didn't drink coffee and over time had transitioned spencer to do the same so he didn't dump half a bag of sugar into his coffee just to make it drinkable for him. You weren't entirely relaxed but you were more so in your own home compared to in the bureau. You explained your way of separating work and home through your different ways of dressing, you also opened up on some of your history with Spencer, not quite yet letting on the fact you were together. You both had places of your own for safety reasons alongside not wanting to make your ever snooping coworkers suspicious. You thought you would be safe in hiding your relationship until you lost track of time and Spencer walked through the door and called to you automatically. “I'm home sweetheart!” pausing when he heard the chatter in the living room die down, when he turned around after hanging his coat and bag up on the hooks he looked nervously at you as you nodded at him, signalling you were okay if he was. With that he visibly relaxed as the screeching began from the girls once again while Hotch and Rossi just smiled at you, Hotch having already knew as you had to declare your relationship when you started at the bureau some years after spencer, opting to do some more teaching work and get your third PHD in linguistics before taking up a role in the BAU with him.

It was several hours later when the team eventually left with you promising you would join them on the next team gathering. You then got to curl up on the sofa in Spencer's arms watching nature documentaries and reading French novels, the way you normally would, with the thought of maybe you could wear something colourful on Monday, maybe a burnt orange to ease into it.

#greyswritings #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you

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allwaswell16 · 1 year

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One Direction childhood friends to lovers fics with little to no smut as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

LARRY

Under the Yellow Roof by kiddle / @bluejeanlouis

(NR, 42k, historical au) A lot can happen in ten years.

fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry

(T, 41k, amnesia au) It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him.

threadbare by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou

(M, 20k, historical au) Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill. He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.

i got a heart (but i don't got a soul) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(NR, 19k, supernatural elements) the one where louis sells his soul before meeting his soulmate, harry is a popstar with a heart of gold, niall is inadvertently responsible for harry's boners, liam is a meddling angel, and zayn is a demon who made a mistake

From Christiania with love by @sweariwouldnt

(NR, 18k, Denmark) It's Louis' first field training day as a future police officer. It doesn't quite go to his plan. Or, maybe, it goes exactly to some bigger plan.

Hello, My Old Heart by @jesapeak

(M, 16k, proposal) All Louis wanted was to get through the new school year. Everything was going according to his plan until his childhood friend returned and managed to flip his life upside down, in the best way possible.

Don't Come Home For Christmas by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

(T, 15k, enemies to lovers) they used to be best friends; they despise each other all these years later; and they’re both staying at Harry’s place for Christmas

in the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you by fearsparks / @onlythebravest

(T, 13k, uni au) Harry's best friend Louis comes to visit him where he attends uni, meets Harry's friends, who point out that they don't know what platonic means

Everything Comes Back To You by @jaerie

(NR, 9k, Marcel au) Louis was only seven when he found himself in a hospital bed alone and scared, confused about what was happening.

Any Man of Mine by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 5k, cowboy au) Harry goes to visit his old friend Louis at his ranch in Texas after they reconnect during the pandemic.

in this life by @alivingfire

(G, 5k, girl direction) In this life, Harry Styles found Louis Tomlinson early, and never let him go.

Summer Love by orphan_account

(T, 5k, proposal) He's gonna marry him someday. All that Louis needs to do is ask him - again.

you and I love like it's a secret by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 4k, high school) It's Seven minutes in Heaven, but Louis sort of feels like he's ended up in Hell instead when he's forced into a small bedroom with his childhood best friend slash long time crush.

Down Memory Lane by flicker_album / @niall-official

(G, 2k, high school) Harry, as sentimental as ever, keeps anything Louis gives him in a box under his bed. He doesn’t anticipate Louis finding the box.

my favourite colour is you by velvetnoodle / @femslashy

(M, 2k, love confessions) Harry would scoff whenever the people closest to them would question their lack of an actual relationship, because the idea of the two of them being anything more than friends is the most preposterous thing he can think of.

captivity by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(G, 1k, older) you get to a point in life when your secrets aren't as holy as they once were.

RARE PAIRS

Make It Up As We Go Along by @lululawrence

(NR, 52k, ot5) When a baby is left on their doorstep, their lives become the definition of chaos...but maybe that is exactly what they need to see what has been right in front of them all along.

somewhere only we know by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 9k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn and Louis grew up together, but haven’t seen each other in over a decade. Now they're both in their twenties and meet again on a flight from LA to London, with ten hours in front of them to catch up, and maybe start something new.

Always Keep You Next To Me by @lululawrence

(NR, 8k, Louis/Greg James) When Louis' twin dies, Louis decides to take the birthday road trip they were meant to take together with Will's best friend Greg instead.

#trackinghome #tracksintheam #hltracks #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #1dsource #ficrec #childhood friends to lovers #no smut

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muerteporfavor · 8 months

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Vacation Update:

I wanted to talk about where I went on vacation (now that I am safely home and am not doxxing myself by doing so)

I went to the Silver Scream Convention created by the band Ice Nine Kills. It was truly magical. I did not have the privilege of going to the first year's convention last year however I have a lot of thoughts on this year's convention from an analysis point of view I guess?

Let me start by talking about a panel that will put everything I am about to say about the convention in context. The Spooktacular panel. There is a documentary style movie coming out (I believe the Los Angeles premiere is happening with all the cast on the 28th of September and then there is a Texas premiere with some of the cast at some point but I don't know when or where in Texas. They are also hoping for a theatrical release but I don't know when or if that will actually happen as it is only in talks.)

Spooktacular is a documentary film for the first ever haunted house to ever grace the country. It's title was Spooky World and was first unveiled in 1991. (Random tidbit: I got a free signed movie poster by the ex-owner/mastermind behind Spooky World plus the director and some guy who had a big hand in the filming process.) Prior to this Halloween themepark (think Disney World but for horror is a common comparison) there were only haunted hayrides. There were also celebrities of Horror/Halloween (including Elvira or Alice Copper, the latter who called spooky world to be there) who made appearances. To wrap this background up let's just say the owner had a 130,000$ loan (I swear he said 150,000$ at the panel but a source online who interviewed him claims 110,000 plus $20,000 in interest so its ballpark somewhere in there.) he had to pay back in like 5 years. And he paid it back in either (I can't remember which) a week and a half or two and a half weeks. Both of which is insanely impressive. (If you want to learn more about the former spooky world search up spooky world Berlin MA on youtube, the owner sold the attraction in 2005 and now it is in New Hampshire.)

Now. With all that being said, I think the Silver Scream Con is going to be the new Spooky World.

The Con just did their second year and it was confirmed by Ryan J. Downey, the host of all panels and Q&As, that the attendance number doubled last year's count. The first panel of the Con (Assault and Batteries with Alex Vincent and Christine Elise) had to add three rows of chairs more before the panel began because there were more guests than they anticipated. The line to see Dead Meat and get a picture/autograph was so long that it spanned the small vendor room from front to back at times. For the other booths in the vendor room it was a lot easier to wait in line so Dead Meat would be an outlier. I also heard from another guest that for the signings in the additional area (labelled Living Room in the schematic) that you'd wait about two hours to meet either Ulrich, Charnas (and company depending on the day), Todd, and Jericho. Personally, I only passed through the room but it was definitely very crowded and busy. (I also heard from another guest that the panel room for Dead Meat's panel was so crowded and hot that they ended up leaving because it caused them to struggle with breathing. This is not a sleight or even a universal experience it is a comment I mention to illustrate how massive this con is. I don't want anyone to think this Con was a Tanacon blunder or something. It wasn't they had plenty of space to do what they needed to do but it was clear that they might soon out grow the venue if their growth continues on the same trajectory.)

Pictured below is the schematic Silver Scream Con posted to their instagram so you can get a rough idea of the space (although I would not say it is necessarily true to size at all, it is a good idea of how things were set up)

Not only that, it taps into a previously untapped market just like Spooky World. The world of horror and alternative music (metal, punk, etc) has always been intrinsically intertwined. Most alternative people love horror whether its for the way the genre speaks to the fears of the time or the way the genre is constantly evolving. Previously, if you wanted to gather as an alternative music lover you'd go to a festival or a concert or any number of underground shows. Meanwhile if you are a horror lover you have, in recent history, always had conventions to go to. Spencer Charnas/ Ice Nine Kills artfully bring both worlds together in a clash that really tears the line between fantasy and reality (in regards to their two recent albums: Silver Scream and then Silver Scream 2: Welcome to Horrorwood where Charnas is the lead protagonist of the album concepts as a killer out for blood and does it through the killers we all know and love.) As far as I know this has never been done before, and if it has, it is nothing in comparison to what Ice Nine Kills and team is doing now. Right now they are making history in a big way.

For a moment I would like to pivot to their concert. At Silver Scream Con they always have a concert where they bring special guests to perform with them plus a couple of opener bands. (This year, I can't speak for last year, Dead Meat James played the Sax during IT is The End and Leah Voysey (actress, from Terrifer, Clown Cafe Host) performed during Grave Mistake. The lines for the concert spanned blocks even when it was divvied up in threes (General Admit being the longest multiple blocks, then you had Psychos Only Access [special subscription for Ice Nine Kills] and their RIP vip line.) The line for general admit was so long I showed up 45 minutes early and missed the first opening act in its entirety while I waited to be let into the City Hall Lynn Auditorium building. (Which actually was disappointing because it was Funeral Portrait.) The line was so massive a guy coming through in a taxi rolled down his window and asked the line who we were seeing because he was so impressed by the line and immediately decided to look them up.

Anyway,

All this to say, I can't wait to see how Ice Nine Kills and staff deal with how explosive they are becoming and I will not be surprised if looking into a new venue for the Convention is in their future.

Cheers for now!

Muerte Por Favor.

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racingliners · 7 months

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F1 Re-Watch 2013: Race 12 - Italy

si ragazzi etc etc etc

Seb's third win in Italy! But That year was also McLaren's 50th anniversary race... spoiler alert it did not go well.

I don't really remember much from this one, though I think Alonso was on the podium as well? Anyway let's jump in!

Once again going to be that person and say how I still miss the old F1 intro :(

The new one is fun and all but can you say 'nnnnneow' at the end? no you can't

Anyway, Monza v v pretty

aaaaand starting grid: SEB POLE!!!,

HULKENBERG P3??????

What the fuck is a polar bear doing in Arlington, Texas?!

(I legit had to pause to process that, wtf)

ahem, moving on: Alonso P5, Dan P7, Jenson P9, Jev P10, Lewis P12 (ouch :()

Truly that was the most whiplash I've had during a starting grid overview. Yikes.

There is something hilarious about a Ferrari powered Sauber out qualifying both Ferraris at Monza though

[Formation Lap]: ooh Lewis starting on hards, makes sense considering his starting spot (also set to be the best race tyre according to Bono on team radio).

The mediums are the other dry tyres for this race

ayyy there's some of the McLaren guys in their vintage style team uniforms (dare I say this maybe be the origin of the dress up race curse, bc I'm pretty sure both Jenson and Perez finish outside the points despite starting in the top 10).

Oh! The thermal image camera! I remember that!

svsvhfdh a Maurizio Arrivabene sighting in the Ferrari garage, two whole years before he became TP.

[Start/Lap 1]: many, many things happening in the braking zone for turn 1...

Seb had a good start though!!!

Top 10 is Seb, Massa, Webber, Fernando, Hulkenberg, Rosberg, Dan, Perez, Jev and Raikkonen

cut to Di Resta missing a front wing and out the race already

[Lap 2]: Mild violence on that first lap ngl

and there's a yellow flag somewhere

aaaaand it's gone

something about Seb driving off into the distance while war crimes happen behind him

[Lap 3]: Lewis is up to P10!!!

Not Alonso and Webber going through a chicane side by side, fellas...

[Lap 4]: Jenson down to P11 :(

oh he had an awful start that's why

[Lap 5]: Seb watch: he has a 2.6 second lead over Massa

[Lap 6]: Top 5 now Seb, Massa, Fernando, Webber and Hulkenberg

Rosberg I need you to be the superior Nico rn and get past him

...and Lewis has team radio problems (Bono can't hear him)

And Rosberg is already being asked to cool his car it is not a good day for Mercedes

[Lap 8]: A Seb fastest lap and Fernando overtaking Massa for P2 happening at the exact same time

oop Jev and Lewis are squabbling

Jenson takes advantage and takes P10!

cut to a mildly concerned Jock Clear on the pit wall

[Lap 9]: "We're monitoring right front at all times, we know it's not good" Rocky you can't just say things like that

I mean Seb is 4.5 seconds ahead of Fernando, but still

[Lap 10]: But Seb sets another fastest lap regardless, howling

[Lap 11]: Ah Lewis has caught up to the back of Jenson, maybe the hard tyres are starting to work

Cut to Seb, now 5.5 seconds ahead of Alonso

and PHEW the front right Rocky was speaking about was the tyre, not the brake

[Lap 12]: ...Lewis has a slow front right puncture

His not good quite bad Italian GP, I have no idea if his radio is still broken

oh Andrea Stella spoke to Fernando in Italian, that's fun

[Lap 13]: Lewis hasn't pitted. 🙃

Bono once again asking Lewis to pit, and the mechanics are in the pit lane.

Apparently someone from Merc was very aggressively waving Lewis' pit board so he could see it.

Why am I getting mildly anxious over a race I watched live a decade ago?! 😭

[Lap 14]: Lewis finally pits, and someone held up a sign for him while he was stationary. He's on the mediums and in 19th

His not good very bad Italian GP

[Lap 15]: At least Seb is having a good race 🥲

It's wild bc I was so unbothered about Lewis in 2013 and now I'm in distress

JEV NO

He's stopped on track 😭

Engine may have gone poof :(

[Lap 16]: I refer back to my earlier comment about Seb driving into the distance while atrocities occur to everyone else

Wild how a lot has gone on... while there hasn't been much actual racing

[Lap 17]: Seb now 6.5 seconds ahead of Fernando

Not a shot of Jev while his car smokes in the background 😭😭😭

oh Dan had already been announced as Seb's team mate for 2014 at this point, I could swear that was between this race and Singapore, oh well

[Lap 18]: Brundle: Speaking about how Fernando wants to get Adrian Newey on his team to be able to win WDCs sooner rather than later. Merc, about to dominate the next 7 seasons: 👀

[Lap 19]: Speaking of Merc, Rosberg how tf are you still in P6????Did you not listen when I told you to be the superior Nico???? smh

[Lap 21]: Meanwhile the frontrunners are all still to pit, which for them to do a one stop at Monza in 2013 is really quite impressive

Webber continues to chase down Massa

[Lap 22]: and Jenson pits for a set of hards, so that'll be him till the end on paper

oooh a lesser spotted for 2013 Lewis fastest lap!!

[Lap 24]: And Seb also pits for hards, he's the first of the frontrunners to do so

oh and in comes Webber too! Not quite a double stack considering their gap on track but still impressive

another Lewis fastest lap

[Lap 25]: Fernando and Andrea are continuing to chat over the radio in Italian, Crofty is twisting himself into knots trying to translate

and another Lewis fastest lap, it's like a 2014 season preview

He's in 10th though, and chasing Bottas down for 9th

[Lap 26]: So currently top 5 is: Alonso*, Rosberg*, Seb, Gutierrez* and Webber. (* = still to stop)

Lewis is up into P9!!

Hmm, Fernando has a 17.9 gap over Seb, which isn't quite big enough for a pit window

[Lap 27]: Meanwhile Rosberg pits, so Seb's now up to 2nd

This race really has been eventful and uneventful at the same time, it's wild

[Lap 28]: And Alonso finally pits while Rocky tells Seb off for going too fast

Seb re-takes the lead

Top 5 after the first/only stops: Seb, Fernando, Webber, Massa and Raikkonen

[Lap 29]: Oh damn Lewis has caught up to the back of Rosberg

aaaand Lewis got past him for P7

[Lap 31]: Raikkonen makes his second stop, he made a very early first stop due to getting damage at the start

Another Lewis fastest lap, and he's battling Hulkenberg for P6, though he may be stopping again too

[Lap 32]: His mediums are 18 laps old, so maybe the logic is to burn through them putting himself as par up the road as possible to minimise the damage from his second stop?

And while I typed that Lewis did a SEXY move through the inside of Curva Grande, he's now in 5th

[Lap 33]: Meanwhile on Seb watch, he's 11 seconds ahead of Fernando

and the McLarens are in 9th and 10th (Jenson, then Perez)

[Lap 34]: 🚨20 laps to go klaxon!🚨

[Lap 36]: Rosberg has caught up to Hulkenberg

...and went off at the first chicane

(I refuse to have Hulkenberg win the Nico war)

[Lap 37]: Merc mechanics out in the pit lane, possibly for Lewis

...or not they've gone back in

and cut to the Merc pit wall

Was it the classic Merc fake pit stop or is Lewis' radio still fucked? We may never know

[Lap 38]: Bono telling Lewis to pit

... and he once again doesn't come in

Meanwhile Grosjean takes Perez for 10th

[Lap 39]: And in comes Lewis for his second stop and another set of mediums, he comes out in 14th

ouch

[Lap 40]: Oh Webber has caught up to the back of Alonso 👀

If they go side by side through a chicane again I might die

They're 12 second behind Seb, who is continuing to do Seb things

[Lap 41]: And cue Webber bad luck, he's having to short shift in the lower gears

[Lap 42]: Another Lewis fastest lap for F1 bingo

cut to some midfield fisticuffs

[Lap 43]: Lewis chasing down Gutierrez for 13th, who fun fact is a test driver for Mercedes now

[Lap 44]: Seb's being told to short shift as well but in different gears (2-3 for Webber, 5-6 for Seb). RBR I know it's been ten years but I am going to slap you.

Meanwhile, Lewis passes Gutierrez for 13th

A DANI PEDROSA SIGHTING?!?!?!?!?!?

I once again had to pause but for the good whiplash 🥰

*blows a kiss to the sky for Dani*

[Lap 45]: LEWIS GOES ROUND THE OUTSIDE OF CURVA GRANDE!!!!

yes it was for 12th but still, SEXY

[Lap 46]: Webber now being told that he *has* to shortshift in order to finish the race 😳

see, that's not good

[Lap 47]: And yet Webber is still able to keep pace with Alonso, DAMN

Lewis v Raikkonen you say? 👀🍿

[Lap 48]: oof they almost go side by side into the first chicane

The battle for 7th graphic showing seven cars within 4.5 seconds of each other... MADNESS

(I love it though)

[Lap 49]: 🚨5 Laps remaining klaxon!!!🚨

Seb's lead down to 9.8 seconds over Alonso

Lewis once again goes round the outside of Curva Grande and takes 11th off Raikkonen

something something hammertime something

(I say that, feeling quite certain that wasn't a thing until 2014/2015)

[Lap 50]: And Lewis gets past Perez like slicing through butter down the start-finish straight to take P10

[Lap 51]: a Rosberg fastest lap????

And Lewis overtakes Jenson for 9th

[Lap 52]: A Seb sighting!!!! He's still leading by about 8 seconds

Raikkonen takes Perez for P11

[Lap 53]: "We've got enough issues, just bring it home" Local man is passive aggressive with little shit colleague

also LAST LAP

Lewis locks up going into the second chicane and has to let Grosjean back through

meanwhile SEB WINS IN MONZA!!!!!!!

(yes, that's how far ahead he was)

I am a teary eyed Adrian Newey and he is me

Rest of the top 10 - P2: Alonso, P3: Webber, P4: Massa, P5: Hulkenberg, P6: Rosberg, P7: Ricciardo, P8: Grosjean, P9: Lewis, P10: Jenson (one solitary point for McLaren's 50th anniversary race 🥲)

ngl, that race was quite odd. Stuff happened but there wasn't that much racing until the last few laps but the race wasn't completely boring either???? So yeah, odd.

Buuut, next race - my most most beloved Singapore!!!

#F1 Re Watch #F1 2013 re watch

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heartsleevemag · 1 year

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Intimacy and Image: A Conversation with YOUR ANGEL, A Star in the Headlights

It’s an age-old story, the small-town artist moving to the big city to pursue big dreams. But for LA-based singer, songwriter, and producer YOUR ANGEL, it’s more than a cliche.

Last Friday, YOUR ANGEL released her anticipated sophomore album, A Star in the Headlights. The LP has a heart of its own. Each song manages to be unique, vulnerable, and intriguing while exploring themes like insecurity, confidence, and strength, over a backdrop of dreamy, sweeping pop tracks. Citing influences like Britney Spears, Portishead, and Timbaland, YOUR ANGEL said of the album, “I wanted to write songs that hit so close to home that they make you feel nostalgic, even though you’ve never heard them before.”

Photos by Rachel Filler

It’s apparent that lived experience colors YOUR ANGEL’s writing style; the album’s dependence on broad synths and harmonies doesn’t take away from the boldness of its lyrics. In fact, it adds to them. The production is big and grand when it needs to be, and no-bullshit when it doesn’t. It’s clear that this was exactly the idea; “The album explores the feelings of inadequacy, loneliness, jealousy and weakness that I felt while on this transformative path,” YOUR ANGEL commented, and those ups and downs of self-exploration are reflected in the album’s progression.

It’s also reflected in the visuals created for the album. The album’s opening track, “STAR,” received a narrative-driven music video that borrows from some of Hollywood’s most classic films to tell the story of the beauty and horror of trying to make it in Los Angeles. “This video was meant to feel like the painfully familiar form of heartbreak all artists in this city experience daily," YOUR ANGEL shared about the visual, directed by Madeleine Leary with cinematography from Frank Rios. The team desired to “toe the line between beauty and heartbreak in a pursuit of something bigger, so we looked at films like Showgirls, Paris, Texas and Casino to try to nail the right balance of gorgeous and grotesque.” You can check out the video below.

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I was lucky enough to be able to ask YOUR ANGEL about the album and the process of coming into her own as an artist.

HS: As soon as I finished the album, I immediately needed more. So I listened to your debut, Pipe Dream, and I absolutely loved it. But the sound is different; how would you say you progressed, between the making of that album and this one?

YA: Thank you!! Honestly, I think the biggest way I progressed was just by getting way better at production. I also leaned into my love for pop music more than I ever had before.

HS: Was anything cut from the album? What kind of things ended up in the reject pile? Do you think you’ll release them?

YA: There was actually only 1 song cut from the album! I’m definitely not an artist that makes 100 songs and chooses 10, I usually write an album front to back. As far as that one song goes, I don’t think she’ll ever see the light of day.

HS: On Instagram, you said that you were embarrassed about fulfilling “the narrative” – about being an artist that moves from a small town to LA. How did that feeling translate into what you created for A Star in the Headlights?

YA: I didn’t really mean I was embarrassed about being an artist that moved from a small town to LA in the eyes of the world, I mostly meant among my peers. A lot of people in the music industry grew up in LA. I don’t think that feeling necessarily impacted the making of this record, but me getting over that feeling majorly impacted the visuals. I allowed myself to go all out pop star with no shame for the rollout of this album. It was super fulfilling!

HS: In making the video for STAR, you said that you wanted to acknowledge the “bravery and cruelty” of being an artist in the city, and the best and worst tropes about LA. What are those tropes to you? How do you avoid falling into the bad ones?

YA: The music industry is just inherently ugly. Money and fame can really skew people’s perspective and moral compass. Talent is only the tip of the iceberg if you want to be successful, especially if you didn’t grow up in this city. You have to be able to outwork everyone around you, be consistently putting out work, and be at the right place at the right time. It can be really soul crushing to work so hard and have to be okay with seeing no result and then do it again and again. But that’s just the name of the game and at the end of the day I am just grateful to even be pursuing my childhood dream.

HS: Is there anything that you hope listeners take away from the album?

YA: I just hope this album makes people feel seen, and like there is beauty intertwined in some of life’s most unattractive emotions.

You can listen to A Star in the Headlights by clicking here or searching wherever you stream music. And to get to know YOUR ANGEL, you can follow her on Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook.

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Truth Serum: Do you ever regret your life styles? (For all three)

The three friends exchanged glances for a moment, a series of emotions playing over their faces in rapid succession, as if it was a private conversation meant for them only. Inez is the first one to break the silence, laughing as she pushes her thick hair away from her face. “No, I cannot say I do—however shocked my poor mother and abuela might be to hear me say that. Given were I started from, I think I am doing rather well for myself—I have my own business now and I’m no longer at the beck and call of others. Also, I no longer have to endure unwanted advances simply because it is the Don’s son making them. If I don’t like how a man is behaving then,” she slapped her palms together for emphasis, “Pow—out the door!” “And if’n he won’t listen to her, I’m always happy to help.” Vin added with a quiet smile, leaning back in his seat until it balances on its back legs. Inez flashed a smile in the bounty hunter’s direction, giving Mary a spot she could slide in. “I cannot say I do either. Maybe I would be richer if I had returned to Pennsylvania after my husband died, and rejoined my family, but I dare say I would not be happier. Out here in the west, there is an energy and a passion that has faded from the east. That is why all of the innovators are coming this way—in a few decades, we will be rivaling the east in all ways imaginable….and even surpassing them on issues like rights for women! Wyoming Territory is already allowing women to vote, and they are trying to achieve the same in the Washington Territory!” Mary paused to catch her breathe before speeding along. “If I had returned East, I would be another woman sitting at home and trying to catch a husband. Out here, I can reach for a higher calling then just looking dainty—and I can raise my son at the same time! The Clarion is well-respected, and I am a respected editor. Not a respected woman editor, but a respected editor.” She emphasized the last word. “So no, I cannot say I regret my lifestyle for a moment.” “I reckon that just leaves me.” Vin commented as Mary’s speech drew to its triumphant close, “And I can’t say I regret mine either. It’s the only one I’ve ever known anyways so… what’s there to regret?” “Well… I think getting the bounty might be something worth regretting.” Inez sympathetically pointed out. Vin shrugged lightly, his hands never leaving his belt. “That is true…” he admitted, “But I’d still live pretty much the same way whether I was wanted or not. I’d just be free to go back into Texas again when my road turned that way instead’a having to cut off at the border. But a man can live with that… ain’t the end of the world.” He paused before adding somewhat shyly. “‘Sides, all in all, it’s a pretty good life. I got my horse, I got a decent wagon to sleep in, sunrises are real pretty on this side of the world, and there’s aways something new to ride towards or work on. What else could a feller want? Can’t take money and fancy houses or stuff with you when you go, so why waste time collecting it?” Setting his chair down on the floor with a thump, he ducks his head bashfully and goes to pull his hat into place. “I oughta be going…” Inez placed a hand on his arm to stall him. “Both of you should stay—I almost have dinner ready down in the kitchen.” Mary backed her friend up, intent on keeping the shy bounty hunter from running away after his speech. “And Inez lets Billy come in the back door so he can eat his supper in the kitchen… and I suppose we should be heading down there. I’m sure he’s outside waiting.” Inez made another gesture, seeming to sweep her friends up in it as she steers them toward the green curtain that separates the saloon from the backrooms. “Come on—there’s no point in hanging around here now that we’ve had that discussion, especially since the saloon will not be open for a bit yet.” A few minutes later the footsteps and voices disappear into the backrooms, leaving the saloon temporarily empty and quiet. In a few hours it will fill up again. For now, everything is settled and comfortably still.

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Part 1

AN: Part 1 of 3 for this Male Naga X Female Reader. I’m hoping to get better at writing short stories, but it’ll take some practice. I hope y’all enjoy!

Warning(s): N/A

You didn’t know why you decided to leave home but your mind was already made up and the U-Haul was already packed. There was no going back now. You didn’t want to be a big city nurse anymore, and you also didn’t want to move back to your hometown. So, this year you decided to move to New Mexico, specifically Peralta. A town of a little over three thousand people. The eastern half of town right on the border of the Isleta Pueblo Reservation, and the Rio Grande River to the west. You could even see the Manzano Mountain Range in the distance.

The drive to Peralta was taxing, but unbelievably beautiful. No wonder why New Mexico is called The Land of Enchantment. You made it to your new home in the middle of the day, and the sun was high above you. Of course you decided to move in the middle of summer, the dry heat smacking you in the face as you got out of the rental truck. You shielded your eyes from the sun as you stared at your new home.

The property was near the end of a dirt road, about a city block away from the local cemetery. But you didn’t mind, in fact it made the house even cheaper. You’d just have to remember to cleanse the house whenever you got a chance. The house was a simple one-story pueblo style house, the faux-adobe outside was an ivory color, and the windows were painted pear green. It lacked the wooden vigas, making it obvious that it wasn’t an actual pueblo home. The house was small, the yard was huge, it had a detached stainless-steel garage, and a dirt driveway. All surrounded by a chain link fence with a gate.

It didn’t take you long to unload the U-Haul, considering you sold most of your things before you moved. You lay your mattress on the bedroom floor and the majority of boxes stay in your living room. You look at the time on your phone, there was still two hours until the U-Haul’s scheduled return time. Un-packing wasn’t the first item on the agenda, some serious cleaning needed to be done before you thought about anything else.

Granted the house wasn’t in horrible shape, but it was obvious that it’s been a few months since anyone has lived in it. The air was stuffy, there was dust on everything, and there was dirt all over the floors. You search for your bag of cleaning supplies that you bought at a Wal-Mart in Albuquerque, well prepared to clean. With the house being so small, it didn’t take you long to clean, so you took your time admiring your new home. The house was made in the seventies, the Spanish-style linoleum tiles in the kitchen being the proof. Yet it didn’t look like it came out of a home magazine that your grandmother would've read. There were some obvious updates throughout the years. Thankfully central air was one of them.

You returned the U-Haul and the towing dolly on time, driving your car back home. You stopped at a Domino’s on the way home, not yet ready to try the local food. Unpacking was the only thing on your mind. And no surprise to you, it took all night. Packing wasn’t easy, because you had to take things from their place and sort them into boxes. Unpacking was another challenge, the amount of times you switched which cabinet your plates went in was frustrating. By two in the morning you had everything put away, there were sheets on your bed, and your eyelids were heavy.

~~***~~

It’s been a month since you’ve moved, and you’ve loved it more that you’d ever thought. Living in your one bedroom house was a dream compared to any other apartment you’ve had before. You’ve gotten over the linoleum in the kitchen, and you couldn’t even imagine the house without it. The yard was easy to maintain, considering it was primarily dirt. You didn’t see much of your neighbors but they were nice from what you could tell. And the quiet was refreshing.

You spent most of your days at work, a health center in the middle of the Isleta Pueblo Reservation. The work was tough, and didn’t pay much, but it was obvious that they needed you there. According to your co-workers everyone wanted to work in the big cities and that smaller health centers, especially ones for the native populations, were constantly understaffed. You became a licensed practical nurse because you wanted to help people, and working in an at risk community fulfilled that goal.

To say you were surprised when your co-worker invited you to her birthday party in Albuquerque was an understatement. Although you didn’t know her that well, you still went. You needed socialization outside of the workplace and the occasional video calls with your family back home. So, you put on your best outfit and did your best to look presentable. The night started off at a restaurant, the food was amazing, and the company was actually enjoyable. After dinner you all went to a bar, so far it was a typical birthday party for a bunch of girls in their twenties.

You stood against the wall, nursing a drink as everyone else in your group dance. Normally you weren’t such a party pooper, but these girls weren’t much of your crown. It was too early in the night to go home, and they all knew that you didn’t work tomorrow so you couldn’t use that excuse. Hence why you resorted to people watching. The bar was packed with humans and non-humans alike, all dancing with each other. There were already a few couples sharing face in the darker corners.

“You look bored,” a blunt voice shook you from your daze. You look to the side, noticing as a tall man slithered up to you. Not metaphorically. Your eyes instantly gravitated to his tail, the bulk of muscle trailing closely behind him as he moved. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pattern of his scales. The base was beige and was decorated in an assortment of splotches all in varying shades of brown, and at the very end of it all was a black rattle. He laughs at your reaction, “have you never seen a Naga before?”

“Not up close, there weren’t that many back home,” you flush a little as you are caught staring. Which wasn’t a lie, you didn’t see many growing up, nor did you encounter a lot at work either. A surprising statistic you’ve learned since you moved is that New Mexico has the highest population of Naga in the United States, with Texas as a close second. You have seen a few as you wandered around Peralta and the neighboring towns, but you have yet to talk to them.

“Oh, you’re from out of town. How exciting,” he smiles and extends a hand, “Santiago Rosales.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself. His smile grows and the rainbow lights from the dance floor reflect off his fangs. You couldn’t deny that he was an attractive man, tan skin, curly raven hair, a triangular face with a strong jawline, and golden serpentine eyes. You look back at the dance floor and notice one of your co-workers giving you a thumbs up. “So, not to sound cheesy… But why is a pretty chica like you, not out there?”

You flush a little at his definitely cheesy comment, “I’ve already done my socializing for the evening, but if I leave now I’ll never hear the end of it at work. What about you, why aren’t you out there?”

He motions to his tail, “I’m in no mood to get stomped on.”

“Oh… I didn’t even think of that. Does it happen often?”

“It happened a lot when I was a kid, but I was kinda a wimpy kid too,”

You raise a brow as you look at how snugly his button up fits to his arms and chest, “wimpy?”

“Hey I wasn’t always like this, I was a string bean growing up. It took years for this to happen,” he motions to himself proudly. You laugh and finish your drink, Santiago looks at the empty glass, “may I offer to buy you another drink?”

You contemplate it for a second then shake your head, “no thank you, I have to drive home tonight. And I don’t live in Albuquerque.”

“Is it too weird to ask where you live then?”

“Peralta,” you shrug.

“Really? My mom lives in Peralta… Maybe I’ll see you around?”

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And you did, the first time you saw Santiago was at the grocery store. You were trying to figure out what brand of refried beans to buy when he came down the aisle, slithering alongside an older Naga woman. He didn’t acknowledge you, which made you question whether he recognized you at all. The second time you saw him was at the post office, and he immediately smiled when he saw you. Your heart couldn’t help to flutter at the sight of him. The third time was at the bank, both of you waiting in line at the tellers.

The fourth time was when everything changed. You were standing in the bathroom aisle at Target in Albuquerque, looking through the wide array of shower curtain options. You heard your name being called and you looked up, expecting to see someone from work, possibly even a regular patient. But, instead your eyes were graced with the sight of a familiar Naga in a taut shirt and a leather jacket, “oh, hi Santiago.”

“Hola, looking for a shower curtain I see,” he smiles as he sidles up beside you.

You fluster a little, realizing you were still wearing your baggy maroon scrubs. “Indeed I am, it’s been two months and my house still looks like no one lives in there.”

He looks you up and down, his eyes stopping at the embroidered patch above your breast, “you work at Isleta Health Center?”

Your brows knit in confusion and you look down at the patch, resisting the urge to face palm, “yes, yes I do. Sorry, I just got off my shift and I kinda forgot I was still wearing this monstrosity.”

“You don’t look bad at all if I’m being honest…”

Damn he was slick, “it’s not the worst, but I hate how plain it is. I sold all my fun scrubs when I moved, so I’m stuck with the standard issues until I buy more.” He nods and looks at the shower curtains in your hands curiously. “So, what are you here for?”

"Uhh… Honestly I don't even know anymore. They didn't have what I needed, so I just started to aimlessly slither around the store. And then I found you."

"Aimlessly wandering around Target can be dangerous," you chuckle.

"I haven't learned my lesson apparently," he gives you a lopsided smile, "last time it happened I came home with a pillow that had some motivational quote.”

“Yikes,” you laugh and put one of the curtains back onto it’s metal hook.

“Yikes indeed,” he crosses his arms over his chest as he looks at the options before him. “So, do you have any style in mind.”

“Santiago, you don’t need to help me.”

“I fear if I don’t help you, you’ll be stuck in the store until it closes,” he teases with a wink.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, “alright fine. My house is pueblo style, built in the seventies. The bathroom was recently remodeled before they sold it, so the walls are plain, it has normal wood, and laminate tiles that look like travertine. It’s very boring.”

“So you need something to spice it up?”

“Exactly,” you pick up a geometric patterned one, looking at the picture on the cardboard.

Santiago shakes his head, "nope", he takes it out of your hand and puts it back. You look at him dumbfounded by how brash he was. He puts another one in your hands, “this one looks like you.”

You look down at the curtains, it was a simple floral. But with the way the bright flowers were stylized like they were from an Alfredo Ramos Martinez painting. “This is cute.”

“You look like a floral person.”

“How does one look like a floral person, without being an actual nymph?” He shrugs and you simply roll your eyes, “you’re lucky I tolerate you.”

He winces, “just tolerate?”

“Well, I don’t know you that well…”

“Then let's get to know each other,” his posture straightens. “Why don’t we go out for a coffee someday, as a date?” You must’ve stared at him like he grew another head because he immediately fell back on his statement, “or not a date?”

“No… A date is fine.”

“Is it?”

“Definitely.”

“Then why are you still looking at me like that?”

Your face instantly turns a scarlet color, “I… It's been awhile since I’ve been on a date. So, the fact that you are asking me on a date, in a Target, is mind boggling.”

“Do you want me to ask you outside the Target?”

“That’s not the point,” you sigh, trying to steady your breathing. “So, a date?”

Santiago smirks, “give me your phone.” You scowl and he shrinks at your stern gaze, “por favor?” Reluctantly you unlock and hand him your phone, watching as he makes himself a contact. “Text me when you get home, I should have a fantastic plan by then.”

“No coffee?”

“Nope, you deserve more than a coffee.” You flush again as he smiles victoriously, “I’ll let you get back to shopping so you can get home at a decent hour. Talk to you soon, cariño.” You watch as he slithers out of the aisle with a wave over his shoulder. You can’t help but stare, looking at the end of the aisle then back at the curtains in your hand. For some reason, the bright flowers just felt right. So, you put the package into your basket and head off to find the next item on your list. And you couldn’t wait until you got home.

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Seven Stages (Pt. 1) — Five Hargreeves x fem! reader

Summery: Reader is a Commission runaway living in Texas, and how their world spins crazy again when they meet an old friend.

tw: Swearing, season 2 spoilers

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The sound of a car made me on edge. Not a lot of cars pass by since I live a bit away from the city. My paranoia didn’t cease when I heard the person turn the engine off. Clearly someone was here for me, and I’m not gonna just sit around and let them kill me. Why was I so paranoid? Well I’m ex commission. I left on some not so nice terms and I was currently hiding out in the year 1963 outside of Dallas Texas.

Footsteps approached the front door and I went to hide in a closet. I held onto my trusty pistol as I listened intently. Footsteps walked around my small house and I became confused. There was no sound of the door opening or breaking, so how did they get in...unless. No way. That old man definitely wasn’t here. Could he be?

I haven’t seen Five since I left! I don’t think he’d want to visit me anyways, he was going to save the world in 2019 and live the rest of his life. Plus how did he find me? I thought I did a good job at hiding.

The closet door swung open and as a reflex I threw a punch. Yet the person grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back effectively pinning me. I looked over my shoulder and low and behold it’s...a 16 year old boy? I went to elbow him in the stomach with my free arm but he seemed to know my fighting style and dodged it. He let out a chuckle and before we could continue he started talking.

“(Y/n), I’m surprised to see you here,” He spoke out. This guy seemed oddly familiar. It also didn’t make sense that if he was working for the commission that he would be surprised to see me.

“Who do you work for,” I finally managed to speak out still confused about the entire situation.

“Can’t even remember your old partner?” He asked raising an eyebrow and smirking.

My eyes widened and I immediately felt myself relax, “Five?” He rolled his eyes and looked around.

“Shitty place,” Five commented making me roll my eyes. Same old Five.

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I decided to help Five save the world. Which he and his siblings brought back with them. I mean why should I sit around and wait for the world to end if I can do something about it?

It was also surreal being around Five. It was weird that we were around the same age. Seeing someone as an old man then suddenly them as a teen was hard to process. Yet I got over it due to the fact that working at the commission threw some weird things at you.

So far, Five and I have just been trying to get all his siblings back together which was incredibly hard, but we managed. The plan now was to get a case and have the Hargreeves go back to their original time. In order to do that...we’d have to meet up with his past self.

“Well, there I am,” Five mumbled to Luther and I as we entered the pub. We peaked around a support beam as we gazed upon the younger/older Five that was seated, his case tucked in front of his feet.

“Why don’t we grab the briefcase and run?” Luther asked like it was the easiest task in the world.

I rolled my eyes and replied, “That’s near impossible. We’re trained to guard these briefcases with our lives.”

“Right,” Luther nodded.

“Plus, it’s the inherit paradox where this gets tricky,” Five added on. “I’m endangering my existence being in the room as myself.” I let out a sigh. I offered that I could talk to his younger self alone but Five was having none of it.

“Huh?” Luther questioned. “What do you mean?”

“Luther,” I glared. “Try to keep up.”

“If old me doesn’t try to go back to 2019 like he’s supposed to,” Five started to explain. “The whole thing unravels itself. I cease to exist. You got me?”

“I get you,” Luther agreed.

“Our best chance is to talk to him,” I concluded. “Reason with him.”

“He’ll understand,” Five agreed with me. “Trust me.”

“I know him better than he knows himself,” I snorted out, covering my face slightly. Five rolled his eyes and Luther looked between us slightly confused.

Five itched his neck and Luther’s eyes widened. “You itched your neck,” He pointed out. “That’s stage two of paradox psychosis.”

“I did not,” Five denied and at that point, I know we are in for a long ride. “I didn’t itch my neck.”

“Denial is stage one,” I pointed out with a sing song voice and a smirk making him glare at me.

“I am fine, okay?” Five scowled at us. “Let’s stay on task shall we?”

Five started to walk forward but Luther stopped him, “Wait.”

“What?”

“Maybe I should go first,” Luther said.

“Why?” Five asked, actually confused.

“We’ll you’ll freak him out,” Luther pointed out. “And she’ll scare him.” He had a point.

“Bumping into his little doppelganger will make him lose his shit,” I pointed out. “And he might think I’m coming to kill him, due to the fact that he is also experiencing paradox psychosis.”

“Let me break the ice,” Luther ended. Once in his life, he actually came up with a smart idea.

Five nodded and glanced around him, “Okay.” He took in a deep breath and so did Luther.

As Luther walked away I whispered to Five, ”You should order some water. Don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

“I’m fine,” He whispered back.

Luther and younger Five spoke a bit before Five and I revealed ourselves.

“Hey there stranger,” I joked with a smile and a wave. I almost laughed as he looked like he was about to shit his pants. We got a table and we all sat down awkwardly.

“Well...” Luther broke the silence. “This is nice, isn’t it? The four of us together like this.”

“No,” Both Fives said at the same time and I laughed a bit. Might as well enjoy the show.

“Somebody explain to me, how it is that I’m having a pint of Guinness with my younger self,” Old man Five said.

“Older, actually,” I pipped in as he eyed me wearily. “14 days older.”

“And why are you here (y/n)?” He asked. “Last I checked you ran away.” “Yeah, but you see Five here found me again and I’m helping him out,” I explained patting the Five that looked 16 on the shoulder.

“How’s that possible?” Older looking Five continued to ask.

“I can explain,” The other one said. He then went on the explain how everything happened and what the older looking Five is about to do. Then he presents an offer that would be beneficial to both sides...but damn that paradox psychosis. Older looking Five leaves to use the bathroom, Luther following shortly after.

“There going to plan against me,” Five grumbled leaning back in his seat. I grabbed a napkin and wiped away as much sweat as I could. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I hummed patting his cheek making him swat my hand away.

“You going to help him?” Five asked looking at me with shifty eyes.

“No,” I replied leaning back in my chair as well. “I just find this whole situation entertaining.”

“I’m glad my possible death is entertaining you,” Five said sarcastically making me laugh a bit. Man was I enjoying this.

“I won’t let anything happen to you Five,” I replied with a smile. “Two highly trained assassins against one, pretty good odds if you ask me.”

“Two assassins against an assassin and an ape, not good odds,” Five retorted with a pointed look. Okay good point. We stayed silent until the two came back.

“We good?” Five asked.

“We’re good,” The older looking Five agreed. “You’ve got a deal.”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Dean Winchester x reader

Requested by anon // Summary: You’re Dean’s best friend and he kicks you out after you messed up during a hunt. You two end up working the same hunt a year later.

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“You fucked up, y/n!” Dean angrily yells when the three of you arrive back at the bunker. The three of you had just made it back from a hunt. Well, the hunt went south and somehow Sam was thrown into another dimension. You two managed to of course get him back but Dean wasn’t letting you live it down, blaming you for the screw up.

“Dean, I wasn’t the only one on the hunt! You can’t pin this all on me.” You argue back, tossing your duffel full of weapons on the table.

“I already lost him once, y/n. I just got him back and of course the first hunt, you manage to get him thrown in another dimension!”

“Dean, calm down. I was fine.” Sam tries to reason, but Dean shoots him a glare and Sam holds his hands up in defense.

“I said I was sorry, Dean. We’re all safe. We’re all okay.” You turn around to face him, his body towering over yours.

“This can’t happen again.” Dean shakes his head, “I won’t let it happen again.” His voice lowers as he says, “Get out.”

“Get out?” You tilt your head at him, seeing if you really heard him correctly.

“Yes. Get the hell out.” He points to the door, “I’m kicking you out and off this team. You’ve fucked up too many times and I’m not losing Sam over it.”

Your eyes go wide at him, “Dean, you can’t-“

“Dean come on-“ Both you and Sam start but Dean’s booming voice is heard again, “You heard me, get the hell out!” He points to the door once more, “Pack your shit, get out and stay away from us. Me and Sammy are better as a team. We don’t need you.”

Tears prick your eyes as you stare up at your once best friend. You two, well, three, had been through hell and back, literally a few times. They’d brought you onto the team back when the gate to hell had been opened, seeking extra help. They taught you everything you needed to know about fighting the supernatural and now one screw up has cost you your friendship with both of them? There had been plenty of times the boys fucked up on a hunt and you’d saved their asses, but one screw up and you’re out? Did your friendship not mean anything?

You didn’t say a word but stormed off toward your room, grabbing everything you can and throwing it in multiple suitcases. Tears continued to fall as you packed your things. It hurt more coming from Dean, because not only was he your best friend, but you’d come to new feelings for him, hoping to act on those feelings. Seems like that would never happen though.

When you walked out of the room with your packed bags, you can hear Sam and Dean arguing in Dean’s room. You don’t even bother with a goodbye and walk out of the bunker and out of the Winchester’s lives.

“Dean, I know you’re pissed, but come on man. You can’t kick her out. I mean it’s one mess up. We’ve had plenty and she’s saved our asses.” Sam reasons, “She’s helped us through a lot. Including you.”

Dean runs a hand over his hair, “I almost lost you Sammy.”

“That wasn’t her fault though, Dean. Shit happens. Wrong place wrong time. You can’t put that all on her.”

“Shit.” Dean curses, realization hitting him. “Y/n!” He throws open the door and walks across the hall to your bedroom, the door wide open. “Y/n?” He looks around the room, but it’s empty. You’re gone.

“What have I done?” He whispers to himself.

~ 1 Year Later ~

He’d tried contacting you, but it was no use. You changed your number multiple times. When he’d get word on your whereabouts, you’d already left by the time he’d arrived. There was word of another demon lingering, so Sam and Dean headed that way. When they arrived at the home, there was a woman standing outside, talking with the homeowner.

“That looks a lot..” Sam begins.

“Like y/n.” Dean finishes, watching you from the driver side of baby. You’d changed your hair and it looked like you’d added more muscle to your body. You’d beat them to the case and was already speaking to the homeowner about the disappearance of her husband and weird things happening around the neighborhood.

Dean’s phone rang, startling both Sam and Dean. Dean reaches beside him and answers the phone, but when he looks back up at the house, you’re gone.

“Where the hell..” Dean looks around once more, Sam doing the same.

You slam your hands on the driver’s side door, scaring the shit out of both dean and sam, “Case is mine boys.”

“Jeez, y/n!” Dean breaths out, putting a hand on his heart, “I always hated how you could sneak up on us.”

You roll your eyes, eye level with them at the window, “I told you this case is mine. Get lost.”

“We heard it was a demon.” Sam says.

“Yeah, it is. And I’ve got it handled. So you two can leave me be and let me do my job.”

“Y/n, you can’t handle a demon on your own. Sam and I will help.” Dean says.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head, “Fuck you Winchester. Remember that case of demons down in Texas a while back? Yeah, I handled it on my own. I can handle this one, thank you very much.”

Dean frowns, “Wait, that was you?”

“There were at least 5 demons in the area, you took them on by yourself?” Sam asks in shock.

“Yeah, I did. Now, please, let me do my job?” You stand back up, straightening out your skirt.

“You changed your hair.” Dean comments, glancing you up and down.

“Changed a lot about me after you kicked me out.” You slip a pair of sunglasses on, “Bye boys.” You give a small wave before you walk away from the impala, heading toward your car. Your heels clicking against the pavement and hips swaying side to side.

It turns out the demon was not one but had 8 other friends with him. You’d managed to trap 2 of them, but the other 6 were trying to take you out. It was a job way over your head. You didn’t see the demon behind you as your mind was on the one in front of you and it sent its hand through your side. You cried out in pain, swinging your arm around and sending the knife into its shoulder, killing it instantly. Holding a hand to your side, you were now left with only one fighting arm.

Another demon surprised you, but a gunshot rang out and the demon disappeared. You turned to find Dean and Sam at the door, “You boys never were good listeners.” You wince in pain as you take a step toward them.

“It’s a good thing we didn’t.” Dean motions to your wound, “Let’s get you out of here.” He begins to put his arm around you, but you push him off.

“I can handle myself, Winchester.” You huff.

Sam stands next to the two demons in the trap and begins the exorcism. You close your eyes as the pain increases, “Shit!” You take a deep breath and begin feeling lightheaded. You look up at Dean’s worried eyes and that’s when you feel yourself slip into the darkness.

Dean didn’t like the idea about you taking on the demon by yourself, but he knew you could handle it. However, when Sam and Dean found out it was more than one they rushed over, hoping to catch you before you went inside, but they were already too late.

“y/n!” He caught you just in time when he saw your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Sammy!” He picked you up bridal style, “Shit, y/n. come on stay with me.”

Sam finished what he was doing and then followed Sam out to the impala, opening the door so Dean could lay you in the back.

“She’s losing a lot of blood.” Sam comments, seeing your state.

“You don’t think I know that, Sam?!” He tosses the keys to Sam before climbing in the back of the impala, “Get to the hospital.” He pulls a shirt from their bag and holds it to your wound, “Stay with me.. please.” He runs his finger along your cheek.

Dean paces the hospital room as you lay in the bed, still asleep. You’d been taken into surgery to fix the wound and still hadn’t woken up.

“Why isn’t she waking up, Sammy?” Dean asks, stopping at the edge of your bed and looking at your body lying there in the bed.

Sam puts a comforting hand on Dean’s shoulder, giving a small squeeze, “It’ll take time. She lost a lot of blood.”

“I was so mean to her.. I mean I kicked her out, Sam because I let my anger get the best of me.” He turns to face his brother, “I didn’t even get a chance to apologize to her and explain myself or tell her how I really feel.”

Your eyes flutter open and fall on the two boys standing at the edge of the bed.

“It looks like the world is giving you a second chance.” Sam says, “You can finally tell her how you feel.”

“yeah that I’ve been in love with her for years but was too chicken to say anything?” He mutters, “I was an idiot and by the time I realized what I did she was already gone.”

“You’re right about you being an idiot.” You whisper, voice hoarse.

The two boys spin around to face you. “You’re awake..” Dean rounds the hospital bed and grabs the cup of water on the bedside table, holding the straw to your lips.

“Thank you.” You say, taking a sip of the water.

Dean slowly sits down in the chair and Sam motions to the door, “I’m going to.. uh step outside.”

“I was so worried.” Dean says, putting your water back on the table.

You hum and fix yourself in the bed, getting comfortable, “Why? Cause you would regret being an asshole to me the rest of your life if I died?”

Dean lets his shoulders fall, “I’m so sorry..”

“I’ve let it go, moved on.”

“Well, I haven’t. I lost my best friend that day because I was an asshat and couldn’t admit that I was the one in the wrong, not you.”

You lean your head back against the pillow, “You going to admit you were a chicken for not telling me how you really feel?”

“Shit. You heard that?”

You laugh a little, but quickly stop, wincing, “Yeah. I did.”

He groans, “Well, I guess I should finally admit it huh?”

You nod, “Especially since I still feel the same way.”

His head shoots up to look at you, “What? You do?”

“Well, yeah..”

“Can I please kiss you then?” He moves closer to you, hand on your cheek.

“Admit you’re a chicken for not admitting your feelings first.” You giggle softly.

He chuckles, “Fine. I was a big asshole and chicken for not telling you how I really felt about you.”

You smile victoriously, “Now you may kiss me.”

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, “I love you y/n”

“I love you too.”

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years

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Happiness Begins

Part 25

Chapter Summary: The reader finds herself dragged to a charity event by her big brother. What will she do when she finds out what he really has planned for her?

Word Count: 4.6K+

Warnings: Language, angst

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Jared had insisted that Y/n ride with him and Gen to the fundraiser he had begged that she go to in the first place. He knew her too well, after all. If Y/n didn’t want to go somewhere, she was exceptionally good at getting out of it. But their sharing of a ride to the event left her without a number of excuses. So she bit the bullet and just accepted her fate. After all it was for a good cause, and she was authorized to make a donation on behalf of Et Cetera.

Y/n followed behind her brother and his wife into the event, the two of them practically skipping, their fingers entwined between them. The sight made her both smile and her stomach turn.

Out Youth Austin had organized this little shindig at the country club that Jared frequented in town. It was the perfect sunny afternoon for a party. Y/n laughed to herself as she took in the image in front of her. It reminded her too much of the final scene from Step Brothers, well, minus the ocean in the background and the giant ice sculpture of a helicopter.

The place was bustling, there was a live band playing some song she didn’t recognize, but they had a certain aura about them that was infectious. The charity had also decided on a fully catered Texas style barbeque, complete with lots of alcohol. Y/n mumbled a silent ‘thank you’ to whatever was listening as she spotted the bar. Silently she slipped away from her brother and towards the bar, looking for something cold and fruity to keep her sated.

Jared noticed her absence almost instantly, taking the opportunity of her departure to initiate his plan. Well technically, her spotting the bar was step one of his plan, which she had fallen for hook line and sinker. Genevieve stood begrudgingly by his side, also in on said plan, no matter how much she truly hated it. The things we do for love...

“She’s going to kill you when she finds out, you know that?” Gen whispered to her husband as he was bent over the sign-in table.

“I can handle myself. Besides, I’m sure she’ll thank me later.”

“You have a lot of confidence in that. I hope you are right.” Gen mumbled. Jared made a face at his wife as if to say ‘trust me’. He knew full well how badly this could go, but he also understood how good it could all work out. Things were still tense between himself and his baby sister and at this point he could lose her either way. He at least had to try this.

Once they had signed themselves and Y/n in, they went to find her with their seating assignment. She was reluctant to go too far from the bar, earning a sour look from Jared. Like a scolded child, she followed him to their table, a small frown on her face.

Once she knew where she was to eat dinner, she left them again to network. Jared and Gen were quick though to follow her into the crowd. They stuck to her like glue the whole time, unwilling to let her out their sight. After all, she didn’t want to be here in the first place, making her a flight risk in Jared’s eyes. And he couldn’t exactly lose her if he wanted this to work. He also was there to steer her in the right direction. After all he couldn’t risk her seeing something she shouldn’t and ruining everything.

Y/n, on the other hand, couldn’t understand her family’s odd behavior. Everytime she turned around, there were Jared and Gen. It didn’t matter where she went or who she was talking to, they were always a step behind her, making the young woman uneasy. Y/n chose to brush off their peculiar actions, chalking it up to Jared’s lack of trust in her.

The dinner was served about an hour after the three of them had arrived at the venue. The food that was served was like nothing she had ever tasted before. It gave a true definition to southern style cooking. Y/n made a mental note to get the caterer’s information from whomever she could pry it from.

Y/n quirked her head up as the music died down from the stage and the audience was applauding. A spritely woman, who Y/n deemed to only be a few years older than herself, bounced onto the stage, taking the mic from the lead singer, “Desert is about to be served, we hope you all enjoy it as it was made right here in Austin. We have about thirty minutes until the auction starts, so get your wallets out and ready.” The organizer rushed off the stage just as quick as she came to a hoopa from the crowd. Y/n turned back to her brother, her brow scrunched together on her forehead.

“You didn’t say there would be an auction.” She noted, confusion written on her features. Gen suddenly became very interested in the ice cream now being placed in front of her as Y/n spoke. Y/n picked up on the way the woman averted her eyes, not daring to look up at her sister in law.

“I didn’t? I could have sworn I did...” Jared’s voice was high as he played her comment off.

Y/n hummed, annoyance now bubbling up in her chest. “No, you didn’t.” Her tone was firm with her resolution. “Jared, what are they auctioning off?” She had to ask the question even though, based on her family's sudden change in demeanor, she was afraid she didn’t truly want to know the answer.

“Oh, you know, just the usual.”

“Jared.” Y/n set her lips in a tight line as she glared at her brother. He was up to something, and she knew it was going to piss her off.

“They are auctioning off dates with local eligible bachelorettes.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. A huff of air left her lips as the realization dawned on her. Y/n closed her eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t…”

“I did.”

“Jared! You signed me up to be auctioned off like some cattle to a strange old rich guy? I can’t believe you!” Y/n threw her napkin on the table and moved to leave. Jared grabbed her arm, an action that only sent more fire through her veins. She tugged her arm from his grasp. “Don’t.”

“Y/n.” Jared’s voice was soft as he attempted to not draw more attention to themselves than had already been drawn. “It’s for a good cause. Please? Who knows, maybe this could be exactly what you need.”

Y/n stared at him, incredulous. His words didn’t make any sense to her. Jared said ‘this could be exactly what she needed’? What does that even mean?

“You can’t back out now, they already have your name. Think about how that would look.” Jared raised his eyebrows at her and she could only clench her jaw. He was right, and that only pissed her off. He was smarter than she cared to admit.

“I hate you for doing this to me.” Y/n growled as she sat back down in her seat. Jared smiled, the action quickly faltering when he realized she would not be smiling back at him.

The sun was just beginning to fall towards the horizon as the auction started. Jared explained that Y/n was to stay in her seat until they introduced her, then she would head up on stage. The whole notion of selling dates with women churned at her gut, causing her to leave her desert untouched.

As much as she hated the idea, she was in this now. There was no way she could go back without making herself and the charity look like fools, and she hated that Jared knew that too. The only saving grace that was helping her hold back the bile in her throat was that she knew it was all for charity.

She did a quick check of her makeup as woman after woman was sold to the highest bidder. One more girl was sent off to her fate, when the announcer introduced Y/n as the next prize. She made her way to the stage, her head held high and a polite smile on her face.

“Miss Padalecki is a seasoned and truly talented makeup artist. She studied at E.I. School of Professional Makeup in Hollywood and has worked on multiple television shows, including the one in which her dear older brother, Jared Padalecki, stars; Supernatural. This beautiful woman also owns her own makeup line headquartered right here in Austin; Et Cetera. Shall we start the bidding at one thousand dollars?” Multiple hands went up before she could get the words out, much to Y/n’s surprise. The number jumped to five thousand dollars before she even had a chance to blink.

“Ten thousand.” A hand in the far corner went up and her eyes immediately snapped towards the voice. Y/n would recognize that voice anywhere and her suspicion was confirmed when she locked eyes with those familiar golden green orbs. Her breath caught in her throat as she finally understood what Jared had been talking about. He had set this all up, reasons for which she didn’t understand. Last she knew, the two of them hadn’t even been on talking terms. What had she missed?

A few more people out bid Jensen, and she wasn’t sure if she was relieved about that or not. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she should be relieved. But Jensen, the stubborn ass he was, wasn’t letting her go that easily, coming back with a counter offer of a good three grand over the last one. He was dead set on making sure he won this one.

“Eighteen thousand.” Some guy called from a table in the front, but she didn’t even glance his way. The steady drumming in her chest began to pick up pace, threatening to burst from her chest as she waited with bated breath, her eyes never leaving Jensen.

“Twenty five thousand.” Y/n scoffed, if he won this thing she was going to punch him for spending this kind of money on her, especially when he could have just called her. It was a stupid, ostentatious gesture, but that being said, she couldn’t deny the butterflies it had awoken in her gut.

“Do I hear twenty six?” The auctioneer called out. It was quiet. “Going once,” Still silence. “Twice… Sold to paddle 853. Thank you so much for your generous donation.” Y/n let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. A hand found her elbow and began to guide the stunned woman off the stage.

Her body was shaking as she fought her conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was relieved that she wasn’t stuck with an awkward night with a stranger, but on the hand, she was pissed at Jensen and her brother for setting her up. Jared met her stare across the tables and she glared before stomping off across the golf course to get her some space to think.

Her heels were just hitting the pavement of the far side of the parking lot when she heard someone calling her name behind her. She didn’t want to turn just yet to face the man she knew had chased after her, but she had nowhere else to go.

“Y/n, wait!” Jensen tried again as the woman spun on her heel to face him, the confusion evident even behind the anger in her eyes. “Listen, I know you’re mad-”

“Damn right I’m mad! You two had no right to do this. If you wanted to talk to me, you could have just picked up the phone. Why go through all this?” She seethed.

“Would you have answered if I called?” He asked her, his head tilting even though he already knew the answer.

“That’s not the point.” She mumbled. Though honestly, she couldn’t answer him as to whether or not she would have answered. Right now she wanted nothing more than to say no, just to pour salt in his wounds, but she couldn’t do that.

“It’s exactly the point, Y/n/n.” Jensen’s voice dropped as he made his point. “If it helps, it was all Jared’s idea.” Jensen tried to ease the tension with a small smile and she hated how her body instinctively reacted to it with a smile of its own. She quickly composed her face as soon as she realized her slip.

“I think that makes you feel better, not me.” She answered honestly.

“You’re probably right.” Jensen let his shoulders fall as he looked at her. Y/n looked just as stunning as he remembered, if not more so. That fact only had his heart clenching in his chest, the evidence of his mistakes standing in front of him. As he admired her tanned skin where it showed dark in contrast against her yellow dress, the way her hair fell in waves framing all the high points in her face, and even the tension in her jaw as she fought herself to let him see her smile, all the reasons for his past choices seemed irrelevant. This woman standing in front of him had his whole heart. He understood that now. There was no one else that he would ever love more than her.

“I know I may not be your favorite person right now, but I won’t take back what we did. All I’m asking is that you listen to what I have to say.”

Y/n chewed on the inside of her lip as she eyed the man in front of her. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, his features pulled down as he pleaded with her. And no matter how much she wanted to tell him to fuck off, she couldn’t. All she could do was nod.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, six o’clock?” Jensen offered.

“Six o’clock.” Y/n confirmed before turning away and leaving him at the edge of the parking lot.

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Y/n stared at her open closet, contemplating how she should dress for this. Honestly, she knew full well she was overthinking all of it. It didn’t matter what she wore, but she also knew that it was just her anxiety’s way of diverting from the real problems raging in her head.

Eventually she just landed on a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. She paired it with her favorite sneakers. In the end, she decided she just wanted to be comfortable.

Y/n was making sure she had what she needed in her purse when there was a soft knock on her door.

Taking a deep breath, she went to the light wooden door and pulled it open. Jensen had a soft smile on his face as he came into view. He was sporting a pair of dark wash jeans, paired with a soft looking tee. It seemed he went just as casual as she had, topping off his look with a pair of converse.

“You look beautiful.” He noted as his eyes racked up her figure. Heat flooded her cheeks under his intense gaze.

Y/n cleared her throat, not wanting to dwell on his compliment. “Shall we go?” Jensen stepped back, signalling for her to exit. Y/n locked up behind herself and headed down the stairs outside her door that lead to the parking lot.

Once they were pulling out of the lot, Y/n could feel his gaze on her from the driver's seat. It made her uncomfortable and hot all at the same time. “Mind paying attention to the road, you aren’t fake driving here.” She turned to him just as he snapped his head back to the road.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel weird.”

“It’s okay. Truly this whole thing is weird.” Y/n admitted, her voice low.

“I’m sorry.” Jensen repeated himself. Y/n rolled her eyes at that, it grated on her nerves more than it should have.

“Jensen, you’ve got to stop saying ‘I’m sorry’. It won’t make a difference.” What she wanted to say was it wouldn’t make a difference because she had already forgiven him. What she wanted to say was he was wasting his breath. But she didn’t, just because she forgave him didn’t mean that everything was rainbows and butterflies. Jensen still owed her an explanation. And besides, it was fun to watch him squirm a little. Her comment had officially shut him up, for now. She could see where his jaw was clenched as he kept his eyes fixed directly ahead. It almost made her feel guilty… almost.

Jensen pulled off towards McKinney Falls State Park, parking in a secluded spot under a tree. He hopped out of the car without a word. She watched him as he walked around the car and opened her door for her, offering her his hands as she stepped out. With a silent ‘thank you’ he let go of her hand and went to his trunk. Y/n couldn’t help her curiosity, only to have it satiated as he pulled out a small cooler and a rolled up blanket.

“A picnic?” It was hard for her to hide the upturn of her lips.

“Yeah, last I remember you liked my cooking. And I thought you would feel more comfortable away from my place.” Y/n cast her eyes away from him. It was a sweet gesture, and she had to fight the tears stinging in her eyes. Sometimes she really hated how easily she cried.

“Lead the way.” Jensen moved past her into the relatively empty park. The whole place was huge, leaving plenty of space for people to spread out. They were walking for she didn’t even know how long, when he finally picked a spot under a large oak tree near the water. Jensen tossed the blanket out for them to take a seat on and placed the cooler in the center.

“Come on.” He urged her to follow his lead as he sprawled out on the blanket. The grown man looked hilarious as he tried to find a comfortable position. Y/n crossed her legs and sat up straight across from him, waiting intently for him to start unpacking whatever it was that he had. “I didn’t think this through.” He admitted as he continued to shuffle around.

“Just lean back against the tree.” She gestured to him and took it upon herself to pull items from his cooler. She started with the two bottles of sweet tea, then a tupperware container filled with what looked like coleslaw, followed by two bags of chips and some sandwiches. Y/n handed off Jensen his share then grabbed the forks and moved to sit next to him, her back resting against the tree. She set the container of coleslaw between them and handed Jensen a fork before turning her attention to the sandwich. Y/n took a bite, her taste buds exploding with flavor with one bite.

“Holy,” She mumbled around a mouthful of food.

“Yeah?” Y/n nodded, she could never deny his cooking abilities, especially considering this was one of the best sandwiches she’s ever had. How the hell does he do that? “You should try the coleslaw, it’s grandma Ackles’ secret recipe.”

Y/n covered her mouth as she swallowed her bite. “Okay.” she agreed. Jensen filled the fork with the dish and held it out for her to eat. Her mouth closed around the utensil, her lips pulling all of the tangy salad into her mouth. Jensen had to bite back his groan as he watched her movement, followed by her eyes rolling up in her head. After all this time, she still had that effect on him, and he knew she always would.

“Good?” The tip of Jensen’s tongue was peaking out of the corner of his mouth as he waited.

“That’s amazing, like really amazing. What does she put in that?” Y/n hummed.

“Sorry, I promised her I would take her secret to the grave.”

“Your grandma Ackles was a very mean woman.” Jensen laughed as a pout formed on Y/n’s features. He had to avert his attention elsewhere. Y/n could have gotten him to do anything she wanted with that pout. It was unfair, really.

“She actually kind of was.” Jensen mused, remembering the strict yet loving woman.

The two of them continued their picnic in relative silence. Everything Jensen had put together was beyond delicious. It amazed Y/n how he could make something so simple taste so delicious. But she never doubted the man, after all he was annoyingly good at everything.

Once the food began to dry up, they both knew that they were just postponing the inevitable. For once, Y/n found the courage to just bite the bullet. “Well, you have me here. I’m listening.”

“Okay...” Jensen sucked in a breath as he brushed the chip crumbs from his fingers. “Gotta be honest, I’m not exactly sure where to start. I’ve gone over what I would say in this moment since you left Vancouver, but nothing ever quite came out right.” His hands rubbed up and down his jean clad thighs, one of the other nervous habits that Y/n had quickly picked up on from him. He cast his glance down for a moment, before looking back at her. Her eyebrows were perked up on her forehead as she waited in silence.

“Jared and I have talked. We’ve actually been talking for a couple weeks.”

“I’m glad.” And she was glad for the both of them. They were important to each other and they deserved to be in each other’s lives. As much as she hated how much their mistakes broke her relationship with her brother, she also hated what it did to Jensen and Jared’s relationship.

“He actually came to me and we hashed out our differences. I mean we aren’t where we used to be but I think with time we will get there. He told me you guys are talking again too.”

“Yeah, well it’s debatable how long it will last this time.” Y/n grumbled. She was still pissed at him for lying to her and she felt like being dramatic about it for a while.

“Y/n/n, we messed up, I messed up. We went about this all the wrong way. But I don’t take back leaving you, because it did give you a chance to make up with your brother, and that’s all I ever wanted, your happiness.” Jensen admitted.

Y/n pursed her lips, pushing down the fight building in her chest. “So why are we here then?”

“Because you’re not happy Y/n.”

“And you know that how?” She pushed back.

“Jared told me you are thinking about selling Et Cetera.”

“So that means I’m unhappy?”

“Yeah, it does. I know you better thank you want to believe. Selling the most cherished thing to you and moving across the country away from everyone and everything that you love is not like you. The woman I fell in love with fights for what she believes in, for what she wants. And I can’t let you go without telling you it’s a mistake.”

“All of this is just you telling me what is best for me again. I don’t see how it’s any different than the last fight we had.”

“It’s different because you know it too. You’re running, and don’t try to lie to me. I know this is about me.”

“So what if it is? I reserve the right to make my own life decisions.”

“You’re absolutely right, you do. But I can’t let you do that without knowing all the facts. Y/n, I love you, and selfishly I don’t want you to go. Walking out that door in Vancouver left this emptiness in my chest that’s suffocating me. Everyday I wake up wondering how you are doing, and if you are okay. You’re the first person I wanted to call when my manager set up this big audition for me, and you were the first person I wanted to call when I didn’t get the part.” Jensen let out a huff, composing himself before continuing. “I just couldn’t let you go without knowing that.”

Y/n was at a loss for words, for the first time in a long time. That was quite the admission, and what was one to say to that? “What about Danneel?” It was the only thing she could come up with in the moment, her words startling even her.

Jensen smiled. “I was hurting and needed a friend to talk to. I was looking for advice on how to get myself out of this funk. Danneel knows me just as good as anyone.”

“What did she tell you to do?”

“She said that if I love you, and you love me then we would find our way back to each other, even if I had to go and get you.”

“So this is you just coming to get me then.” Y/m mused to herself, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “What if I don’t love you?”

“Then I’ll walk away, and you can go to New York and be a big successful business woman that lives out all her dreams. But only if that’s what you truly want.” He paused and shifted himself towards her more. “Is that what you want?”

Y/n swallowed, the motion getting stuck in her throat. “No, I want you. It’s always been you.”

“Then please don’t do this. Stay here and build your business big enough to scare that other company into bankruptcy.” Jensen pleaded with her. Y/n shook her head, chuckling. She knew it would come to this at some point.

“Jay, I already turned them down. You are right, I couldn’t leave my family behind, and I couldn’t leave you.”

“How long were you going to listen to me rant for?” His voice rose an octave, his thousand watt smile returning to his face.

“You were on a roll,” she shrugged. “Besides, you said all I had to do was listen.” Y/n failed miserably to hide the smile on her face. Jensen shoved at her shoulder, sending both of them into a fit of laughter.

As he got back his senses, a warm smile spread across Jensen’s face. There was one last thing they needed to clear up. “Listen, I know we still have some things to work on, but I want to work on them. You and me. What do you say?”

“You had me at ‘you look beautiful’.” Y/n licked her lips, an action not unnoticed by the man next to her. Jensen shook his head, fighting back his own smartass comment. “Seriously though, best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Jensen chuckled as he leaned himself towards Y/n. “I’d really like to kiss you now, if that’s okay.”

Y/n reached her hand out, cupping his jaw as she ran her thumb over the stubble on his face. “You are such a sap sometimes.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And an idiot.” She finished with a roll of her eyes, all the while smiling like an idiot herself, before leaning into him and bringing his lips to her own. At that moment, it didn’t matter what had happened in the past. It didn’t even matter what was going to happen in the future. All that mattered was that he loved her and she loved him. And all the rest, well, it would fall into place, one way or another.

Epilogue

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The next season of American Horror Story should just be about what is going on in Texas right now , Honestly .

33 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 01:37:21 GMT

Marvel characters as Taylor Swift Albums .

Ahhhhhhh, My first big post!! I am both excited and terrified, Please be nice to me, lmao.

Steve Rogers - Fearless

I can totally see Steve jamming out to “you belong with me”

Definitely loves “Today was a fairytale”

Favorite song : Fearless

Tony Stark - Folklore

Lovessssss “betty”

Listens to “august” while working

Favorite Song : “the last great american dynasty”

Bruce Banner - Speak Now

Mumbles the words to “Mean” all of the time

Stans “The story of us”

Favorite song : “Mine”

Peter Parker - Lover

This boy sings “Cruel summer” almost 24/7

Loves “Me!” but won’t tell anyone

Favorite Song : “Paper Rings”

Thor - 1989

Thor dancing to “Shake it off” lives rent free in my mind, Even if it is not a real thing, Lmao.

Screams “Blank space”

Favorite song : “Wildest Dreams”

Loki - Reputation

Did we really expect anything else, Lol

Plays “Ready for it” in his mind right before a fight

Seriously loves “Look what you made me do”

Favorite Song : “I did something bad”

Bucky Barnes - Reputation

Likes to think of his partner when “Delicate” comes on

Sings “Don’t blame me” While in the shower

Favorite song : “Dancing with our hands tied”

Sam Wilson - Taylor Swift

The thought of Sam singing “Picture to burn” is something that I think about a lot

Stans “Our song”

Favorite song: Should’ve said no”

Natasha Rommanoff - Evermore

Adores “No body no crime”

Hums “Dorthea”

Favorite song : “Long story short”

Wanda Maximoff - Red

She likes to sing “I knew you were trouble”

And cries at “All too well”

Favorite Song: “Red”

Pietro Maximoff - 1989 .

Runs to “Bad blood”

Struts to “Style” when no one else is watching

Favorite song : “Wonderland”

Helmut Zemo - Every.Single.One.

I hope everyone likes this!! feel free to like, Comment, Or Reblog!!

43 notes • Posted 2021-07-04 03:50:42 GMT

jumpscare

Summary | You go to watch A horror movie at your friends place and Tate comforts you after

Pairing | Tate Langdon x Reader!

Warnings | Maybe just cursing?

Genre | Fluff!

Author's Note | This is just A little Halloween Blurb That I meant to have up by Halloween but I got extremely busy with the show that I was doing but It just ended So hopefully I Will Be Able To Get More Stories Up Soon !!! Not completely proof Read so Sorry For Any Mistakes!!! Enjoy!!!

You keep telling yourself “Don’t go”, “Don’t watch it”, “You know what will happen”. And, what do you do? You go and watch it. You were kind of new at school, there for about 2 months, going on three, and your friend group had invited you over to watch a horror movie to get into the Halloween spirit, and they scare the living hell out of you sometimes, and what do they pick? Of course, something with a bunch of jump scares. The friends’ house that you went to was not too far away from your place so you just walked there. A decision that you instantly regretted the second you had to walk back home. Every crunch of a leaf that you had stepped on, Every sudden noise from a family inside their house that could be heard from the outside in the silence, Every car that drove down your street, made you jump, if not a slight scream. You were almost back to your house when something jumped out in front of you and made you run home, and when you turned around to look at what it was, all you saw was a small squirrel, going back up its tree.

You get inside of your house that was your own personal horror movie and lean on the door to catch your breath before going to take your shower. As you were washing the soap off of your body you felt eyes staring at you through the glass of the door but as you stepped out onto the shower mat, you saw nothing, just a foggy mirror. Knowing that you were just freaking yourself out you quickly dry yourself off and rush to put on what you were sleeping in just to hurry and get to the safety of your bed.

You get into your bed and cover yourself up with your favorite and warmest blanket to help yourself feel like you were in a safe, warm hug. Once your breathing had calmed, you got up with your blanket still wrapped around you and went downstairs to grab yourself a drink and when you get back to your room you light a candle next to your bed on your nightstand and You grab the book that you were currently reading and get back into bed with the blanket wrapped around you.

As you sit there reading, getting lost in the story, You feel two arms wrap around you unexpectedly and scream as you turn back to hit whoever it was until you realised that it was just your ghostly boyfriend Tate, the only scary thing that you actually don’t find to be all that frightening.

“Woah! Woah! It’s just me Babe!” Tate says as he grabs your wrist to keep you from hitting him in the chest.

“Tate! Why would you do that?!” You say while playfully slapping him in the chest once he let you go.

“Why did I hug you?” He asks with a bit of a confused look on his face. “Um, I don’t know, maybe because I love you?” He says more as a statement rather than a question.

“No, I mean sneak up on me!” You say to him while trying to catch your breath.

“That bad huh?” He asks while pulling you down into his chest to help you calm down. You nod into his chest to answer his question while he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks you while you raise your head up some.

“No, I just want to lay on your chest and sleep.” You say while getting him to lay down and you laying on his chest not long after.

“You’re safe with me.” He said while he kissed your forehead. “I love you”

“I love you too, Tater Tot” You mumble while falling asleep on his chest.

“No one will hurt you as long as I’m Here,” he says once you fall asleep all nuzzled into his chest, Tate knowing how far He would go just to keep you safe as he blows Out the still lit candle sitting next to your bed.

64 notes • Posted 2021-11-04 02:33:13 GMT

I know places. (Soulmate!au Bucky Barnes x Fem reader )

Summary | In a world where you can not see a certain color until you lock eyes with your soulmate, you ended up with two colors that you could not see. One day you meet your soulmate, when he kills your partner.

Pairing | Soulmate!au Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader.

Warnings! | Death, Killing, Language?

Genre | Fluff!!

Word count | 1.8k

A/N : this is my first real story that I am publishing!! this is very loosely based on the Taylor Swift song ‘I know places’, please feel free to like, comment, or reblog!! It is appreciated!! This is been read over, but I may have accidentally missed some mistakes, Sorry In Advance!!

( Not my gif!! Found on Pinterest!! Creds to the owner!! )

James.Buchanan.Barnes the man who you have waited and waited for. You did your research, you found his real name, who he really was. The man you met when he killed your partner,

This idiotic soulmate thing was tearing at you, everyone has one, A color that they can not see until they lock eyes with their soulmate, But you have two, and you also have no idea why. You always assumed red was the color you couldn’t see because, well, It was, but when you were asked what color the sky was and your response was “Grey” is when you found out that you also can not see the color blue.

There is no record of this ever happening before so everyone said that it just had to be a coincidence. You kept the secret to yourself letting people think that it was just red that you could not see.

Now older, and still unable to see those stupid colors. Dating a shield agent who was kind, but not your soulmate. They knew it as well, not being able to find theirs, but assuming you just had the best that you both would ever get.

You knew your partner was working on their assignment about the winter solider, which you thought was a stupid ass name, and constenly made fun of. They were getting closer to finding who the soldier was. They planned on informing the rest of shield in the morning and invited you over for a celebratory dinner. Just as the night was coming to a close, you went to the bathroom freshen up. When you return though you witness your partner being shot by a man with a metal arm.

“Who the hell are you?” You shout at the stranger, and then you reginoized the metal arm with the star. His back was turned to you.

“The man with the stupid name” you say while walking over to the couch and taking a seat, legs crossed, oddly calm considering what just happened.

“Walk away and I won’t have to kill you, Unless you just want to join your soulmate”

“They are not my soulmate” You cut the man off quickly, his back still turned to you.

“Then get your things and leave before I change my mind” He says while holding his gun up.

“Letting me go would be stupid, I know just as much as they knew, And I know exactly how to get it to Sheild, Leaving no witnesses would be your best option.” You didn’t know why you were being so calm, Why you were basically inviting this random man to kill you, you just had the feeling that he wouldn’t.

“Fine” The man says as he turns around and points the gun directly at your face.

All of a sudden the star on his arm turns into a pinkish shade and his eyes a purplish one.

“Holy shit” you mumble as the man slowly brings his gun down.

“ Who are you?” he demands coming closer

“Y/n, and you?” you ask standing to get a closer look at him.

“I-I don’t know” He says looking down then back at you.

“Excuse me?” You ask confused. How can someone possibly not know who they are?

“I’m the winter soldier, That’s all I know”

“I like the name more now, Reminds me of your eyes” You say smiling as you cup his cheek.

“I’ve heard their blue, saw it in a file once.”

“My new favorite color” You say staring into his eyes.

“Go” He mumbles, barely loud enough for you to even hear.

“What?”

“Go, somewhere safe, I will come find you once I can, I have to go, you would be murdered if I don’t”

“Alright” you agree, understanding his reason. He kisses your hand before getting to the window that he used to come in.”

“Don’t forget me.” You say, his back turned to you as he jumps. You are almost certain that he didn’t even hear you.

That was 3 years ago, you had resided in a place in the countryside that shield had hooked you up with. You told them that when you came back from the bathroom, the person who did it was already gone. They also have had no leads on The Winter soldier since later that same year.

The colors that you saw that night, That were so bright once before, were starting to fade, your hope going with it. Little did you know that He was working on finding you.

“Steve, I have to at least try to find her before this fight” His memories of the night were fuzzy but definitely there, He knew your first name and what you looked like, and that was it.

“What was her name again?” Steve asks while sighing.

“Y/n, have you not been listening to him, He won’t shut the hell up about her” Sam says while looking through old shield files.

“Y/n L/n, Agent Williams Ex partner, Residence : 1313 Mockingbird Lane , A small manor like house in the middle of a field, with no neighbors for 14 miles. Status: Alive as of 5/18.” Steve says while reading your file that had not been updated since.

“This her?” Steves points to a photo of you on file.

“Yeah….. Yeah, that’s her” Bucky says while grabbing ahold of the file, hands shaking as he does, with a small smile on his face.

“He’s smiling? I didn’t think he was capable of such a thing.” Sam says while walking out to get in the car. You are sitting on your couch, about to doze off while flipping through a magazine when you hear a car pull up. You immediately run into your kitchen and grab a knife as you hear footsteps on your porch. Not the easiest choice of protection, but the quickest. There are a few knocks at the door, which you ignore because no one is supposed to know where you are. As the knob on the door turns you stand with your knife waiting to attack. Until you see those damn blue eyes again.

“Y/n? Y/n, are you here?”

“J-james?” you ask, even though you know the answer, while walking out of the kitchen.

Both of you are speechless as you look at eachother, you almost didn’t notice the two men standing behind him, Recognizing one of them as The Captain America

“Well, Damn it machine man, hug her!!” the man standing next to Captain America said, You could almost swear there were tears in his eyes.

“I-I, May I?” James questions while looking at you.

“Of course you may.” Before you can even take a step forward he was already walking over and holding you in his arms. You could feel the cool metal of his arm through your shirt and it was oddly comforting. As he pulled away, his hands went up your arms, to your shoulders, and then your face, he stared at you for a good 3 seconds, even though it felt like 3 hours before he locked his lips with yours. They were a bit rough, as if he had been nervously biting them the entire way to your place. Little did you know, he was. When he pulled away he smiled before wrapping his arm around you.

“I’m Steve Rogers, this is Sam Wilson. It’s a pleasure to meet you. It's nice to see Bucky smile.”

“Bucky?” you question while looking up at your blue eyed soulmate.

“It’s a nickname, The main thing people call me.”

“Yeah, Robot we gotta go.” Sam says while jestering towards the door.

“What? Nooooooooo, I just got you back.” you say while holding on to you man harder than before.

“I’m sorry, but we do Buck, you should be back in two weeks.” Steve says, Going towards the door.

“I’ll come with!” You perk up. “If that would be alright of course.” you say pulling away from Bucky a little bit.

“I’m sorry Doll, But they're right, This could get you hurt, and we can’t have that now can we?”

You pull away from him completely while crossing your arms. “You know I dated A Shield agent, Said shield agent trained me to defend myself and a little more, And I confronted the winter soldier while he was threatening to kill me if i didn’t leave, I think I can handle myself.”

“Buck it’s up to you, Honestly, We could use all of the help that we can get.” says Steve, obviously just wanting to get back on the road.

“I’m going, He doesn’t make my decisions”.

“Do you even have a suit?” Sam says as he goes to the door.

“I have one shield made for me, They gave me a few things when they set me up with this place, I guess they felt bad over my partner being killed over them.”

“Excuse me?” Sam asks, stopping in his tracks and turning around to see you grabbing a suitcase that was already packed.

“How do you think I met James?” You say going to stand next to Bucky.

“You killed her partner?” Sam asks while walking out the door with Steve. “Man,we gotta work on your people skills or something.”

“Hey James?” You say while tugging his arm to get him to stay back.

“Yes, Doll?”

“Thank you for coming to find me, I was about to lose hope.” You say while pulling him into a hug, and nuzzling into his chest some.

“Well of course, Darling. They would wipe away my memories, but it was always in the back of my mind to find you.” He says while pulling you closer to his chest and petting your hair.

There was silence as he held you. He held you with enough tightness that made you feel like he never wanted to let you go, but with enough gentleness that he feared he would break you if he held on just a little tighter.

“I’m not going to say ‘I love you’ quite yet, we are soulmates of course, but i’m old fashioned, I wanna wait until I really feel it, not that I don’t feel for you, o-of course I do, I-I jus-” You were able to cut off his nervous rambling with a quick kiss to his lips.

“It’s ok, I agree.” You say while smiling up at him.

“Come on!!” You hear Sam yell as Steve honks the horn.

The two of you make your way to the car with you sitting in the seat behind Sam and Bucky sitting next to you. Sam moves his seat up, noticing that you seemed a little cramped when you got in the car.

“Thanks Sam!!” You say as you lean into Buckys’ side.

“So you do know how to move your seat up?”

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Tate: *Watching everything that was going down in the first two episodes of American Horror Stories* And there's a million of us just like me, Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me, Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me, And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me, 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady, All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating-

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Where Did You Grow Up?

My friend Joanna Goddard runs a website called Cup of Jo. She started it as a personal blog and has turned it into a site for women with a diverse and interesting group of contributors. However, the truly marvelous thing about Cup of Jo is the comments. That's right, the comments. They are always good, often great, and occasionally sublime. Years and even decades after most websites have removed their comment sections for being toxic and unwieldy, Cup of Jo readers are in there delivering on the original promise of the web as a way to connect humans with one another by providing advice, reflections, stories, and support to each other.

One of the site's best uses of the comments section are on posts that ask a simple question, like Where Did You Grow Up? (See also What Unexpected Relationships Have You Formed During the Pandemic?) I pulled out a few of my favorite comments from this post and shared them below.

My dad is a physicist and biomedical researcher, so we made a few big moves when I was growing up. From Long Island, to Chicago, and then to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan (central Canada). I went to tiny town Oklahoma for college before coming back to Sask. It is wild up here, where winter days are often -40 degrees Fahrenheit. In my youth I was torn in half between my longing for city excitement and the call of the wild. These days, I am proud to be raising a 4 year old that knows the rules of camping, and how to act around critters like bears and moose. His first concert was an Inuit band who throat sang in Inuk. We danced as a storm opened up and poured rain on us, the natural light show illuminating the fractal jack pine tree tops. All three of us slept like babies that night in our tent with the storm pounding the forest in the background. The city was fun, but I wouldn't trade my quality of life for anything. I know how to thank the Great Spirit for the grandfather trees of the forest, and how to step lightly where wood frogs lie. I know the feeling of the air changing to autumn or spring on my cheeks, before a single leaf falls or prairie crocus blooms. The knowledge of this place is etched into the fabric of my body, as it will be for my stepson.

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I grew up in a North Dallas trailer park backed up to a state highway and a freeway with my older brother and young widowed mom. We lived off social security and hotdogs. I thought anyone whose mobile home vinyl siding wasn't peppered with holes from a weed whacker was fancy.

After hours, I played in the construction materials depot next door with my brother and our little band of trailer park buddies. We got a lot of shit for being "trailer trash kids" but we all grew up to become hella cool and kindhearted: amazing parents, teachers, nurses, artists, writers, musicians, therapists, political shit-stirrers, philosophers, world travelers.

We used to catch opossums with rusty cat traps and sneak them into our bathtubs where we would feed them scraps and get hissed at. I recall chasing an armadillo down a hill with a BB gun in the blazing Texas sunshine and thinking no funner game had ever been invented.

We would dismantle the breaks from our second-hand banana-seat bikes and then race each other down the "big hill" and jump into the grass kamikaze-style at the screaming last minute where we would lay in a banged-up heap laughing hysterically in the face of death.

My brother once shot a dove off a telephone wire from our front porch and proceeded to cook it for my first-day-of-high-school breakfast, ironically, because he wanted me to be able to tell that trailer-trash story to my kids someday. I do, and they don't believe me. I've raised my two kiddos in Toronto, The Netherlands, and now Colorado. They think trailers are something you take into the mountains for a glamping vacation. They are also hella cool and kindhearted. I marvel at them.

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I grew up in a small town in South Alabama. I am from the land of yes ma'ams, covered dish suppers at church, and pulling over for funeral processions. I was raised on a steady diet of collard greens, pimento cheese, grits, pear salad (google it), boiled peanuts, and fried hand pies. To this day there is nothing more delicious - figuratively and literally - than the memory of homemade vanilla ice cream in an old ice cream maker with my dad cutting and dropping slices of peaches picked from our tree. I didn't know enough to be concerned that he was cutting them with his pocket knife. I miss living somewhere that included mac n cheese on a salad bar. I have vivid memories of hearing my grandmother tell stories involving her childhood friend, Nell Lee (known to most of us as Harper Lee). One summer, I rode my horse into town almost every day and got an ice cream cone at the shop owned by my friend's family. My dad was the high school principal and my mother was the deputy sheriff. I was the high school mascot and to this day, I highly recommend any job where the dumber you act, the more successful you are. High school adventures included bonfires in someone's field, hot days at the creek, and constantly driving around the town square. There was one restaurant in town and it opened up late each Friday night to serve a full fried chicken meal to the returning high school football team, band, and cheerleaders after every away game. There was a wrong and a right side of the tracks. It was simultaneously both the most loving community I have known and the most discriminatory.

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I grew up in Houston on a street full of kids. Houston was playing kickball on a dead-end street and "hide from cars" on summer nights when we were allowed to stay out after dark. Everyone lived in their front yards and garages. A dad only had to prop up the hood of his car, and every man on the block came over and started consulting. This led to impromptu pizza or burger parties. Every Halloween, my dad and our preacher staged a spookhouse in our garage that ALL the kids visited. Our neighborhood was swarmed with kids trick or treating and our group, ranging from 3 years old to 10, roamed for blocks, completely safe, until the year The Candyman ruined trick or treating forever. Every Christmas Eve, we girlfriends swam in Sam's pool, then went caroling on our street with bare feet and wet hair. We thought that was very funny. We rode our banana-seat bikes to stores near us until we graduated to 10-speeds. We went to glossy, over-air-conditioned shopping malls. We had a lot of freedom because things were so accessible.

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I grew up in Encinitas, CA (north of San Diego) when it was a sleepy, little beach town. I miss all "my" beach spots, friends, and that coastal air. It was one of those places where even if we didn't know everyone, everyone was treated with consideration. It wasn't always idyllic but it was a pretty lucky place to be raised. You could count on anyone being willing to help you. One time my dad's Oldsmobile broke down on a random street. He had no problem walking up to a door, knocking on it and asking to use the phone (hello 1989!). The surfers were still zonked on the couches, but one let my dad in and let him call a friend. He told my dad to leave the car and come back for it whenever he could get a tow truck for the car. No one was mad at being woken up at 7am, they just rolled with it.

You can read the post and the rest of the comments here. I grew up in northern Wisconsin on a farm and then in a small nearby town. We rode our bikes everywhere as kids and our parents had no idea where we were most of the time. The music options were country or heavy metal -- I didn't care for either. The nearest movie theater was in a town 10 miles away and I still remember the excitement of standing in line for Ghostbusters on a sweltering June evening. As a teen, I would go around to all of the vending machines in town (there were only three or four of them) and check the coin returns for money -- any quarters I found would go right into the Ms. Pac-Man machine at Erickson's grocery store. A few people I knew had a vacation house on the lake but we couldn't afford one. School was terrible and cliquey and I never felt like I belonged. I left after high school and aside from summers and a short stint after dropping out of grad school, I never went back. I haven't been for a visit in nearly 20 years and only recently have I been curious about seeing it through adult eyes and revisiting old haunts.

See also this classic NY Times dialect quiz (which I took the other day and it nailed my childhood location within 90 miles) and using only food, where did you grow up? (my answer: hotdish, fried smelt, colby cheese, and summer sausage).

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Loyalty - Klaus Mikaelson & Stefan Salvatore

Summary: To move forward in your relationship with Klaus, you take a trip back to the 1920s with old friend Stefan Salvatore. The discovery you find about them isn’t that shocking, but their request certainly is.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Mentions of Mikael, Ripper!Stefan

Ever since you stood up for yourself, you found Elena and her gang had not interacted with you, which greatly relieved you. With them gone, you decided to throw yourself into becoming part of Klaus’s army to assassinate Mikael alongside Tyler, Klaus however had a different idea. “Y/N, he’s dangerous, he’ll try to get to me through hurting you if you’re out there!” “And what about Tyler?, he’s out with the other hybrids trying to keep you safe, please share the same care with him as you do me!” Klaus softened a bit, he only seemed to do that with you, Tyler & Stefan these days, anyone else would be bitten as punishment or slapped around by the hybrid. “You’re human love, they are hybrids. It’s not that I don’t care about Tyler, but you were the first person in a long time who’s shown me love, I can’t let that go” you backed off albeit tentatively “Look, I know how much getting rid of this prick means to you, so I don’t want him to live rent free in your life.” “And how do you plan to throw him out if it’s not killing him?” Klaus posed to you “How about a party/history lesson? You always said Stefan pulled you out of a depressing revery in the 1920s, so we throw a 20s styled party, just us.” Klaus grinned “Y/N, somehow you come up with the best ideas to keep me in a good mood. Deal, we can spend tomorrow night together, I’m sure Stefan won’t mind” “Check in case!” Klaus grinned as he left to find his friend.

Stefan gave the all clear so you spent some of the following morning with Tyler, supporting him in training in case he needed to defend himself from hunting the brutal original vampire, while Klaus got the elements of the party ready and Stefan got done up. As the afternoon rolled in, you headed back up to the Mikaelson house to get ready, Klaus said it started at 7PM sharp, and you were aware you need a solid few hours to look like a 20s Modern Man. Heading in, you discovered that Klaus had left you a 20s styled suit & a compelled team to help you get ready and act as extras to set the mood for the night. They were also compelled to let Klaus know if something came up with Mikael, which you discovered as your hair was done over by one of the staffers ‘Well at least he’s on somewhat of an alert rather than dropping it’ you thought. After a few hours, you had turned from 21st Century Cool to 20th Century Swave. A few minutes to 7, you headed down the stairs & into the dining room.

The room was decked out, blue hangings on the walls, the female members of the team compelled to dance in flapper gear, the male members of the team compelled to serve empty tables & at a table in the centre, sat Klaus & Stefan. They turned around as you entered with Klaus giving a trademark grin & Stefan waving you over. “Well Y/N, you look incredible love” Klaus complimented as you sat down “Not so bad yourself Mr. Original Hybrid.” You sent back, Klaus smiling at your attempt at a flirty comment “And Klaus probably won’t tell you, but your blood smells fantastic.” Stefan said, obviously conplimenting you but it caused Klaus to turn his head slightly, an expression of blankness on his face but you knew better, Klaus had to have been seething at Stefan’s bloodlust taking hold. “Now now! I don’t want either of you getting angry, this is a night of relaxing.” "I thought this was supposed to be a history lesson as well as a party?” Klaus reminded you “And me and Stefan here didn’t approve of each other when we met.” “I know that, but Texas Chainsaw Massacre was not made in Chicago in the 1920s, so keep it festive.” Klaus let a dimply smile cross his face while Stefan laughed “Other than the blue drapes and the one floor, this is an exact replica of where I first met Klaus. I was dating Rebekah at the time & I needed to make a good first impression”

“So what did you do to win him over?” Y/N asked Stefan “I made one of the dancers cut herself so she bled into a glass & then made her asshole husband drink it.” he said naturally. You very nearly choked on your drink, you knew Stefan was sharp at the best of times but God Damn! “Ever since that, I’ve cared deeply for him, he made me feel at home, gave me self worth, I loved him so much.” As Klaus made his statement you realised in a way, Klaus & Stefan besides the whole blood glass thing were a lot like you & Klaus, the things about confidence resonated, as that was what you helped him with in those first interactions. As the evening went on, waiters served decade styled meals to your table, and you quickly got a taste for the cheese platters. However Klaus knowing your straight edge side, eschewed the alcohol portion leaving it to him & Stefan, instead you had your selection of juices. It eventually did seem like the 1920s were still going on & eventually you got onto the dance floor & had a variety of dances, like slow dancing Klaus to Dream A Little Dream of Me to the Charleston with Stefan & eventually having a messy routine with the compelled flappers to Fred Astaire, much to the laughter of the vampire/hybrid combination you had shared dinner with.

Eventually Klaus decided to show you another part of his & Stefan’s time in the 20s, but it was to be done in the bedroom on the second landing, so you followed both Klaus & Stefan up the stairs “Make sure no one’s coming” Klaus asked you as he sped into the bedroom with Stefan, and you glanced around at the landing to find no one there. “All clear” you said as you turned around “Good love, now enter our domain”, you moved into the bedroom and closed the door. Turning around, you saw Klaus & Stefan pounce at each other, entangling in a beautiful kiss, you stared in shock before placing your hands on your hips “I knew it! I knew you two had a thing! There’s a lot of chemistry between you, more than a couple of friends.” Klaus & Stefan parted and looked towards you “It took a while but after Stefan acknowledged me as a King one night, I took him to my room and fucked him into the next sunrise.” Stefan moaned out and looked to you “You’ve been on the end of that cock Y/N, you know what Klaus can do for his lover.” You moved towards them “And I guess I’m supposed to watch you enact your history together?” "Oh no love, we expect you to be with us tonight.” Klaus responded “Stefan, do the honours”

Stefan sped towards you, ridding you of your clothing before leading you to Klaus. “Mm” Klaus praised, looking you up and down “Love, are you ready to be fucked by a Hybrid and his Rippah?” You looked behind you to see Stefan admiring your backside and turned back to Klaus “What’s taking you both so bloody long?” You grinned, knowing you’d get them cocky enough to wreck you and you were not disappointed. Klaus seized you, pulling you toward him as Stefan sped behind you so you wouldn’t escape as Klaus smashed his lips on yours, Stefan taking the opportunity to kiss your neck. It was utter bliss stuck between the both of them as you removed Klaus’s shirt to rub his nipples, the hybrid moaning breathily into your mouth. Stefan decided to stimulate your nipples as well, causing the kiss to break as you threw your head back in a moan as you gripped onto Klaus’s shoulders, Stefan taking control of your mouth in a kiss as Klaus kissed over the parts of your neck that Stefan had graced. “Klaus. Stefan. Naked. Now. Please.” was all you were able to get out as they worked over you, in a speedy flash Klaus had removed his suit pants whilst Stefan removed everything he had “Fuck Stefan, you’re so muscular!” You said shocked, you had never appreciated his good looks before. The vampire grinned “Looks like Y/N appreciated my physique the same as you when you took me that first night in Chicago.” he said to Klaus “We have good taste, he and I” Klaus responded “Now love, get on the bed, and let us please you tonight.

You made your way onto Klaus’s bed, whilst the two men stalked towards you, each kissing a side of your face and down your neck. They emerged with black veins on their faces, fangs elongated and knowing they wished to feed, you tilted your neck up in offering. “God, he has a really pretty neck.” Stefan said to Klaus adoringly “And he’s all ours, what fun!” Klaus & Stefan struct in synchronicity drinking you deep as you cried out. “Yes, drink from me, you beautiful creatures, use me as your blood bag, take your share before you fuck me.” You cried out, utterly intoxicated by the feeling of these two forces of nature sucking your blood. Soon enough both Klaus & Stefan removed themselves from your neck, blood dripping from their faces. “Fuck, it was so hard not to drain you babe, you tasted perfect, more perfect than anyone else” Stefan moaned out, leaning down to kiss you, your blood still on his lips. He soon parted, licking the traces off yours and his lips. You grinned, you had another dose of ammunition if Elena decided to get brave again, Klaus detected your euphoria and leant down for a kiss as well. “Love, we can smell how you lust for us, shall we fuck you now?” "Yes Klaus, oh God I need you both!”, Klaus bit his wrist & hold it to your mouth “Drink love, you will need all your strength back for what’s next”, as you drank, your neck healed and you became a lot more bolder than before.

Klaus & Stefan put on a show whilst you drank, kissing, whilst stroking each others cock, now dripping with precum, they soon broke apart, Klaus removing his wrist from your mouth “You ready for us?” They asked together. You grinned at them “Yes”. They thrusted forwards, you yelled out from the pain and the two immediately halted, letting you get used to their cocks. After a while you nodded your head & the two began to fuck into you, moans filling the room as the two supernatural creatures fucked you. “We would always do this in Chicago” Stefan whispered in your ear “Find some whore, fight over them so they’d get aroused about using us, then we’d take them to our room, fuck them, then drink all their blood, me and Klaus bathed in our spoils.” You let out a cry as Klaus found your G-Spot. Stefan grinned knowing Klaus was giving you the utmost pleasure “It’s hot to see how subservient you are to him, you deserve to be with him, well” Stefan shrugged “Along with me of course.”

Klaus now moved down as Stefan took the reigns to smash into your prostate “Look at what you’ve turned The Rippah into, he may not show it, but he’s falling apart as your hole tightens around his cock, you might even domesticate him. You’d like that right? A big bad rippah, draining your enemies dry before fucking you in a blaze of passion, making you come with him?” You nodded at Klaus, a moan escaping your lips to a grin from the hybrid “I’d love that as well love.” He stared at Stefan “I want him with us forever from now on.” You looked at Stefan with pleading eyes “Oh fuck! Yes Stefan, we need you, me and Niklaus, I can never get enough of your massive cock filling me up, Niklaus loves you, I love you! God Stefan!” Any composure Stefan had was lost as he bucked into your harsher, cries of passion coming from him, as Klaus leant into his ear “Now Stefan, come for Y/N.” Stefan reared his head back, crying out in sated bliss as he shot his load, pulling out of you, he moved aside and watched as Klaus took centre stage. “God Stefan, your load is so warm, I’m going to fuck it into Y/N even more, you watch as I take him” Stefan grinned at his longtime love as he rested, admiring you & Klaus as you fucked.

You leant up and kissed Klaus & moved your hand over his tattoos “They look beautiful Niklaus” Klaus had become a grunting mess as he fucked into you, but gave you a wink. “Yeah, you like it Y/N. Fucking take it!” Stefan teased as he watched you be used by the hybrid, “Yes love, you’re so tight around me, so beautiful, God!” Klaus cried out, Klaus began to whirl above you, using his speed & you knew you were a gonner. As he fucked harder and harder, you shot your load, your eyes seeing stars as you saw Klaus begin to fall as equally apart “Yes love, I’m gonna come!” no sooner had Klaus said this, he groaned out as he began to shoot his cum. Klaus pulled out and rested next to you, Stefan on the other side.

The bed suddenly creeked, then collapsed. You all burst into laughter “Well I mean, did any of us expect it to stay up?” you got out, Klaus & Stefan continuing their laughter “No I guess not” Stefan got out. The fun mood was soon ruined by one of the compelled waiters rushing in, the “HEY’S” followed by protecting yourselves was left ignored the waiter who had a blank expression as he said “Klaus, Tyler and his army have located and restrained Mikael.” You turned to look at Klaus but he had speedingly dressed and left. You turned to Stefan, who looked very serious “I hope Klaus makes him suffer, not only for breaking us apart but for everything he put Klaus through” You nodded as you rested yourself against Stefan, both waiting for the hybrid to return. You both did not have to wait long as Klaus raced back panting but grinning “I- I did it, Mikael’s gone” Stefan raced over to him & kissed him. “We captured him out alone & sent the signal as soon as we could” Tyler said racing in, you rushing over to him “Oh thank God you’re ok! I was worried about you getting hurt.” “He put up a fight but I got him”. Soon you both made seperate ways, Klaus & Stefan spending a much deserved night together with each other and you making sure Tyler was alright.

#Klaus Mikaelson #Stefan Salvatore #male reader #Klaus Mikaelson x Stefan Salvatore #Klaus Mikaelson x Stefan Salvatore x Male Reader #Klaus Mikaelson Smut #Stefan Salvatore Smut #Klefan Smut #The Vampire Diaries #The Vampire Diaries Smut #Loyalty

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Two Dharma Bums

Request (anon): Ayo I saw that you were taking request, can I have some platonic Klaus x reader? Maybe klaus just kind living with the reader and them bein all domestic n shit

Summary: Klaus and the reader bond over their shared love of the beatnik counterculture and Kerouac. Klaus convinces the reader to come with him and travel across the country to live out the reader’s dream of the freedom displayed in Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. Also, I’m sorry if it’s rough. It’s unedited and quickly written.

A/N: No pronouns are used for the reader, so this can be female!reader or male!reader. Also, Klaus is 10000% a beatnik in this time period and would have thrived with Burroughs, Ginsburg, and Kerouac.

Arriving in 1960 Dallas with nothing but the spirit of his deceased brother clinging to him, Klaus desperately tried to suppress the anxieties that immediately plagued him. Why was he here? Where were his siblings? Was he the only one who made it? What made him so special and deserving of life over his brothers and sisters? What was he going to do now?

After days without anything more than a passerby’s leftovers, Klaus was desperate for something to eat. He stumbled down street as he followed the familiar aroma of diner food. Growing up so close to Griddy’s, Klaus knew the smell of a moderately priced home-cooked style meal, and his stomach immediately twisted into angry knots of starvation. Without thinking anything through, he flung open the door and dropped himself into a booth near the front of the diner. Compared to the attire of the other inhabitants of the diner--the men’s nicely pressed trousers paired with comfortable overcoats and the women’s long skirts and petticoats--Klaus’s tattered and sleeveless army shirt, laced leather pants, shaggy hair, and dirt covered face instantly earned him the full attention of the diner.

All eyes being on Klaus wasn’t something he would normally turn down. His family knew he loved being the center of attention, and normally, this much attention would be cause for a snarky comment about his importance; however Klaus was tired. He was too tired to think about anything other than how much he wanted to sleep and eat, and that exhaustion led to his eyes drifting shut despite Ben’s continual pestering him to stay awake.

“Um, Y/N,” a young woman holding a notepad and pen said in an attempt to get her coworker’s attention.

“Yeah?” Y/N asked as you turned to meet your coworker’s eyes. With a furrowed brow, you examined her face. She normally wore a kind expression, full of smiles that earned a lot of tips, but her brows were furrowed and she wore an obviously concerned look over her face. Discreetly, she held her pen pointed in the direction of the front of the diner. The ball-point landed on a man with dark hair and grimy skin leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out across the booth and eyes fallen shut. “That’s my section today, isn’t it?” Y/N asked as the girl nodded in a way that instantly made Y/N assume she was thinking, ‘Better you than me.’

It was a chilly twenty-three degrees, which is fairly colder than normal for a Texas winter, and Y/N could see the man in the booth didn’t seem to be dressed appropriately for the weather that was only getting colder. The man shivered suddenly as Y/N reached the booth, and he shot upright as if he had been startled awake.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Welcome to Norma’s Cafe,” Y/N greeted the man with a half-smile. “What can I get for you?”

“Water, please,” the man said in a somewhat pathetic and empathy inducing tone, “and if you have any crackers, I’ll take those too, please.” As the door to the diner opened, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the man begin to tremble as the bitter air found its way to his exposed skin.

“Sure thing,” Y/N sighed upon witnessing the tragedy that was this homeless man. Already, Y/N’s heart was softened into feeling complete sympathy for the stranger. After returning to the kitchen to fill up a cup with water, Y/N grabbed a pot of hot coffee a mug, and a plate of toast before returning to the table. “I put in an order of the special for you as well. I hope you like your eggs scrambled,” Y/N said and placed the tray of drinks and toast in front of the man.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he hurried to repeat the single syllable until the server turned around to face him again. “I can’t pay for this. I don’t have any money.”

“It’s on me,” Y/N said with a reassuring smile.

“No, I’m fine with some crackers. I’m skinny, I don’t need a lot of food,” he tried to argue with the kindness of the stranger before him.

“You’re my last customer before my shift is up,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.” Once again, Y/N rose in an attempt to wait in the kitchen for the food she ordered for this man only to have him protest one more time

“Can you at least keep me company? Maybe I can repay you with my witty sarcasm and great sense of humor.” A slight chuckle escaped Y/N’s lungs.

“You know I have to leave first to get your food, right?”

“So that’s a yes?” with a roll of Y/N’s eyes, a gentle smile fell over Klaus’s face. He was slightly surprised that Y/N decided to sit in the booth across from him as he ate, and even more so when he was encouraged to tell his ludicrous tale of how he ended up in Dallas in the first place. Their conversation was chaotic and jumped from so many different, interconnecting threads, somehow managing to find its way back to the point of origin after discussing Klaus’s past and Y/N’s seemingly illogical dreams and fascinations.

“Either you have a ridiculous imagination or your a beatnik like Ginsburg or Kerouac,” Y/N huffed and an entertained smirk flashed in Klaus’s direction.

“I’d consider myself to be more like Burroughs,” he retorted with a laugh as he finished the last of his food and sipped on the last of his coffee.

“Well, you certainly look like a dharma bum,” Y/N commented with an endearing and longing gaze. It had been a dream of Y/N’s to be able to pick up and leave, taking minimal belongings along on a journey across the country to a destination that had yet to present itself. Since reading Kerouac’s works, this dream had began to manifest as a pest in Y/N’s mind, constantly scratching at the part of the brain that controls impulses.

“In a way I am,” Klaus responded as he thought back over the course of his adult life. “I’ve never had a place of my own, no place to call home or people who wanted me around for longer than a few weeks at a time. Then there was the war, then ending up here.” His voice seemed to trail off as his mind went through everything he’d experienced in his short thirty years.

“I’ve read ‘On the Road’ and ‘The Dharma Bums’ so many times the spines are falling apart,” Y/N admitted. “There’s something so enchanting about that lifestyle that I can’t help but long for the open road and the uncertainty of where I’ll end up.” Y/N could see the ideas turning around in Klaus’s head as he thought over the words that had been dumped between them.

“Do you have a car?” It was a short and simple question that was answered with a nod of Y/N’s head. “Then let’s go.”

“Just like that? No thinking anything through? You don’t have any ties or anything keeping you here?”

“I just told you my true story. I have nothing and no one,” Klaus stated, subsequently earning an annoyed grunt from Ben. He could tell Y/N was thinking the offer over and the idea repeated in both of their heads like a broken record. “Come on,” Klaus urged, “You’ll be surprised by how easy the act of leaving is, and how good it feels! The world is rich with possibilities,” he loosely quoted the line from On the Road that circulated throughout Y/N’s mind.

“I have nothing to offer anyone but my own confusion,” Y/N responded with another quote, hoping Klaus would understand.

“What are you getting here that you can’t get anywhere else?” Klaus prompted. He had leaned across the booth and was excitedly staring into Y/N’s eyes as his heart raced at the possibility of not having to be alone anymore. “Because in the end...” A hopeful smile formed on Klaus’s face as he began yet another famous quote from Kerouac.

“You won’t remember the time you spent working in an office or mowing your lawn,” Y/N continued.

“Climb the damn mountain!”

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As weeks turned into months and months turned into years, Y/N and Klaus traveled across the country, hitching rides from farmers, truck drivers, and anyone who was still kind enough not to discourage the allure of being a vagabond.

Stories and poetry were the fuel they doused on the fires of their freedom, and always they found themselves immersed in the artistic and melodic talent of telling tales the other seemed to posses. Throughout their happiness and sincerest sense of freedom, they would occasionally find themselves seeking the comfort of one another. At night, often when the music, poetry, and stories had fallen asleep with their traveling companions--Klaus’s silver tongue and ability to fabricate realities out of small truths had accumulated quite a large following throughout their journey--their minds would drift. In these moments of perceived weakness, that they let their vulnerability shine through to one another.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked upon noticing Klaus sitting before a fire beneath the stars of California.

“What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?” Klaus asked, once again mirroring the words of Kerouac to allow for the deeper meaning to seep into Y/N’s soul.

“It seems like what you have done, in starting an unorganized cult, is the most absurd thing that could have happened in all of the endless possibilities presented to you at every decision you’ve made.”

“But what about my family. What if they’re alive and they’re looking for me? I thought the love of the people I surrounded myself with, the like-mindedness of the commune, would be enough.” Y/N lowered to be beside Klaus as he stared up at the stars. Silently, the pair sat, feeling the heat of the fire against their faces, until Y/N leaned against Klaus’s side and he fell gently into the genuine human connection.

“Unlike Kerouac, I’m not a believer of Buddhism, but finding enlightenment is an important theme throughout his novels. Maybe the enlightenment you’ve found is that this life that you’ve found on the path that you’ve taken isn’t the one that you’re searching for,” Y/N’s wisdom rolled through Klaus’s mind as he fell backwards into the grass in frustration.

“I took this path in hopes of gaining happiness,” Klaus sighed angrily as he slammed his fists into the soil beside him. “I failed my family and I failed at this; this concept of letting go and accepting the endless possibilities before me!”

“You didn’t fail,” Y/N stated firmly in defiance of Klaus’s self-depreciating words. “Experience is the only thing that can teach you. If I were to give you only water and crackers all that time ago back at the diner, we wouldn’t be in California right now. If you chose a different diner to fall into, you would have never met me, and your life would be even more miserable,” Y/N joked and nudged Klaus’s arm in an attempt to invoke the smallest of smiles in his face. “If I would have ignored your idea of taking to the road as two dharma bums searching for a sign for where our lives were supposed to go, I’d probably still be wasting away as a server in that diner. Just because you got to the place we set our course for doesn’t mean you’re at the destination you need to be at. It took getting here with all of these people following us, following you, for you to realize where your passion and happiness lies.”

With a tear in each of his eyes, Klaus sat up and pulled Y/N close to him. As he felt Y/N’s arms fall around him, a reassuring sigh left his mouth and the tears of joy fell onto Y/N’s shoulder. Klaus tightened his grasp on his friend, and hesitantly spoke. “Thank you, Y/N. I know this distance is what you wanted and that the road was kinder to you than to me, but I have to go back to Dallas. I’ll miss you, but I’m grateful to have met you.” Slowly, Klaus rose from where he sat and blew a kiss to the person who had been at his side through it all. It was all he could do as he hid the pain of losing the first person who had shown him kindness three years ago.

“My path is with you. You’re my friend, Klaus, but more importantly, you’re my family now. If not for you, my life wouldn’t have changed. If not for me, yours could have gotten worse. Our paths were intertwined for a reason, and I’m not going to ignore that. When you need me, I’ll be there. That’s what family is for.”

Klaus smiled as Y/N strode to his side and the pair hurried off towards the van. The same thoughts and anxieties that flooded their minds when they left Dallas floated in their minds like a veil of mist that clouded their vision, but this time was slightly different. Sure they had many miles ahead of them, hardly any money to afford the trip back, were in dire need of sleep, and didn’t know the way back, but they knew where they were headed and why, and they had each other, and that was enough for now.

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