#Bobby was always a fast learner

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"I'm admittedly partial to more fiery forms of magic."

#Sebastian Sallow #Hogwarts Legacy #Sebastian Sallow ai #ai Art #When the Chaos Comes #PUBLIC NOISE #Spotify #he looks so young #brings me back #“Otherwise forbidden spells.” #“Like the Blasting Curse.” #so inappropriate #so addictive #it may take you a while to get the feel for it #just mimic his wand movements #stick to the target #Bobby was always a fast learner #got a tad hot

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Johnny Lawrence and Bobby Brown best cobra kais, did i lie??

Anon, while this is a perfect opinion, I cannot possibly pick favorites when I adore them all sm.

Like, they’re all so darling to me for different reasons and I just can’t sweep any of them aside 😭 Now, if you mean best fighters—there isn’t a lie.

Ron actually knows Karate, so he put on a swift and more accurate performance. Billy was just a fast learner and has the leg flexibility of a Bratz doll.

I think Tommy would have gotten better over time and made it to their level. I think Dutch is too aggressive and just tries to bull his way through his fights which doesn’t work in a sport that needs a real strategy (he reminds me of a chihuahua that growls if you even look at it<3). And Jimmy I think was always doing karate for the fun of it. We didn’t even get to see him fight in the tournament:( I think he’s a great observer which is why he doesn’t talk very much (delusional) and can probably pick up on things pretty easily, so if he really wanted to be champion or Kreese’s favorite, he would have been more upset being at the sidelines rather than jittering with happiness when his buddies won.

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oK, AU where Luke looses his voice, like, really looses it, mute, like forever, when he is 15... very close to turning 16, idk, car accident? He doesn’t talk about it, Sunset Curve was already a thing, but after that they couldn’t keep going so now it was just sort of a hobby for them, and Luke still writes music, and lyrics, but he can’t sing them.

The boys all know sign language, actually, Reggie teaches them all, including Luke, bc his sister is deaf, so they all have it covered. But there are exceptions, when Alex is just having an anxiety episode Luke will just let him talk all he wants until he calms down so that he can actually talk to him, when Reggie is tired after spending yet another night awake bc of his parents fights happens the same, and when Bobby is sad or just really out of it he’ll grab him by the shoulders so that he knows he can talk.

This is also why he is so affectionate, physically, he had always been but after this he just tries to find more ways to show his friends he loves them without words.

Also, the boys are amazing, they love him and they try to do everything they can so that he feels comfortable.

Damn this is gonna be long... sorry....

THEN HE MEETS JULIE

They seat next to each other in class, and she is confused bc he never talks to her, and she has never heard him talk, the teacher never asks him anything and still, he seems like a really enthusiastic and loud person, which he is, in his own way.

So after a couple of weeks she asks him something about the class and he writes it down on a paper, she’s again confused and he notices so he laughs and writes down “mute” and she goes “oh.... cat got your tongue I assume” which is... such a dad joke but he still laughs like it’s the best joke ever

So they become friends, they teach her sign language, she’s a fast learner and then she finds Luke’s songbook, she knows about the guys and the music but she didn’t know luke used to sing and she definitely didn’t know he wrote, so she starts reading them and signing them so quietly útil he hears her

And he’s so happy bc he hasn’t heard his songs in such a long time, so he cries, and then Julie joins them and she sings with them

Also, I’m this thing, Bobby is still part of the band, Alex is a rich only child, Reggie is the oldest with three little sister and has ADHD, Flynn is there and she is like best friends with Reggie too, it’s like those situations in which u have two best friends and they don’t know each other, well that happened with Julie and Reggie, Ray is still the Dad for basically everyone and Reggie calls him dad way more times than even Julie, by “accident”, Willie is a kid from another school, and idk, I love Luke x Reggie but is anyone were to use this AU for whatever reason, I don’t really care what ships anyone likes better, use whatever... yeah I think that’s it.... this bitch is long, again, sorry

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LONG ASKS BECAUSE YOU DELIVERED!!!!!!!! SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS !!!!!

#ask

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Things You Do Together

My dad is currently making me sit through the Jefferey Epstein documentary so I’m struggling a bit but I FINALLY got this out ;-;

Naruto~

You had always adored taking nighttime strolls through the city, but you’d always gone alone. Now that you had Naruto you were hoping that could change. You were a bit nervous at first, your boyfriend always seemed exhausted when he got home and you didn’t want him to lose sleep he so desperately needed.

When you did eventually ask, he thought the idea was great, in fact, he wanted to go out that very night. You were thrilled, to say the least. The one you loved was walking with you under the stars. Plus, there was something about the way he was softer and quieter on these nights, letting you see a new part of him.

He really did love their midnight walks, every time he saw your happiness, your wide smiles under the gleam of the moon… he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you each time. These were both of your favorite times, you guys got to see each other, and the city, in a different light, figuratively and literally.

Sasuke~

Everyone who knew about you and Sasuke’s relationship assumed you guys bonded over training exercises and had sparring dates. That much was true when you first met and when your relationship was new, but now you guys had a completely different activity that brought you closer.

You thought your habit was kind of geeky at first; sometimes you’d tap out your thoughts in morse code on whatever surface was closest. It hadn’t taken long for Sasuke to realize that the tapping wasn’t just a random pattern, and he needed to know.

Needless to say, you guys had a lot of fun tapping out conversations and then gasping like “WHAT?!” while your friends assumed you two had finally lost it. Eventually, morse code didn’t challenge either you enough (not that your unique habit stopped) and you guys began to study and learn codes together. Not only was it fun, but it was helpful for missions.

You guys even managed to get the basics for sign language and often used that as well. You both were competitive and eager learners, so it really suited you both.

Neji~

The stoic mask that Neji wore in public, was non-existent when he was with you. Things that no one imagined him doing had actually become his hobby, thanks to you.

No one really questioned how Neji’s skin stayed flawless. Not a single pimple, zit, or blemish of any kind. You’d been begging him to tell you his skincare routine because there was no way that was natural.

But as you spent more time with him, you’d realized his skin wasn’t as perfect as you thought; he was prone to dry skin. Oh, you had a field day when he walked into your home, horrified at the sheer amount of face masks you had in your living room.

After a few times, Neji started to see the results of the masks and other treatments. His skin was the healthiest it’d ever been. The two of you did a lot of research on skincare, and it became an official thing for your guys. At least two days a week you’d get together and have your ‘self-care day’.

Because seriously? There’s nothing cuter than Neji with his hair in a messy bun and a green mask on his face.

Shikamaru~

As lazy as Shika was, he tried his best to put effort into spending time with you. Even though the two of you had initially connected over being lazy, you guys had come a long way and had found other ways to entertain yourself.

It was his idea really, he had always had a fascination with baking but had never taken it up because all the work was a drag. You were thrilled when he asked you about it, though. Cooking was one of your strong suits and you two spent the whole day in the kitchen. He didn’t mind in the slightest, however, you were so excited to be spending time with him, plus you were a great cook.

His favorite part was definitely eating the treats with you, you both felt so accomplished after a good day and you had taken to donating fresh goods to those in need. His friends were surprised, to be honest, they’d never expect him to go out of his way to work out and do such things.

What could he say? You were changing him slowly for the better.

Kiba~

Contrary to popular knowledge, Kiba didn’t take Akamaru everywhere. The two of you had made it a regular thing to go swimming, just you and Kiba, lazing around in the water under the bright sun.

Just like a dog, if it involved water, Kiba was down. The two of you would spend hours swimming and playing around in the water together. At first, it was spontaneous and neither of you did much preparation, but it quickly became a Thing™. You packed snacks, water guns, toys, you name it, you had it.

You knew the best fishing spots, the times that the lake/beach/river would be empty or packed… the two of you went all out for this hobby. It was a workout, but it was also fun and playful, as well as romantic, in its own way. (Akamaru tries not to be jealous)

Gaara~

Before you say gardening- (WRONG) Gaara loves stargazing. When he was a child, he was always alone and he would watch the stars and constellations because they were the only things that stayed with him. *sob* However, when he watches them with you, it’s different. He used to wish on the stars, wish that he’d have his own personal star in his life.

In short, stargazing with you means a lot because he wished on those stars for you. You’re his star, his sun, his life, and he wants you to know it. The two of you will usually lay on the roof of your home or the Kazekage building, whichever is more convenient.

Gaara has the habit of talking to the stars the way some people do to people’s gravestones, but only after you fall asleep. Due to his insomnia, he might not sleep until a while after you, if at all so he contents himself with holding you and keeping you safe.

Kakashi~

Okay if you’ve seen Kakashi’s Tragic Back Story™ you know he was cooking himself gourmet meals before we were out of our chicken nugget and fries for every meal stage. So he’s definitely the Bobby Flay of Konoha and he still loves to cook.

It’s become a thing for you two to hold regular cooking competitions. (Pakkun judges) Although it’s a lot of fun, you two take it seriously. A three-course meal, you have to have all your supplies prepared before the competition and no outside help.

It’s a great way to keep a playful element in your relationship and also to be sure you always have food (cause Kakashi can’t take care of himself). Sometimes, on your more competitive nights, the competition ends up being a food fight that he always seems to win.

~Akatuski~

Pein~

Nagato, when he was younger and was first was on his own, met a dog he named Chibi and was very fond of him. The dog ended up killed not long after and that was another tragedy that pushed him to closer to the edge.

However, animals, dogs especially, remind him of happier times. So, whenever he wasn’t too busy, he would take you to Amegakure and go to various animal shelters to visit the pets.

Both of you knew the animals would never go back with you (Hidan liked to sacrifice animals, Kakuzu would throw a fit, and Sasori would fight the decision) but it was nice and calming to be around the cute pets. Pein was oftentimes softer and more open during these visits and he was looser with his speech and mannerisms.

By the time you left, you always felt more connected to him. It was always a great day when the two of you went.

Deidara~

It’s easy to forget since he was forced to grow up so fast as he was recruited to the Akatsuki from anywhere to 11-15. Something I believe he would enjoy due to his childish personality is building forts.

He has a creative streak a mile wide and he would pull all the stops to make a fort palace. Kakzuzu nearly has a heart attack when he sees how much was spent on blankets and pillows.

The two of you spend hours changing the living room into a massive fort with a minibar, an art nook, and many other mini rooms. You and Deidara will spend the night in there just doing teen things, all the things you were missing out on.

At first, Hidan and Kisame had no qualms about messing up your creation but they quickly learned to hold your hobby as sacred as you did when their room was destroyed.

In short, the two of you are able to be kids together and bring the inner child out of you to two.

Masterlist

#naruto scenarios #naruto shippuden #reader insert #kakashi x reader #naruto x reader #sasuke x reader #neji x reader #kiba x reader #shikamaru x reader #gaara x reader #deidara x reader #pein x reader #nagato x reader

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• ROHAN WASTI•

IG info/bio: @/niceguyroasti | 175k followers | Just here for a bit of fun 🤹🏽‍♂️! They don’t call me the brown handstand king for nuthin, mate 🎪🤸🏽‍♂️

(23) 25 (26) years old

From Wolverhampton, England

Before you ask...no he’s never met Liam Payne but Rohan’s sure he’s a great lad. (He was asked this question in one of his lives, he secretly thinks it was talia from one of her secret burner stan accounts lol) He’s got a nice tune with a boogie w da hoodie that he likes??

Anyways...he’s of Pakistani heritage

His mother used to work for a printing press company until she along with 15 other employees were laid off back in Sargodha

She was out of work for months becoming a stay at home mom (which his father initially wanted) 

While his father continued in ironwork

They uprooted their family to the uk two years later after Rohan’s father also got laid off

Rohan was about 7 years old when they moved to Wolverhampton

he picked up on the English language faster than his parents

Always a quick learner

He has two younger brothers

Who are really his cousins/friends of the family that his parents brought home from Pakistan after their parents passed in a tragic accident

he was eleven years old when he met them at the airport and was super excited to have sibs! & even encouraged his mom to let him buy them something they would like sort of like a ice breaker which they seemed to appreciate 😭

His parents wanted him to major in software engineering or any form of engineering really but that quickly became a “hell no” vs “hell yeah” after those courses started to rot his brain?

So what does he do? He decides he’s gonna major in psychology instead!

That seems more of his speed? Kinda? As long as he’s not dealing with that hardware shit then that’s cool with him tbh

Psych held more of his interest since he doesn’t have a issue with the whole science aspect tied into it but it’s deff lengthy and can be draining sometimes too

He doesn’t psychoanalyze everything like our girl marisol does

marisol will be like “hmm...you’re distributing narcissistic behavior based on your superego more than your ego ya know?”

but Rohan will either think it or think nothing of it and just continue to go with the flow lol. He’s that kinda guy

Why was he majoring in this in the first place? Just to say he had the degree in something maybe?

He’s 50/50 thinking he’ll just get the degree he’s halfway there but he really wants to be part of the circus

And now has circus themed tatts that he’s proud of thank u

Always had the obsession with all that comes with the circus, he had his paternal grandfather to thank for that

His grandfather used to juggle along with other forms of entertainment but mostly juggling on the street back in Pakistan to earn $ since there were a lack of jobs

The atmosphere there also was what got him into doing handstands cause why tf not

You can absolutely guess that the acrobats, trapeze acts, and tightrope entertainers are his favorites to watch

His parents just assumed it was a hobby of his and never took him serious even tho he openly said growing up that’s something he would like to do in life

He now understands the purpose of “freak shows” even tho he can honestly say those parts of the circus used to terrify him until he learned that not everyone is the same and there should be no shame in that

He will train on the side until he finishes his degree to make his parents happy but he knows he truly belongs in the circus and that’s where he will be someday whether his parents approve or not— after all this is his life

Lives on campus and is currently looking for a flat off campus to share with a roommate or two (he thought about asking jake & Tim but decided against it FOR NOW)

Mostly had temporary and odd jobs to get by each semester, has not had a steady job due to fully being a full-time student

He’s tried to be a full time student and full time employee (working as a package delivery man) just to burn himself out and never attempted to be a part time employee. It was not something he could handle sorry

His mother spoils him...he’s a bit of a mama’s boy

When it comes to relationships, it never seems to be what he thinks it is? One moment things are going great then the next he’s in the friend zone so he’s never quite sure where he stands with his significant others?

Which is why he thinks it’s safe to always start off in the friend zone or unintentionally puts those who have interest in him in the friend zone because that’s what’s comfortable to him

however if he’s really into you & you’re showing that you’re into him but it’s causal dating or whatever u want to call it? & you up and decide to pick the other over him catching him off guard he’s gonna be in his feelings about it 100% ex.) how he picked erikah over mc the 2nd time around and felt some type of way when erikah hopped on reeses dck

he wants communication even if it’s hard

and he wants someone to love unconditionally and for them to love him back

Definitely likes to sweep his loves off their feet

Especially when he’s kissing! The whole dipping you while you kiss, hand on the small of your back, or hands gripping your waist while he’s pressed up against you. Probably likes to bend you over things or have you pressed up against objects as well—Sign me tf up

I feel like he’s always warm and his hands are surprisingly soft with how many handstands he does in a damn day

He purchases hand moisturizing gloves

can always hold his own weight

enjoys core exercises

Will carry you on his back or his shoulders if you need to see better at festivals/concerts

He’s sexually fluid

It’s canon/hinted that something went on between him & jake when mc walked in that we missed by a few seconds or even a minute but I do think he’s attracted/was to jake and it’s canon that jake is bi bby

Plus he got excited when mc suggested that he’d date jake if jake doesn’t find someone in the villa so BOOM 🤗

Always active as a kid trying to do flips and shit likes he’s doing parkour much like Bobby ending up with bruises, scrapes, and surprisingly no broken bones? Well maybe scratch that last bit out...He did crack his head open a little bit once giving his mother a heart attack but his mother doesn’t dare speak of it — haram!

Loves his sleeveless shirts and silver thick chains

Keeps a five o’clock shadow + might grow a little stubble here and there, feels like it’s part of his signature look

Won’t grow a full beard due to the racism/prejudice he witnessed his father, grandfather, uncles, and cousins go thru!

Will spend coin on some aftershave, none of that cheap shit when it comes to that! Sorry he takes pride in his facial area

probably went thru a mild case of cystic acne when puberty hit & had some insecure moments when it comes to his appearance & still has moments where it’ll hit even tho he beat it thanks to some remedies but tries his best not to let it get to him

He knows how to manage his $ but can splurge every now and then but will never showcase what he has — that’s v corny to him to be overly flashy. He’s looking at y’all @/leggy @/jasper/@/miles

Doesn’t take high quality photos of himself, it’s always zoomed in or extra zoomed in photos—yup he’s got that type of feed

Regrets putting mc in the friend zone & wishes he put more effort in making things work with erikah

But slowly learned to be happy that she’s with Reese even if he wasn’t at first. He really thought there could have been something for him & erikah

he secretly thinks their “relationship” is superficial & based off of shallowness and lust. What else do they have? Nothing that he could have given her but what’s the point in being bitter over this?

Reese is a shit stirrer that thinks he can get anything he wants because of the way he looks & if he knows outside info that he can use again you, he WILL

& erikah? He doesn’t know where her head is at majority of the time. She likes to throw rocks then acts like she didn’t mean to do it but why do it in the first place if you didn’t mean to? + she seems to lose interest fast if they don’t fit her standards besides their physical appearance...yeah Rohan caught all of that

So did she even genuinely like him or want to besides what he brought to the table physically? Who knows

He just thinks people deserve their chance at happiness and he possibly could have had it if he wasn’t standing in his own way...and he absolutely won’t stand in anyone else’s way if they don’t see potential happiness with him

He’s cool with cherry but deep down he knew there wouldn’t be anything long term between him & her after some time. She’s a beautiful/hot girl but she wasn’t his type + he didn’t like how she portrayed herself in the villa even tho she claims there was more than what meets the eye when it comes to her

she proved that to him which she didn’t HAVE to!!! outside of the house and they actually remained friends unlike the now growing distance he has with erikah

I cannoned that him and Hannah give it a go. I think they’d be cute together? She told him from the moment they met at a festival that they were now dating after they ended up holding hands but he didn’t take her seriously since she was a little drunk?

She messaged him two days later asking him when they were going on their date and that was enough for him to give it a go

They only lasted for a couple of months since they outgrew each other slowly but surely. ‘Not all things are temporary,’ he had to remind himself

It was no bad blood thankfully and they continued to be friends with him wishing her well on her new relationship with Carl. He was genuinely happy for her as he always was for his friends

Cannot cook for shit but makes the best coffee with cinnamon & cardamom

once tried to make Aloo Chaat but with a twist! With the use of Potato Skins instead! for a family dinner party and his mum almost sent him home due to the insults his father spewed at rohan trying to fool them all that it was his wife who prepared such a thing

It is evident that his father only enjoys his wife’s cooking

he still makes it for himself when he’s starving despite what his father thinks

Is fluent in Urdu, English came second

Never ashamed of his culture although his father thinks he is...

His fav shows are misfits + the IT crowd and he is currently watching & enjoying truth seekers + mr. selfridge since Tim recommended it to him ofc

his fav American show is the challenge

when asked what his fav American movie is, he got dragged since ppl assumed it would be the greatest showman but he can’t take all the singing...musicals aren’t his thing sorry

But he’ll bust out a rap only if Tim & jake are around, he rarely does it alone

Even looked into producing music for fun but never took THAT seriously

closest with jake & Tim, doesn’t have much of a relationship with the other lads 🤷🏽‍♀️ but there’s no real beef with anyone he knows how to let shit go

But you’ll never catch him having a chat with Reese or following him back on ig. What they had to say to each other was already said and done so?

If erikah agrees to get engaged to Reese, he’s happy for her but cordial to him

if she doesn’t end up with Reese, he’ll be her shoulder to lean on if she needs it

his love language is physical touch with a splash of acts of service

Commonly sleeps curled up, his mum says he was like that in the womb as well—(same dude)

He’s probably a good 5’9 - 5’7 on bad days

Is he a Pisces? Idk

His signature cologne is probably Antaeus by Chanel which is described to have notes of: lemon, lime, coriander and sage w. A blend of thyme, basil and rose

Loves black pepper, specifically garlic, onion, black pepper, and sea salt all mixed together

has a vitiligo spot on the right side of his lower spine that is commonly covered with the waistband of whatever bottoms he has on

has a pogo stick

Wants to go skydiving next, has gone bungee jumping—which was such a adrenaline rush!!!

probably knows a few tips on how to survive in the wild or if the apocalypse hits...you can never be too sure

If he ever gets a pet he might get something like: Satanic Leaf tailed Gecko, Kinkajou, or a Pac-Man frog. He likes being different okay

he actually enjoyed season 3 despite the negative remarks made about it. It was “different” basically drama free which was a shocker knowing how production likes to take things take a shot every time ro explains his decisions/opinions as such lol

BUT he won’t go as far to say he liked it better than his season yet he did enjoy keeping up with it. He def has a crush on iona, aj, vieve, Camilo & tai

Yasmin actually joined one of his lives, which he doesn’t do too often but he couldn’t sleep one night and thought he’d give it a go. She’s quite nice & quiet but he ultimately felt calm around her + they bonded over bohemian lifestyle & his love for the circus + a little about their cultures

Long term goals? He doesn’t have a set timeline of when he wants everything to happen because pressure is not fun

but he wants to be in love and loved back, wants to be married, wants to have kids, wants to try out the circus for awhile and if that doesn’t work out he can always fall back on his psych degree—he just wants to be happy and share that with someone, that’s one of the biggest adventures he can possibly have

His anthem = Blxst, “No Love Lost”

#litg #litg3 #litg Rohan #I’m replaying s1 again and I still dislike erikah but we’ll discuss that later when I do her hcs #I’m also trying my hardest to meet sammi! #they did us dirty and ofc ro dirty cause he’s a catch and deserved more screen time than Levi’s ass #mason is nonexistent if you’re not on his route but I’m not complaining too much about that still not crazy abt his ass either #litg headcanon #litg mc #litg oc #litg headcanons #it’s easier for me to do the girls this season for whatever reason lol I’m gonna have to search hard for doing the guys if I choose to #litg jake #litg erikah #litg Tim #litg reese #litg iona #litg aj #litg genevieve #litg camilo #litg camillo #litg tai #finally finished this after this sat in my drafts for almost a week and some change now #litg s3 #litg Bobby

[birbry]

So my brain did this thing...

I had a dream which was a flashback of my little brother who was months old and me who was barely five and suddenly out of nowhere it changed into a pre-series imagine in which barely-five-year-old Dean took care of literally-not-even-a-year-old Sammy. And I woke up with tears in my eyes, so obviously I decided to write down so you guys can suffer with me.

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John tried to take care of baby Sammy for only like the first few months but as soon as he found out about the supernatural and he was taken over by madness and the want for revenge, he stopped bothering much. The reason Dean is so good with kids is because had been taking care of one when he himself was a kid. John probably only changed Sammy’s diaper the first few times and Dean would happily let him do it, but when John had started going on hunts during the day Dean had to do it himself. Sammy would cry when he was hungry or need a diaper change and Dean would get irritated so he would start mocking his crying which would result in Sammy to stop and glare at Dean with big puppy eyes and then start laughing (idk, used to work with my brother) Sammy was a smart baby and a fast learner so eventually as grew, he stopped crying, he would tug at Dean’s arms and make baby noises and Dean understand and would feed him or get the diaper and baby powder accordingly.

The Winchesters used travel a lot in the beginning as John would only be out during the day and come back in the night. Sometimes they would go to Bobby’s but not very much. John would rent a room with two queens, he would pass out tired and drunk on one and the boys would sleep on the other one. Dean would have one arm under Sammy to support his head and the other one placed lightly on the baby’s stomach. he would place a knee right below his little brother’s little feet, this way it would prevent the baby from moving around. Dean would pat Sammy’s arm in a rhythm as he hummed “Hey Jude”. As Sammy had turned three, John had started going out on long trips, so now even though the the other bed would be unoccupied for days, the brothers had gotten used to sleeping like this. By now Sammy had started walking and talking in complete sentences and he would talk about how he wanted to learn things, so Dean borrowed some books from school (idk how)  and would read Sammy stories or teach him colours and shapes and stuff before they went to bed. Sometimes Dean would asleep while reading because he didn’t always get the amount of sleep a kid his age should so Sammy would make sure Dean wasn’t sleeping in a uncomfortable position take the book from his hand and flip through the pages remembering everything his brother had told him. When he was ready to sleep, he would keep the book aside and then snuggle at his big brother’s side and lean his head on his chest and fall asleep.

At times, John would wake up and look at his boys sleeping peacefully and he would smile but he would be overwhelmed by regret and foolishness as he woke up Dean and and give him instructions, as always. He would kiss their cheeks and their foreheads as he headed out for the next couple of days. It was a habit that vanished as the boys grew up and so had John’s frustration and alcoholism.

Sammy and Dean always slept like this until Sammy had started going to school where he would listen to his classmates talking about their cool beds and their rooms and he would be a little envious, so he started insisting that the he and Dean would sleep on different beds. At first, neither of the brothers were very comfortable with this new arrangement, so they would sleep on the edges of their beds. Sammy would still have trouble sleeping so he would ask Dean to sing and Dean would smile and sing his favorite songs and Sammy would fall asleep listening to his brother sing. So the brothers had always been subconciously reaching out for each other while sleeping even before either of them had nightmares.

And that’s it, I woke up after that.

#supernatural #john winchester #john winchester's a+ parenting #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #pre-series spn

[ego-driven-one-wing-angel]

FF VII - Headcanons | #10

ANON: I got an AU request for you! How would Genesis, Zack, Sephiroth and Vincent act with a Miquo’te! s/o? I love those feline features and I wonder how the boys would feel about those. 

A/N: In my official master list I point out I usually don’t write AU’s, but this one was too cute not to write about! I hope you enjoy it~

Keynote: I’m making it as if the Seekers of the Sun and Keepers of the Moon are a culture found in Gaia much like in XIV. I also imagined the Seekers of the Sun in particular because, personally, they were my favorite aspect when regarding Miqo’te, and if you want a Keepers of the Moon version you can always request it!

Thanks again~

TAGS: Universe Alteration, (AU)

GENESIS RHAPSODOS REACTING TO YOU BEING A MIQO’TE INCLUDES:

If it’s at a time where he already found out he’s part of an experiment, he’ll find something to connect with you on being different. I would imagine, even in Midgar, there aren’t many Miqo’te to be found, so you’ constantly be under the watchful eye of spectators and strangers. You’ll be able to bond over being physically different from the others.

Since Genesis is such an avid reader, I would also come to believe he’d enjoy learning/reading on the history of the Miqo’te and the Seekers of the Sun as a whole. The different culture would differently spark his interest.

He’ll both enjoy and detest your tail flicking around. Sometimes it’s an easy way to guess your emotions when he’s having a hard time reading you. But he gets so ANNOYED at your tail at night. He’ll be trying to sleep and slap, a tail whipping him right in the cheek. One morning you find your tail duck-taped to the mattress. 

ZACK FAIR REACTING TO YOU BEING A MIQO’TE INCLUDES:

Finds it cute. But if you’re together he’ll constantly bring up the joke of being “a dog person” simply because he enjoys your reaction every time you’re forced to listen to it.

Zack is the type of person who can’t settle down too long, he has to keep doing something all hours of the day to occupy himself. Whether it be training, working, doing something with you, so you’ll never get bored with him. You can keep your feline attention drawn to some of the most interesting things offered in Midgar because of him.

Will just have a real swell time on how you’re ears flicker at the smallest sounds. As an experiment to see how well you can adjust to sound, he’ll have someone drop a bobby pin, a pen, a paperclip two floors up just to see how absentmindedly your ears perk up towards the noise. I’d also find it hard to believe he wouldn’t try to poke them just to see them flicker while you’re taking a nap or something.

SEPHIROTH REACTING TO YOU BEING A MIQO’TE INCLUDES:

If you were blessed with two different irises, he’d be pretty entranced by them. Actually, he’d be interested in your eyes regardless. He’ll find the slit irises to be much like his own, but he’d also enjoy how different they are in comparison. Like how you’re eyes react to the sun, or light in general, how they seemingly glow in the moonlight, the cast of orbs at the right angle. 

Much like Genesis, I’d feel he’d be drawn to know a lot about your history as a culture. Only because so few Miqo’te live in Midgar. He’d want to know the background of the Seekers of the Sun, why so many of them isolate themselves despite being surrounded by people. He’s an avid learner, and the more knowledge he has, the better.

He’d also enjoy your quick wit. Not many people can rival Sephiroth’s dry humor, but you’re agility and intelligence racks up kudos points in his book. Finds it rather entertaining and new when someone is right back at him with wit and roasts.

VINCENT VALENTINE REACTING TO YOU BEING A MIQO’TE INCLUDES:

The isolation aspect would be his favorite. Simply because he’s not pressured to pull out of his normal routine of being by himself. He can stay in his pattern, the only difference is you, sitting right at his side. He wouldn’t mind the extra chatter, but he'd also be relived to know you can entertain yourself once in a while.

He’ll also appreciate the feline agility. He’s more nimble and quick than most, so having you being able to follow him without slowing him down is a plus. One time you beat him to a destination just to prove how fast you really are, and you swore you saw the smallest of smiles form.

Because Vincent isn’t really human anymore, and technically, neither are you, you’d be one tough couple when paired with one another.  You’re advanced hearing and instincts help out Vincent more than he’s letting on. And if something comes for the two of you in the dead of night, chances are, it won’t live past morning. 

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[mesmusae]

@storiesofthenight​ asked “ 🤍 + Jo/Dean “ ; Meme

Who cooks meals for the other?

I think it’s mostly Jo. But Dean takes breakfast sometimes. It’s cute.

Who spams the other with memes?

This is definitely Dean. I think especially when he’s not working and she is. He just blows up her phone. 

Who likes to tidy around the house?

This one is definitely Jo. 

Who likes to play pranks on the other?

So I think it starts with Dean. He’s definitely the prankster. But Jo is a fast learner and starts getting him back. Then it’s not recommended to be in the house. because it’s a risk that it’s been bobby trapped.

Who asked the other to move in with them?

Jo asked Dean. Though...it was more of an offer before they were a thing.

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

Dean. Driver picks the music and passenger shuts her pie hole xD

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

I feel like Jo once she learns Dean’s spots. But also Dean.

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?

They’re hunters, so scary movies aren’t really scary. But Jo. She still holds on to Dean

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

I feel like Jo would be the one slightly more tech savvy.

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

Dean. This feels like Dean.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

I think because of the shifts she’d work, Dean definitely wakes before Jo. And he definitely lets her sleep. 

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

So I think that Jo has a digital camera she uses. But when Dean gets a smart phone, it’s just full of pictures of her.

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

Dean. I feel like it’s dean xD

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

I think Jo is a secret snorer. But I also think that Dean could be too...So really it’s a race to see who falls asleep faster. 

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

I think that Dean and Jo are likely equally good and both are merciless.

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?

I think this would be jo. But it’s more like she’s just getting home. 

#[out of character mess] #storiesofthenight #[ship: jo and dean]

[katehuntington]

Title: Ride With Me (part fourteen) Fandom: Supernatural Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: ±6450 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.  Summary part fourteen: Y/N and Dean go on a midnight ride in order to stay with the migrating herd. But when she tries to unravel if Dean is ready for a relationship, she might not like the answer she receives. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: ‘Road To Perdition’ - Thomas Newman (night ride scene), ‘Saturn’ - Sleeping At Last (star gazing scene). Check out ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With  Me playlist’ on Spotify! Author’s note: It’s about damn time, ain’t it? Thank you @kittenofdoomage, @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish​ and @winchest09 for helping me. You girls are awesome betas and friends. 

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     “Yankee?”      His voice is barely a whisper, a little rough around the edges. It’s just enough to bring her back from the deep sleep she’s in, but not enough to take her out of a blissful slumber. The second time her nickname falls from his lips, it wakes her. Groggy she lifts her head from her folded up sweater that functions as a cushion, squinting her eyes in the direction of where Dean’s voice came from. She can barely make out his silhouette. It’s still dark outside, the moon being the only source of light. He has zipped open the tent, peeking inside carefully, not wanting to intrude. It’s clear her sleepiness amuses him, because even in the darkness she can spot his grin.      “What time is it?” She rubs her eyes.      “2.30,” he informs, keeping it down in order not to disturb Macy, who Y/N is sharing the tent with.      “Why did you wake me?” she groans, falling back on the thin mattress.      Dean chuckles, deep down feeling guilty for disturbing her sleep. After yesterday, he knows that she needs every minute she can get.      “You heard Benny; last one in the water gets the nightshift,” he reminds her.      She grunts again, shimmying deeper into her sleeping bag, nowhere near ready to face the morning, or should she say night. Cool air slips passed the head wrangler into the tent, adding to her reluctance to get up.      “I let you sleep for as long as I could, but the herd is movin’. We have to tail them,” he responds, sympathetically.      “We?”

     Y/N pulls the sleeping bag down to her nose, looking over the hem of her warm, comfy cover. Only her eyes are visible, even in the dark they stand out. Dean smiles at the comical sight.      “Yeah, we. No one rides out alone, remember? Certainly not at night,” he reminds her. “C’mon. We can’t let the horses wander off. We might lose them again if we wait.”      “Give me a second, I’ll be right out,” she promises, the prospect of a ride alone with the cowboy awakening her instantly.      “Alright, I’ll tack up Joplin,” Dean offers. “Put on somethin’ warm, it’s cold outside.”

     Dean disappears again, zipping the tent down to the ground. In record time Y/N shrugs out of her warm cocoon and wiggles her way into her jeans while laying on the mattress, since she can’t stand straight in the small tent. She puts on several layers of clothing; a long sleeved shirt and her sweater over it. Without waking Macy, she exits the tent, her boots and coat in hand. 

     The night is brisk and feels like it’s edging towards freezing temperatures, but not just yet. As the cowgirl pulls her boots on her feet, she notices her breath coming out in humid clouds, the air she exhales warm. She makes quick work of rolling up her sleeping bag, getting the hang of tightly and sufficiently packing it in the cylinder carrier that comes with it. After putting on her hat, she joins Dean in the makeshift paddock, where he tightens Joplin’s cinch. He’s wearing his leather stockman coat, the same one he wore on that rainy and dreadful Monday morning when the cattle broke out.       “I’ll be right back with the mattress,” she notifies, before turning back to the tent.      “Leave it, the others can take it with’em in the morning.” He lowers the stirrup back down, taking the sleeping bag from Y/N when it is handed over. “We have to travel light. It wouldn’t be the first time that I had to ride all night in order to not lose track of the herd.”       Y/N listens to him, shaking off the chill that runs up and down her spine, quick to put on the rain coat that Jo borrowed her. After taking Joplin’s reins, Dean moves over to Ted, leading the gelding out of the pen. He makes sure the rope is secured and that the other horses can’t get out, then circles Ted to mount him from his left side. As soon as he has a higher perspective from the horse’s back, he peers to the west. By the time he glances back at Y/N, she has settled in the saddle as well, holding her over-excited mare on the spot.       “Ready?” he checks.      She nods, glancing up La Barge Canyon as well. “Let’s go.”

     The riders of the night cross the creek where it’s shallow enough, trotting up the trail between the hills. The climb is steep for the first couple of hundred yards, but then it levels out. Caged between rock formations, Y/N glances up at the dark blue sky. Faint beams of moonlight break as they fall through the canyon, but she doesn’t have time to linger. Joplin is fresh, reloaded after yesterday’s trail and ready for another round. Eagerly, the dark horse gains on Ted and his rider, and Y/N has to correct her in order to keep a safe distance.      “You okay back there?” Dean glances over his shoulder, the sound of frustrated hooves from behind triggering him to grin.      “Yep, she’s just a little--” Y/N sits out a buck. “- worked up.”      “Take the lead, that might calm her down,” the wrangler suggests, moving his hand that holds the reins to the right, giving her room to pass.

     Y/N takes that offer gladly and the second Joplin is at the head of the company of two, she stops cantering and continues to jog up the trail. Her rider pats the feisty horse on the shoulder, rewarding and calming at the same time. The gesture causes a smile to pull at the corner of Dean’s mouth, as he watches the skilled cowgirl finding her way through the rough terrain. It’s such a joy to watch her, to see her work with a horse. She never loses balance when Joplin leaps to the side or prances with excitement, always ready to absorb any sudden or unexpected movements. Her riding is elegant, with small, barely visible aids. She has a seat with so much contact, but without being smothering, without tensing her muscles or using force. A fast learner too, because she owns these mountains, despite the times she’s ridden out here can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Dean can’t stop watching; damn, she can ride. 

     Fifteen minutes later, they reach Black Top Mesa, a large plateau between Battleship Mountain in the east and the Superstition Mountain in the southwest. When the surface evens out, Dean clicks his tongue, rallying Ted on to transition to a canter. Joplin picks up the sound of the head wrangler too, turning her ears back at Dean before gaining speed, not bothering to wait for Y/N’s signal. Afterall, she has known Dean to be her leader much longer than the intern.       Y/N isn’t intimidated by the bubbly horse, however. Instead she shakes her head smiling, controlling the pace with her seat and reins to remind Joplin she still has a rider on her back and that she would like to have a say. There is a proverb well known amongst equestrians; tell a gelding, ask a stallion, discuss with a mare.

     The two horses canter across the terrain, long shadows behind them, the grassland draped in silver for as far as they can see. Dust clouds in their wake, the rustling of dry vegetation beneath them. A steady one-two-three beat of hooves, every stride the same soothing rhythm. Goosebumps run down Y/N’s arms, but it’s not because of the low temperature here at higher altitudes. It’s because she’s living in the moment. It’s because she’s aware of everything around her, her senses picking up and her mind memorizing the scents, sensations, sounds and sights. She had it a couple of times before, the last time being in the ring with Meadow, during their winning round at the championships. She was alive then and she’s alive now. The wind in her hair, a horse underneath her saddle. Dean is right, this is exactly where she’s supposed to be. Not behind a desk, studying, going over business plans and theses, plotting out a successful future. The thing is, you can’t plan feeling this free. You can’t find fulfillment in a book. You can’t buy happiness. 

     Y/N glances over her shoulder, finding Dean right by her side. The hard lines by the corner of his eyes are soft now, just as the evident frown that worry draws, whenever he ponders about the ranch and the people working there. The handsome man seems peaceful, contentment in his eyes. When he catches her glance, he smiles warmly and she knows that he’s experiencing this moment exactly the same. Maybe it’s because they both have reached this point in life simultaneously, that the entwinement is possible. 

     The land flows, like waves on the ocean. A break in the mountainous landscape, a calm before the storm. Saguaro cacti stand tall, their silhouettes like towering stick figures, guarding the Black Mesa trail. The two riders lower the pace, because several hundred yards away, the herd grazes in serenity. Some of the young horses lay down, while others stand on one hind leg, resting the other on their toe, head low and relaxed. One stallion stands on the side of the group, keeping an eye out. 

     Dean stops Ted, taking in the sight. He can’t make out who’s who from this distance, certainly not in the dark, but he knows every single one of the horses. Some of them he witnessed being born, others came in at four, maybe five months old. He’s curious how they turned out now that they have grown, if their character, their ways and expressions remained unchanged. Not one horse is the same, neither is their way of developing. One thing he does know; they always surprise him when they come back from the fields. The little ones sometimes end up having the biggest heart, while the large ones turn out to be scared of everything and need the gentlest touch and encouragement. Training the greenhorns, the horses who have little experience in life, is more than a challenge. It’s a journey. 

     He glances aside at a hill, which overlooks the lower end of the plateau.       “We should settle down for a bit now that we can. They aren’t going anywhere for at least a couple of hours,” the cowboy suggests, hinting at the look out he spotted.      Y/N nods and moves her reins right of Joplin’s neck, steering the mare away from the path. Dean follows and eventually they stop by a stray Yucca tree, both silently deciding that this is a good spot to take a break. The head wrangler lowers himself from his horse, the long flaps of his coat swaying around him when he has both feet on solid ground again. The spurs on his boots jingle in the silence of the windless night. He takes his flask from the saddlebag, handing it to the young woman in his company, who takes the bottle without contradicting him. After drinking a quarter of it, she passes it back, leaving more than enough for Dean. 

     He ties the horses to a fallen tree trunk on top of the hill and brings back the sleeping bag that he tied behind Joplin’s saddle earlier. On a horse, moving and working, it’s easy to stay warm. But the early autumn nights up here can be treacherously cold. It doesn’t seem to bother the girl from the North too much, though, who is watching the mystical portrait in front of her, enjoying the tranquil world. Nevertheless he unfolds the sleeping bag and, after approaching her from behind, wraps it around her body. Allowing his hands to linger on her waist, he presses a soft kiss on the junction between her shoulder and her neck, smiling against her skin when she melts into him. 

     Dean rests his chin on her shoulder then, his western hat tilting to the side when the brim buds against hers. She laughs and takes off her black Stetson, turning in his arms, wearing the warm padded blanket like a cape. Amused, Y/N reaches for his hat, but before she can straighten it, the cowboy slips his fingers over the crown of the custom made Resistol. The playfulness in his eyes dies down slightly, making space for a message even more meaningful and sincere. The two wranglers stand opposite of each other in the middle of the wilderness, under a billion galaxies, when Dean takes off his hat. As a token of his ever growing fondness of the woman before him, he goes to place the Resistol on her head, gently, without breaking away from her gaze. She allows it, her eyes never leaving his. It’s a little too big for her, but it doesn’t matter. Y/N knows that he’s not trying to be funny. No, this gesture says more than a writer could describe in words or than an artist could paint in an image. This is him, claiming her as his. 

     Rendered speechless, the cowgirl stares back at him, eyes full of wonder telling Dean that she understands. He has never been a man of many words, especially when it comes to expressing emotion, but that’s okay, because he can let his actions speak for him. He wants her to know how he feels about her, he wants to show how much he cares. The cowboy leans in, dipping his head below the brim, closes his eyes and kisses her. Her body stills and he can feel her lashes brush his dry cheek. It’s a sweet moment, just long enough for him to feel her warm breath on his lips. Dean doesn’t intend to deepen the kiss. It’s a confirmation, adding strength to his message. Dean’s mouth pulls into a smile before he leaves her. He knows there will be obstacles to face, he knows tomorrow they’ll ride home. The cowboy doesn’t want to think about that, though. The only thing on his mind is that right here, right now, she’s with him. 

     His fingers slip down the sleeves of her coat, his thumbs caressing her knuckles once his hands hold hers. They’re cold; no wonder, because the temperatures are low at this time of night.      “Wish I could build a fire for us, but I’m afraid it would scare away the horses,” he admits.      Her smile spreads into a grin, mischievously.      “I can think of other ways for you to keep me warm,” she flirts.      Dean cocks his eyebrow at her, taken aback by her boldness; looks like someone is gaining confidence. He chuckles then, flustered. He can’t wait to explore that side of her that rises to the surface every now and then, but not tonight. He might have gotten lost in the moment when they were alone by the creek yesterday, yet he wasn’t lying when he told Benny he wants to take things easy with her. What is growing between them, is not something he wants to rush and ruin. 

     He leads her to the base of the Yucca tree, where he settles down by its roots. She follows suit, adjusts the fold out sleeping bag over their bodies while he leans back against the bark of the desert tree. He puts a sheltering arm around her, pulling her in. Clutching the hem of the warm blanket between her fingers, she moves her hand up towards his chin, making sure he’s covered and warm himself. A deep sigh flows from her lungs and she snuggles into his side. On the first evening of the trail, she got nervous just thinking about sitting next to the head wrangler, afraid to invade his personal space. That same personal space has become her safe haven in a little over twenty-four hours. She rests her head against his firm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.             For a long while they don’t say anything, simply enjoying each other’s company. The peaceful silence of nature is soothing, even though there is so much life during the desert’s darkest hours. Dean rubs his thumb over her shoulder absently, a thousand yard stare focused on the herd. He then tilts his head back, glancing at the sky.       “Wanna see somethin’ awesome?”      Y/N lifts her chin, curious about his proposal. He shifts to meet her gaze, a playful smile on his lips.      “Close your eyes.”      “Why?” she wonders.      “Trust me,” the wrangler insists, shutting his as an example.

     Y/N shrugs and does as told. For a long moment she banishes any light from entering her pupils. They dilate behind her eyelids, almost to the size of her irises. She lays her head in the comfortable crook between Dean’s chest and his shoulder.      “For how long?”      He smirks at her impatience. “A little while.”      “How do I know when to open my eyes?”      “I’ll tell you.”      “When?”      Dean laughs now, the delightful rumble reaching her hearing.      “You need to learn to let go, remember?”      Y/N sighs, giving in to what she cannot control. She relaxes against him, only moved slightly when the cowboy’s chest expands and deflates with every breath he takes. It could be seconds, maybe even minutes, but right before she doses off, Dean softly squeezes her arm.      “You can open them now.”

     She does, and what she beholds, takes her breath away. Her eyes got used to the darkness, allowing her to pick up even the tiniest glint of light. Above her, past the crooked branches and pointy leaves of the Joshua tree, countless stars decorate the night’s sky. Clear, sparking orbs, some bright, some faint, but more than she has ever witnessed before. A bundle of galaxies form a ribbon of silver that curves across the dark blue canvas, constellations radiating their figures down on the small and humble beings that they are. The longer she watches, the more solar systems she discovers. Some still exist, others are long gone, but their brilliance is still on their way to earth, which allows her to behold their beauty as long as the light travels.       “It’s beautiful,” she whispers.      Dean agrees, admiring the spectacle as well. He’ll never get tired of it, staring at outer space for hours on end. It’s something he has done ever since… He swallows thickly. Ever since Mom passed away.

     She always looked up at the sky and told him that angels were watching over him. It was his uncle, though, who taught him about the stars. About cowboys of the Wild West, who used them to navigate across uncharted land. Dean must have been five years old at the time, maybe six. It wasn’t long after the house fire that took his mom’s life. He spent some time at the ranch with Dad and Sam. Bobby and Ellen took the broken family in without hesitation, until Dean’s father slipped down hill further to a point of no return, the loss of his wife consuming him completely. 

     Before John dragged him and Sammy away from the only place besides their childhood home where they ever felt safe, Bobby shared something that he never forgot. He told him, ‘When the angels took your mom to heaven, she got a star. Not just some star, but the brightest one of all.’ His uncle would sit in his rocking chair on the porch, while Dean laid on his back in the grass, staring up at the infinite darkness. He pointed out a solar system that night, and told his nephew that’s where his mom lived on. And that whenever he would miss her, all he had to do was look up, and she would be right there. 

     The make believe offered him comfort for many years, and now that he thinks of it, it still does. He passed the fairytale onto his little brother when he was old enough and star gazing became a thing that they did together. It was the constant in their lives, because it didn’t matter if they lived in a motel, a trailer park, a shelter, or a barn, that significant star was always shining bright when it got dark. Sammy must have been seven when he found a book about Astrology. With the literature in his lap he would look up at night, way past bedtime, and try to identify Mom’s star. Eventually he learned its name: Vega. Sapphire blue, visible in the north east in April, high overhead in August on their mother’s birthday, and in the northwestern quadrant of the sky on December evenings. Despite the moon being almost full, she should be visible tonight. 

     Dean lets his eyes roam over the countless galaxies. He finds Cygnus embedded in the Milky Way, Hercules east of the silver wave across the darkness. Right between those two landmarks, hides a small constellation known as Lyra. One of its stars shines brighter than all the others,  a white blue dot of light blinking at him. He smiles, sadly. There you are, Mom. 

     “Penny for your thoughts?”      Dean is pulled away from the bittersweet memories by Y/N’s kind voice. She steals a glance, reading into his quietness, his mimic that shows a trace of hurt, his slightly faster heart rate, but noticeable nonetheless. He meets her gaze, but then averts his green eyes back to the sky.       She nudges him carefully. “You okay?”      “Yeah… I’m alright.”      In stillness they lay together, Dean contemplating if he has said too little, Y/N if she has said too much. All of a sudden the silence isn’t reassuring anymore. Words are left unsaid, emotions pushed down and insecurities force themselves to the foreground. The longer the pause drags on, the heavier it gets. 

     Y/N runs her thumb along the hem of the sleeping bag, her clenched fist still resting on his chest. The voices in her head grow louder, because she knows he is holding something back. He’s not the kind of guy to express his feelings, the kind who is comfortable with talking about the past. She learned that quickly after the fight he had with Ash on that dreadful Monday, a couple of weeks back. Only when she stormed off angrily after Dean blew up on her, he allowed her to see only a glimpse of what haunts his mind. They had many conversations after that day, most of them light and funny, others more layered. But when they touched subjects like background, family or childhood, it was always about her. Whenever the question turned on him, the cowboy would dance around it, either with a joke, or a dodge so smooth, Y/N barely noticed. Add all those moments together, though, and it becomes a pile too big to sweep under the carpet. 

     What is it, that makes her so difficult to talk to? Is it that he doesn’t trust her? Is it because he’s afraid she will judge him? Or maybe because he doesn’t want her to become anything more than just a girl he can hook up with, making any form of deep conversation completely unnecessary. Y/N closes her eyes as her mind begins to spiral, the magic gone, the sky full of stars forgotten.      “Yankee?”      The thoughts that belittle her stop for a second. As the doubt grew, she subconsciously hugged him a little tighter in the process, desperate for comfort. That must have gotten his attention.      “I can hear the gears in your head turning.”      She looks up at him now, carefully. Trying to read the suddenly timid woman in his arms, Dean continues to rub his thumb up and down her arm, hoping to offer her some consolation for whatever she’s afraid of. Something is bothering her, and he’s aware that it most frankly has something to do with him.      “What is it?” he wonders, when she lifts her head from his chest and sits up.

     Nerves tangle her stomach in knots while she keeps her eyes fixed on the hat he gave her and now lays by her side. The hat he offered as a symbol of his heart, or did she imagine the underlying message? She doesn’t want to ask him, afraid of the truth, yet she cannot deal with the uncertainty either. Knowing is better than not knowing, at least that’s what she tries to tell herself as she turns to face the man that has her so confused.      “Tomorrow, when we ride back to the ranch, what’s going to happen?”       Dean tilts his head slightly, his brows drawing together as he takes her in. “What’d ya mean?”       “I mean, what are we gonna do about this...” She gestures between him and herself, her movements frantic. “Whatever this is.” 

     The cowboy breaks eye contact and perches his lips slightly, his teeth pulling at the inside of his cheek. Uh-oh. This is the conversation he hoped to avoid. She wants to label it, needing that insurance, that security. The thing is, he’s not sure he can give her that. She doesn’t have the slightest clue who he really is and apparently he can’t bring himself to tell her either. Christ, he can’t even talk to her about his Mom, let alone all the rest. How can you commit to someone if you are unable to tell the truth?      “Y/N, listen…”      It already hurts. He has barely said anything, but already the way he spoke her name tugs at her heartstrings. For a second she waits for him to continue, but when he becomes quiet once again as he tries to come up with the right thing to say, she can’t stay patient any longer.      “Y - you have to admit that we won’t go home the same,” she stammers. “Not after what happened between us.” 

     The warm sleeping bag has shifted, one half pooling in her lap, the other half still covering his body. As he watches her pick at a loose seam, a small smile forms at the corner of his mouth. Home. She called the ranch home. Not Freeport, the town on the other side of the country where she was born and raised, but Gold Canyon, right around the corner. Somehow, her giving the ranch that simple four letter title without a second thought, boosts his confidence. He reaches for her hand, stopping her from tearing the tread any further.       “You’re right. It won’t be the same,” he says, calming, then scoffs, unable to believe what he’s about to admit. “I don’t want it to be.”      A perplexed stare flicks up from their hands to meet his eyes. When she sees the softness in them, the warmth, her worries somewhat ease and she dares to speak again.      “What do you mean?”

     Dean shakes his head lightly, his teeth catching his bottom lip. He directs his attention to her hand again, tracing her soft skin, trying to find ease in the rhythmic motion, as much as he tries to assure the woman who he’s in love with. But he can’t say that out loud, can he? He doesn’t know how, not really. He grew up too fast, faced with responsibilities that weren’t for a child to carry. There wasn’t room for him to express how he felt, and when that river overflowed every now and then, he was ordered to man up.       Bobby and Ellen did their best to teach him, by giving him a safe home, stability, time to heal, and love to fill the gaping hole in his heart. He solemnly believes that without them, he might have never made it out. But everyone knows how the saying goes; old habits die hard. When you’ve lost so much, letting people in becomes terrifying. He wants to be brave, though. Letting her go is not an option. 

     “I’m not sure,” he starts off. “I just know that, right now, this - this thing between us... it feels good.”      His eyes are a different shade of green under the moon. When the sun is relentlessly shining down on him, they are fiery emerald gems, while by firelight the colors of his irises remind her of the forest, of moss growing on fallen trees. But when it’s night and everything in the shadows is draped in a hue of light blue, she sees the ocean in them, sea green waves rolling ashore. Y/N can’t look away, and thankfully, he doesn’t either. This thing between us… it feels good, he said.       “So, are we…?”       She leaves the blank open, not brave enough to call this a relationship just yet. Dean sits up a bit and shifts until he’s comfortable, the sleeping bag falling from his upper body. He doesn’t want to let go of her hand and keeps the physical connection intact, especially since he can't answer her with a straight up ‘yes’. God, he wishes he could.       “I want it to be,” he admits. “But I don’t wanna jump the gun here either.” 

     Dean can tell that he’s lost her the second he added ‘but’ to his sentence, the disappointment surfacing instantly. She breaks away, her pretty smile fading together with her optimism.       “Y/N, hey…” The cowboy squeezes her hand and when that doesn’t help, he reaches for her chin, curling his index finger underneath and lifting it gently. “That has nothing to do with you, hear me? Thing is… I’ve never really gone steady before. I - I didn’t want--”      “- the attachment?” She cuts him off, disheartened. 

     Dean’s eyes bounce over her features before his touch leaves her face. Needing that connection to ground him, he lets his fingers trace hers again. She feels cold, much like the tone in her voice just now. Thankfully she doesn’t pull away. Contemplating on what he could say that won’t make it worse, he takes another breath.

     “It wasn’t just that,” he confesses, “I... I guess I never met someone who I wanted to, y’know, ride into the sunset with.”      Y/N chuckles at the corny metaphor and Dean smiles softly, glad that the comment got half a laugh at least. He’s not sweet talking her, though.       “You mean a lot to me. You know that, right?” 

     Their eyes meet again, his full of wonder, hers astonished. The genuine words hover between the two wranglers, adding to the silence of the night as they hold each other’s gaze. Y/N wasn’t expecting that reveal, not with where the conversation was going. Did she know he cares about her? She hoped he did, yet she was careful to assume. Of course he looked after her while they were at work, he’s her supervisor afterall. But that’s not what he’s aiming for here, is it? He also sought her out whenever he could after the long hours, clearly enjoying her company. Then they went on this trail and they finally gave in to the longing. That kiss… his hands on her body; it changed everything. The way he claims to care for her now, is on a different level. Him giving his hat is one thing, him flat out admitting it, is another.      And so his words are met with a smile, first small, but steadily spreading wider, until it reaches her eyes. He returns it, his mind put to ease. Slowly but surely, getting the message across becomes a little less intimidating.

     “That’s the exact reason why I don’t want to dive in head first. It’s not that I can’t make up my damn mind. I--” He sighs, collecting himself before he allows the vulnerability to seep through the cracks. “I just don’t wanna screw this up.”      Y/N watches him, her heart hurting for the handsome cowboy. She wonders why he would think so low of himself. Why he would think that he would ruin the very thing that’s blossoming because of his ways with her. Now she reaches out, her fingers gently enclosing around his forearm.      “Dean… You won’t,” she tries to comfort him.      But he scoffs cynically, averting his gaze to the mountains in the southwest.      “Yeah, well… Wouldn’t be the first time,” he returns, his gravelly voice a little darker than she remembers it.

     The silence that follows carries on longer than either of them want it to last. Y/N watches him, pulling the warm sleeping bag closer around her, the ground underneath her radiating coolness into her muscles. It saddens her to see the guy, who she knows to be all for laughs and fun, so despondent. His shoulders are slouched and his eyes are fixed, but aren’t registering anything. It’s a blank stare, but the woman opposite of him has a hunch what he’s thinking about. She gives him space to find his words, but when he doesn’t, she decides to help him take a step in the right direction.      “Is this about your family? The one before the ranch?” she asks, cautiously.      Dean doesn’t answer, but looks down, his jaw flexing. The cowgirl opposite of him knows enough.      “Look, I don’t know what happened back then, and if you don’t want to talk about that, it’s okay. But Dean, I’m not going to up and leave.”      “Yes, you are,” he returns, his pained eyes stunning her when he looks up. 

     She’s quiet now and then the pieces fall into place; he’s scared. He’s terrified that he will lose yet another person who is dear to him. He’s not wrong, she is planning to go back in five months. This internship is temporary, that’s a given. Or is it?      “I might move back, yes,” she confirms, unintentionally underlining the word ‘might’. “That doesn’t mean I’m just gonna drop you like a hot brick. You mean a lot to me, too.” She exchanges a glance, the endearment in her expression soothing him. “Besides, I can’t predict what’s coming. Who knows where we are in five months time.”      Dean chuckles. “Says the one person who has her entire future plotted out.”      “Until a certain cowboy messed with the coordinates.” Y/N raises her eyebrows at him, playfully. “Besides, you keep telling me that I need to let it be. It’s not bad advice, you know?” 

     The head wrangler thinks about that for a minute, glancing at the herd further down below. She has a solid point; he’s been reminding her to loosen up and give in to what she can’t control ever since she arrived here. Then why is he going against the very philosophy he preaches?      “What if we do exactly that? What if we just… take it slow and see where this goes?” he suggests.      “Test the ice, you mean?” Y/N verifies, receiving a puzzled look from the wrangler. “That’s what my granddad used to say, instead of ‘test the waters’. Ice is more applicable where I’m from anyway.”

     Dean watches her, a small, bittersweet smile forming on her lips as she remembers her grandfather’s words. Looks like they both lost someone who had, and continues to have, a big impact on their lives. He rubs the pads of his fingers over her knuckles sweetly, pulling her back to the present.      “Would that be alright with you?” he asks, carefully.      She ponders, deep down not entirely sure if she wants to settle for that. He needs time, she understands that, but if there is anything that she finds difficult to accept, it’s uncertainty. Without his full commitment, faith is all she can hold on to. Faith that this is what’s best for them. Faith that one day, he will believe in himself, too. Y/N breathes out, letting the anxiety leave her chest.      “I can work with that,” she agrees, content.

     Relieved, Dean matches her expression. Fully aware of the huge step she is taking, he counts his blessings. He won’t lose her, not today. Thankful, he reaches for her.      “C’mere,” he says softly.      Willingly she leans into him, his bandaged hand cupping her cheek. The kiss that follows is sweet and gentle, assuring her that he will make it worth the wait.       Dean leans back between the roots of the Joshua tree again, pulling the sleeping bag over her shoulders  to fully cover them again. Her delicate hands slip under his leather stockman coat, warming them using his body heat. He sweeps the hair from her face first, then folds his strong arms around her. When their lips part, he stares straight into her soul, the stars above him twinkling in his bright eyes. For a while she lingers in that moment, but then tucks her head under his chin, her cheek against his collarbone. She closes her eyes when he kisses her hair, treasuring the feel of this very second. It’s not long before her respiration eases to a slow and calm pace, fatigue gaining ground.

     “Why don’t you get some more sleep?” Dean proposes, noticing how tired she is. “Benny and the rest won’t catch up until morning.”      “Wouldn’t be fair,” she mumbles. “You slept less than I did, and I have the night’s watch.”      “I’m okay,” he assures. “I’d rather have you sharp and rested tomorrow. We’re gonna be in the saddle for at least twelve hours.”      “Sure?”      He nods, his scruff tickling her forehead when he does. “Yeah. I’ll keep an eye out.”      Y/N yawns, unable to fight the sleepiness if she wanted to. Slightly cold, yet comfortable, she snuggles closer. It doesn’t take long before she drifts off in the comfort of his embrace. 

     The cowboy rests his head back against the bark, careful not to fall asleep himself. He watches the midnight blue, infinity peppered with countless lights. One specific star captures his attention and he smiles. He’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to accept the mistakes he made in the past and leave them behind. His start in life wasn’t exactly smooth and he hasn't accomplished much either. But damn, he sure as hell lucked out with Y/N. It amazes him how understanding she is, how she’s willing to accept him, despite his many flaws. She has only seen the tip of the iceberg, but still, she’s here in his arms. He has to make this work. Ignore the obvious, ignore that she’ll go back to Maine next spring. Because deep down, he wants her to stay. 

     For a moment he wonders, if Mom is smiling down on him. If she’s proud. Because after the literal hell he wandered through, of all of life’s achievements, he found himself an amazing woman, who is kind, who is patient, who wants to be with him. If this isn’t fulfillment, he doesn’t know what is.

You girls still alive? 

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[libbyweasley]

It's Wednesday, which I've decided is WIP Wednesday! So, in celebration, in one of your current WIPs, what is your favorite line or section you've written (with or without context is up to you) 💙💙💙

Thanks for the lovely ask! And it used to be Wednesday (sorry I'm so far behind). 

This is a part of a fic I'm going to start posting soon -- 

 Jemma led the way to the greenhouse, her private space for thinking and doing her research. The way her skirts swung as she moved did nothing to hide her agitation and it made Bobbi smile. Not that she wanted Jemma to be agitated, but that she had the ability to make her feel that discomfort. Men in general had always been a threat to their friendship, but Fitz and Hunter were the first solid proof they had that it was more of a reality than a threat. Kisses turned into promises and the next thing they’d know, they’d probably both be married and never get to spend the kind of carefree time together like they did now. And Bobbi wasn’t going to let that happen without showing Jemma what was possible. And showing Jemma was always the preferred option, otherwise she’d overthink it. “Here they are, right over here.” “Jemma --” She turned and Jemma was there and then their lips were pressed together. She couldn’t have said which one of them had moved first. Bobbi had meant to, but she actually thought it had been Jemma. The kiss was sweet until the moment Jemma’s tongue traced her lower lip. Then there was a hint of fire that sent a tingle through her. Jemma certainly was a fast learner. She moved her tongue against Jemma’s and inhaled at the gasp from her lips. It was everything she’d hoped it would be...and so much more.

#asks #wip wednesday #kaytikazoo

[euariel]

⟨ ARON PIPER. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, ARIEL MUELLER is actually a descendent of H E R M ES. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old ASTROPHYSICS MAJOR from AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & SELFISH.

STATISTICS

FULL NAME: Ariel Mattiás Mueller de Fonollosa

AGE: Twenty-Three

DATE OF BIRTH: July 27,1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: Bilbao, Spain

GENDER: Cisgender Male

PRONOUNS: He/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Doesn’t know / anything that breathes

RELIGION: Agnostic

ATTRIBUTES

HEIGHT: 5'11

WEIGHT: 170 lbs

HAIR COLOUR: Brown

EYE COLOUR: Brown

TATTOOS: Has a small sun and moon on his chest, has a constellation on his forearm and a wing behind his right ear.

PIERCINGS: Left ear pieced

SCARS: Small scar on his knee from being a child

BODY TYPE: Athletic

PHYSICAL HEALTH: Healthy

             ariel mueller was born in amsterdam to a spanish mother and a german father , or so he thought he was his father but to this day he respects william more than hermes on any good day. his parents were con artists , thieves which is where ariel’s love for thievery began.  ariel lived his whole life with a set of rules so he’d never get caught , but no matter what ariel just seemed to be impossible to catch , trace or anything that could remotely get him caught.  it definitely wasn’t good for the ego , which he had from an extremely young age. however, his father wasn’t so lucky and would often go in and out of jail while his mother would stay watching the young boy. in that time he’d grow close to his mom as she taught him how to gamble and do sleight of hand ---- you know , normal things for young boys.

            their life in amsterdam wasn’t anything extraordinary , his dad was pulling in money by conning and began to teach alex how to fake cashier’s checks and other things at a very young age. after all , no one suspects a child of forgery. ariel went to regular public school , but was a very fast learner , but was kind of lazy.  when he was about six he could remember weird people coming and going from their small home , they were always nice to him but he got curious.  he was pretty handy with a bobby pin ( you would think that a con artist would be handier ) but ariel finally got to see the beginnings of the big plan and he was all in , but his parents didn’t know. 

                ariel’s thievery became more advanced the older he got and he began feeling watched about the age of ten , it was an odd feeling that he tended to ignore but it was still around. his hubris matched hermes , if not surpassed his but at the age of thirteen hermes finally made contact which confused ariel who went to confront his mother.  she told him the truth and he felt conflicted and despite hermes’ offer to go to camp half blood ariel denied because he felt hurt he waited till the last year to make contact.  

                  it wasn’t until he was seventeen , the summer after high school and before his eighteenth birthday that the big plan was finally set to take motion. the big plan was to produce and steal from the royal dutch mint. the heist started on a wednesday morning , his father didn’t want to deal with a large number of people.  his father also didn’t let anyone know ariel was his father — for his safety and assigned everyone roman gods and goddess names his own being jupiter and ariel’s being mercury. things went smoothly and not so smoothly , but they all managed to get out relatively safely with millions of dollars split between the six of them until things went south and his father got caught whale ariel once again got away and he was resentful over the fact that he was safe and his father got sent to prison. his mother stayed home and when he appeared she urged him to go to eonia since hermes had told her his hubris was getting out of control. 

                    so he went to eonia at nineteen, his mother thought he would have done accounting or business but for some reason he was always attracted to the stars. he always did his best work at night and loved learning about astronomy so he decided to become an astrophysics major which he excels at. 

Quick Facts:

he’s a leo — do i need to say more? he’s actually really chill , but is also a little shit raised by a con artist so he knows how to please people.

loves to sing a little too loudly in the shower and play air guitar. He knows how to play actual guitar and cello.

he has major hoe vibez, i feel it

has a very quick mind, almost has eidetic memory but also forgets to take his daily vitamins do i don’t know how that would work

he’s not mad at his dad, he loves him with all his heart, has no problems with loving people — he just doesn’t want to because his heart was broken as a teenager.

but also has commitment issues and an identity crisis almost every month but he keeps those to himself

the heist he was involved in and his capture was really big internationally and only relatively big in the u.s so someone is bound to recognize him

he also thinks he’s always right and is probably more beautiful than aphrodite’s kids and he has no problem telling you. 

Connections: 

fwb

friends who love space too

fellow thieves / criminals

someone to be a good influence

someone who he can be a bad influence to

an ex that lasted like a week max

his platonic soulmate

literally anything pls and thx

#euintro #i love not making graphics bc i dunno how

[virtutiae]

⌠ RUDY PANKOW, 23, CISMALE, HE/HIM⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ALEXANDER MUELLER! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in “MACGYVER” SURVIVAL SKILLS & NAVIGATION + COVERT OPERATIONS; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( chunky gold rings adorning their fingers, mess of blond hair, confident steps and fake smiles ). when it’s the (leo)’s birthday on 7/27/1997, they always request their BACON CHEESEBURGER & FRIES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

hello everyone! i’m yadira, i used to play a bunch of characters but i sucked at time management so i had to leave, but i’m back! this is alex, he is a character i thought about one night when i couldn’t sleep. it’ll be obvious what my main inspo was, but i hope y’all like him. feel free to message me on discord or im me for plots, i will try my best.

STATISTICS

FULL NAME: ALEXANDER ‘ALEX’ MUELLER

AGE: Twenty-Three

DATE OF BIRTH: July 27,1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: Las Vegas, Nevada

GENDER: Cisgender Male

PRONOUNS: He/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Doesn’t know / anything that breathes

RELIGION: Agnostic

ATTRIBUTES

HEIGHT: 5'11

WEIGHT: 165 lbs

HAIR COLOUR: Blond

EYE COLOUR: Blue

TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: None

SCARS: Small scar on his knee from being a child

BODY TYPE: Athletic

PHYSICAL HEALTH: Healthy

             alexander mueller was born to two loving parents , who just so happened to be con artists. he was born in las vegas where his parents made most of their cons to gamblers , but moved around various states when he was born evading the authorities. however, without his father’s knowledge his mother got into trouble with the authorities where she attempted to evade them but was killed when alex was only about one. his father had made alex and himself passports and moved permanently to belgium where he began to construct ‘ the big plan ‘. his father never actually told him what the big plan was , until much later. 

                 their life in belgium wasn’t anything extra ordinary , his dad was pulling in money by conning and began to teach alex how to fake cashier’s checks and other things at a very young age. after all , no one suspects a child of forgery. alex went to regular public school , but was a very fast learner , but was kind of lazy.  when he was about six he could remember weird people coming and going from their small home , they were always nice to him but he got curious.  he was pretty handy with a bobby pin ( you would think that a con artist would be handier ) but alex finally got to see the beginnings of the big plan and he was all in , but his dad didn’t know.

               alex was well liked in the city he lived in , he fit right in as a child , but as he started to grow up and began to get more involved with his father’s plan he began to rebel more. his father would play the honorable father who would pretend to discipline alex but pretty much let him roam free. alex even formed a band with a couple of people from his school when he was about fourteen , they were pretty well known around belgium and had a few international listeners. ( their best hit was a cover was baby one more time by bowling for soup , if you know you know ) 

                 the big plan was to rob the federal reserve of belgium ( can you tell where i got my inspo ? ). this plan was to take place when alex was 20 , alex was to attend college for about two years , get an internship at the reserve to see its inner workings. which he accomplished , his father made sure to finally include alex in the inner workings as young as 14 so he could keep his grades up but not drive too much attention to his name --- despite his growing ‘ fame ‘ because of his band which he named something angsty like cool strife or something like that. 

                  the heist started on a wednesday morning , his father didn’t want to deal with a large number of people.  his father also didn’t let anyone know alex was his father --- for his safety and assigned everyone roman gods and goddess names his own being jupiter and alex’s being mercury. things went smoothly and not so smoothly , but they all managed to get out relatively safely with millions of dollars split between the six of them and they left to different parts of the world. alex and his father ended up in argentina and they were there for a couple of months before alex got cocky and interpol began to track him having comprised a timeline of the happenings , too many coinsedences. as soon as alex began to feel watched , he hid the money in the dark of night and was arrested that night and much to his surprise his father had already escaped.

                   alex was ‘ questioned ‘ for several days straight , but the united states wanted to take him to trial in the states because he is a us citizen.  he was tried and found guilty of too many charges to count. before being taken to folsom state prison he was approached by an agent , a recruiter for blackthorne heavily impressed with his skills --- they had been watching the heist from his father’s monitors.  alex called bullshit and literally spit in their face enraged at the offer from any form of authority.  however , folsom was not kind to him and he only lasted a month before using his one call a month to contact the agent once more and he finally went to blackthorne --- and hated it. 

quick facts:

he’s a leo --- do i need to say more? he’s actually really chill , but is also a little shit raised by a con artist so he knows how to please people.

loves to sing a little too loudly in the shower and play air guitar.

has new found respect for johnny cash since his stint in folsom.

he has major hoe vibez, i feel it

has a very quick mind, almost has eidetic memory but also forgets to take his daily vitamins do i don’t know how that would work

he’s not mad at his dad, he loves him with all his heart, has no problems with loving people --- he just doesn’t want to, he thinks he’s too young

but also has commitment issues and an identity crisis almost every month.

the heist he was involved in and his capture was really big internationally and only relatively big in the u.s so someone is bound to recognize him

connections:

someone who knows him from the germany area or outide , he did travel a lot before he hit 20

someone ( an encryption major ) who he is using to try and find his dad

fwb

someone’s parent / alumni who helped in his capture

someone who befriends him trying to get some of the money he hid

someone who listened to his music / went to one of his shows

blackthorne best bud

gallagher best bud

#gallagher:intro #i still have no photoshop skills #death tw #drugs tw #prison tw #it got long and complicated

[everythingirl44]

💖✨When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers. (Non-negotiable, positivity is cool!!)✨💖

Thank you Bobbi and Lily @daisylincs for the ask! Gosh it’s such a weird thing talking about myself. I do it all day but ask me to put it on text and nothing.

1. I like that I can quickly adapt to situations. I’m definitely not a fast learner when it comes to book stuff, but I think I do well changing depending on the setting.

2. I’ve been told I can’t cook, but last I checked when I cook people eat it. My mom is the one who says I can’t cook. I always say back no I can’t put random stuff in a pot and hope it turns out good. I can follow a recipe to the T and cook you a meal. Long story not so short I like that I CAN cook.

3. I really, really like my skin. I’m lucky to not have a lot of acne or uneven skin coloration. I pride myself on taking care of my skin by putting on sunscreen and washing it every night.

4. I like that I’m open minded and accepting of people. I love my friends unconditionally and hope that they know they can tell me anything.

5. It’s weird but there a story behind it. I like my feet. NOW LISTEN. I used to be a dancer and I never got to do point. So I still have nice dancers feet. It’s super weird but some of my friends feet are messed up because of dance so I got lucky with it.

#thanks for the ask #💛💛💛 #gracie nonsence

[stusbunker]

Mobster!au 😘

Mary always wanted out and with John, she thought she had found her way.

But even Mary Campbell couldn’t escape the web of criminals her father had been involved with. She was killed to settle a score, with barely a trail for her grieving husband to follow.

John was a fast learner and he raised his boys to be just as thorough and decisive.

Sam went to law school to keep the family safe. Getting charges dropped or sentences shortened to keep as many of them out of prison and active on the street.

Dean is in charge of arms, designs and distribution.

They have cops on the payroll, old friends that work to protect their assets and asses.

Bobby stepped in as head of the family when John passed, not because Sam and Dean were incapable, but because he wanted to keep the target off their heads for as long as possible.

But then came the day that Mary returned, having faked her death to protect her boys. She is now Bobby’s silent partner, an assassin that leaves no trace behind.

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[kyuala]

ikon as sugar babies

sugar daddy version here

jinhwan:

seemingly perfect sugar baby

fancy ass bitch but he's good with his hands so you're not complaining

will want to fuck on a bed full of 100-dollar bills at least once

has no problem interacting with your bosses during company dinners or even act as a beard at family functions

asks for stuff in bulks and you're like ??? then you find out he's been selling your shit on ebay

1/2 of scammer duo w/ donghyuk

if you terminate the arrangement he'll show up at the next company dinner as your boss's sugar baby

yunhyeong:

the personification of Expensive Taste

has a carefully tailored profile on every single sugar baby sns ever

took online sexting classes

you lowkey mad cuz he spends all your money to get button-up shirts that all look the same

asks you to take him to fancy expositions then you spend all your time taking pics of him with the pieces

always hints at stuff he wants then gets pouty if you don't understand it

truly believes he was born to be a sugar baby and refuses to get a real job

bobby:

always asks for trendy clothes and a new pair of headphones every week after he inevitably breaks his

absolutely do not bring him to company dinners. just don't

all your friends wanna have him as a sugar baby too

the sex is so good you consider getting a joint account everytime

coincidentally takes off his shirt everytime you try to end the arrangement

thinks he can go anywhere by yacht just bc you gave him one

is aware this is nothing serious but still daydreams about marrying you

hanbin:

caught feelings before you even mentioned the money part

never ever asks for money unless it's for real serious stuff, like rent or his sister's tuition

acts like he doesn't like to be given gifts but you've caught him sending pics of them to his group chats more than once

claims he's only doing this bc he's absolutely broke but stays with you after getting a decent job

the only sugar baby on the planet to gift you back with non-sexual presents

you need to teach him a lot sexually but he's a fast learner

gets resting bitch face when you remind him y'all have nothing serious

donghyuk:

never asks for money but when he does he uses aegyo

he knows he's cute and he ain't afraid to use it to get some new kicks

he's got 5 other sugar parents but you're the only one he interacts with in real life

lowkey a scammer. 1/2 of scammer duo w/ jinhwan

stunts on social media and shares sugar baby memes with 👅 in every caption

always available to satisfy your needs

kinda high maintenance tho tbh

junhoe:

communist in the streets, capitalist in the sheets

"money is not the end all be all, we must all occupy ourselves with greater worries" faced ass

then he asks for 300 bucks and throws a tantrum if you don't give it to him

never directly asks to be given money, just says he wants to "hold some" for you

updates his facebook status to in a serious relationship after you tell him it's not a serious relationship

knows how good he is with his lips and will use that to his advantage

tries to finger you under the table during your company dinners

chanwoo:

rejected 17 other offers before getting to you

avoids seeing you in real life in the first weeks bc he's afraid of being murdered

prefers money over gifts so he can invest it

likes to keep the sex part to a minimum so he feels less like a prostitute

but every time is a spiritual experience tbh

you can't bring him to company dinners bc your boss will want to hire him

goes on to become a sugar daddy himself and deadass refers to you as his "mentor"

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[unhingedandi]

Hello! I participated in the aos Rarepair exchange! I wrote for @robotgort I combined both of your prompts so I hope you enjoy this! Never written for Mackelena before so this was fun, I hope you like it!!

The Piece I Was Missing

Elena’s life was routine. She gets up in the morning, goes to work, goes home, and repeats. When she first moved here, to this new and strange country, it felt like everyone around her was moving at a faster pace and she was being left in the dust.

She had always been a fast learner though, so she caught up quickly.

Now? Life was boring. There were no races anymore. No race to find a house, to find a job: those races had ended. And she had won. So now, she was ahead and bored.

She voiced her complaints to Daisy, one of her close friends and also her roommate, who only replied with, “You just need to get laid.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “Why is that your solution to everything?”

“I’m serious! If you’re so bored, spice things up a bit! It’s what I did.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “And look at me now.”

“Wow, an annoying and unhelpful friend, exactly who I wanna be,” Elena sarcastically quipped back, flicking a hair tie at her. “You just got lucky that your experimental phase landed you a girlfriend.”

“At least I have someone. When was the last time you were in a relationship, hm? Or at least…you know… got a bit naughty?” Daisy wiggled her eyebrows, laughing when Elena threw an entire pillow at her. “All I’m saying is, you can’t change your life without changing. Dude, if you do the same thing over and over every day of your life, obviously nothing’s gonna change. You gotta go out and do something. Meet people. Try new things. Figure out what makes you…not bored.” Daisy shrugged again and settled back into the couch, seemingly having decided that that was enough pep talks for one day.

Elena was quiet for a moment, dwelling on her words before slowly nodding. “I guess you’re right. Though change for me isn’t gonna be sleeping with every man and woman that looks at me.”

“Hey, it got me Piper. No regrets.”

When Elena drove home the next day, she passed by a cluster of stores and decided to stop. In all of her almost five years of living there and driving past the area, she had never stopped by. It was time for her to take Daisy’s advice, and change up her life a bit.

She walked along the sidewalk, seeing different clothing and jewelry stores. She paused a few times to look through windows, finding a few interesting things here and there. She passed by a music store, staring at the instruments and thinking about what it would be like to learn. Maybe that was what she needed, a bit of music to mix things up.

Elena had almost worked up the nerve to walk in, when something else caught her eye. A small store, much smaller than any of the others, with art on display outside of it. Beautiful colors painted over canvases, forming captivating landscapes and portraits. The words Painting with Hope were written at the top of the store. Intrigued, she walked closer, admiring the amount of detail that seemed to have been put into it. She looked at the sign advertising the paintings. Without pausing to think about it or second guess herself, she walked in the store.

It was small and humble, two of the walls covered in different paintings. A counter was sat in front of them with a cash register, and the other side of the store had multiple easels, chairs, paints, and brushes.

A large man, almost twice the size of her, stood from one of the chairs, separating himself from the canvas he was working on. He approached her, a small smile on his lips and his eyes sparkling.

“Hi, welcome, you looking for anything?”

Elena stared at him for a moment, struck by how the fact that he was towering over her didn’t even intimidate her due to the waves of kindness practically rolling off of him. “Um, no actually, just passing through. Did you do all of these?”

He nodded. “You’re welcome to make requests and I can do a specific painting for you. Or I even do portraits of people if you want. I warn you though, you have to be able to sit and do nothing for a while.” He chuckled lightly. “I also do lessons, if you’re interested in learning.”

She walked over to a painting, the Eiffel Tower with a sunset in the background, quietly observing it. Something about this place just lit a match inside of her, and the boredom that was eating away at her insides was slowly fading.

“I would like that, I think. What times are you available for lessons?”

•

“Well, well, well, someone looks happy. And you’re home late. Which has never happened before. What’d you do? What’d you do?”

Daisy was attacking her with the question before she had even gotten the chance to put her keys down.

“I signed up to take a painting lesson.”

Daisy’s excitement seemed to deflate at those words, and she raised an eyebrow, her nose scrunching up. “A painting lesson? Like-” She waved a hand through the air like she was holding a paintbrush. “That kind of painting?”

Elena rolled her eyes. “No, the kind of painting where you ride unicorns.”

Daisy huffed in return. “That’s how you’re gonna spice up your life? I thought Jem was the nerd!”

“Yes, because I should be doing something cool, like hitting a gay bar with you and Piper.”

“I mean…you could.”

Elena sighed, pulling out the card Mack had given her with the studio’s number. Off to the side, it had a picture of him holding a brush to a canvas, giving a wonderful view of his bicep, which she knew would get Daisy’s attention. “This is what the guy teaching me looks like.”

Daisy grabbed the card, eyeing her skeptically before looking at it, her eyes widening. “Damn,” she breathed. “And here I thought you weren’t looking to get laid.”

“I’m not!”

“Mhm, sure.”

•

 As she walked into the shop Mack gave Elena a warm smile that she couldn’t help reciprocating.

“Hey, you ready to dive right in?” She nodded, tying her hair up into a messy bun. He handed her an apron that she slipped on, tying it around her waist. “Okay, come here. We’re starting with a simple landscape. I’ve already done the basic outline, all that’s left to do is paint it.” She walked over to where a canvas was set up with pencil marks on it, resting on an easel.

He handed her a brush, holding out a pallet with different colors on its. “Start with a shade of green to be the base for the grass. Don’t use too much paint at once, and use light strokes.”

She carefully dipped the brush into the green, and went to the canvas, nervous about marking the perfectly blank piece in front of her. She tentatively dragged the brush across, looking over at Mack for confirmation that she was doing okay. He nodded encouragingly, so she continued with renewed confidence. She made a few marks before she heard him chuckle beside her and grip her elbow gently to stop her from doing more.

“You’re not doing bad, don’t worry. Just slow down a bit. Take your time, art takes patience. Don’t go too fast.”

She laughed lightly, blushing. “That always seems to be a problem with me.”

“That’s okay. Just try and let the brush go smoothly across, don’t press in too hard, and don’t rush it.”

She nodded, sticking her tongue out in concentration. When Elena still couldn’t seem to get it, Mack set the pallet down and reached over, his hand hovering over hers. “Can I lead your hand for a bit? So you can get a feel for it?” She nodded, giving her consent for him to wrap his hand around hers. His hand was warm, albeit a bit calloused, and it dwarfed her smaller one. He moved closer to be able to comfortably reach the canvas, his body warmth reaching Elena through the small distance apart they were. She held back a shiver as goosebumps erupted up and down her body. 

He led their joined hands with the brush back towards the painting, swiping it across is slower strokes. Elena watched with fascination as the paint swirled across, Mack carrying the brush, and her hand along with it, with ease, as if he had been doing this his whole life.

Eventually, he let go, stepping back. “Think you got it?”

“Yeah.” She bit her lip, dipping her brush in paint again and trying to mimic his movements.

He grinned. “There you go.”

“So slowing down is the trick. Got it, Turtleman,” She joked, unable to help the teasing smile that played on her lips.

Mack laughed, shaking his head. “I’m looking forward to lessons with you.”

Too fast, an hour passed by, and Elena was forced to pull away from the canvas, that was actually starting to look like something was forming. She scheduled another class for the next week, and paid Mack what she owed him before bidding him farewell.

When she got back to her apartment, she found Jemma, Daisy, Piper, and Bobbi all waiting for her. They looked up at her arrival, eyes glowing.

“So how was your painting class?” Bobbi asked, smirking from where she was sitting on the couch.

Elena rolled her eyes, sending a pointed glare at Daisy. “Seriously?”

Daisy shrugged in response. “They asked me where you were, since you never go out. So I answered.”

Elena scoffed, sure Daisy didn’t need much prompting to spill. She plopped down on the couch between her and Jemma, stealing the beer from her roommate’s hand. Jemma elbowed her playfully, grinning. “So what was it like? Finally doing something different? Painting must’ve been fun.”

“Nerds,” Daisy mumbled under her breath, earning her a glare from both Elena and Jemma, causing her to bury her face into Piper’s neck to hide her smile.

“The lesson was great, I’m going again next week, Mack was very nice, and no, we didn’t make out or anything like that,” Elena said quickly, directing the last part to her roommate before taking a drink.

“Okay, but was he like, polite nice or ‘I’m into you’ nice?” Bobbi raised an eyebrow.

The latina rolled her eyes again. “You’re all unbelievable.”

Piper raised a hand, looking offended. “I haven’t done anything to you.”

“You and Daisy keep me awake all night. This apartment has thin walls.”

Piper slowly lowered her hand.

•

As the lessons continued, Elena was slowly starting to get the hang of it, leading to Mack not having to correct her as much. Instead, they made conversation, learning more about each other. Mack told her about growing up and learning how to paint with his mom before she passed, and his struggle to get a business up and running. In return, Elena told him about coming to America and learning a whole other language in order to get a job. Every once in a while he would offer feedback on her painting, giving tips and suggestions. Eventually, the lessons started feeling less like lessons and more like coming to chat with a friend. 

Elena found herself disappointed when she looked at the clock and saw that the time was almost up on their latest session. She pushed a strand of hair out of her face, leaning back and looking at the painting. It was close to done, hardly any white left at this point. As if he could read her thoughts, Mack chuckled.

“Don’t think you’re almost done. I still have to teach you how to blend in more color and add in shading.”

Elena huffed. “How long does it take you to finish a painting?”

He shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. “Around a month, if I hurry.” She gaped at him, causing him to laugh and raise an eyebrow. “Well did you think it happened over night?”

She scrunched up her nose. “Turtleman.”

Mack grinned back at her, before checking the time himself. “Well, it looks like we’re out of time, but you want the same time again next week?”

Elena nodded, heading over to the sink to wash the paint off of her hands. When she was done, she reached into her purse to pay Mack, but looked up to see him biting his lip to stifle laughter. “What?”

He pointed at her. “You have paint on your face.”

She rolled her eyes, looking at herself in the camera on her phone, finding a smudge of paint across her cheek, probably from scratching herself. She looked up again to see him offering her a rag, a knowing smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, that’s happened to me more times than I can count.”

She rubbed at the spot on her cheek, and without meaning to she let out a whine of frustration when it wouldn’t come off.

“Here, mind if I try?”

She eyed him, before sighing and handing him the rag. He placed it under the faucet to get it wet before returning it to Elena’s face, rubbing at the spot again nowhere near as violent as she was being earlier. Eventually, he pulled away with a satisfied smile. “Got it.”

She examined her face before smiling. “Gracias. I did not want to go get lunch with this on my face.” Now she did reach into her wallet, handing him money.

 He took it, and as he walked around the counter he said, “I was about to go get lunch too. Where were you headed?”

Elena shrugged. “Probably Taco Bell.” She bit her lip, debating something, before blurting, “Want to join me?”

He seemed to think about it too, but he eventually nodded. “Sure. Let me lock the place up first.”

She sat down in one of the chairs as Mack put things away, grabbing the cash that was in the register and stuffing it in his wallet. He grabbed his keys and made his was back over to her, that warm smile on his face. Elena briefly wondered how someone could just so naturally always have a smile on his face. Especially one that calmed everyone it was directed at. At least, she imagined it calmed everyone, because it definitely had that effect on her.

“Ready to go?” His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she nodded, leading the way into the parking lot. She was about to climb into her car, but she froze when he called out, “Wait.” She turned to look at him, a questioning look on her face as he pursed his lips nervously, seemingly unsure. “Do you have anywhere to be?”

She thought over his question for a moment, glancing at her phone screen to make sure Daisy hadn’t texted. “No. Why?”

“Mind if I show you something? I know a scenic route that leads further into town, if you want to ride with me. Its really nice this time of year.”

“Trying to kidnap me, Turtleman?” She teased, even as she was already walking towards his car.

He opened his mouth quickly as if reassure her that that wasn’t the case before he seemed to notice she was joking, to which he only rolled his eyes, opening the passenger door for her.

Elena climbed in, buckling her seatbelt as he started the car. She reached towards the radio, shooting him a questioningly look. “Do you mind?”

Mack shook his head. “Be my guest.”

“Technically I already am.” She gave a cheeky grin as she turned music on. As soon as the first song started playing, they both began singing along, laughing at each other while doing it. Elena watched in a fit of laughter as Mack belted out to Adele.

“You have to make the note even higher!”

“Oh my bad.” He cleared his throat before making his voice ridiculously high pitched, only being able to hold it for all of two seconds before they both erupted in an uproar of laughter. 

“Why are you a painter? You’re missing the opportunity of a singing career.”

“Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “What a waste of your gift.”

The act finally dissipated, Mack glancing over with a grin as she snickered.  

The car slowed slightly, prompting Elena to look out the window. A gasp unconsciously left her mouth as she took in the landscape in front of her.

They were on a road with a dense forest on one side, the leaves turning warm shades of red and oranges, and on the other side was an open field, a river running through it.

“Ay Mack! Que belleza!” She pressed her face to the window, eyes dancing over all of it and trying to take it all in before they passed it. 

He chuckled. “That means pretty right? I don’t know much Spanish.”

She turned to look at him, beaming in adoration. “It means beautiful. You’ve painted this, no?” Her mind briefly remembered seeing something similar hung up in his shop.

He nodded. “There’s a spot I like to sit at a few miles ahead. We’ll stop by it.”

The window begged for Elena’s attention again, and she turned to look, watching as the colors flashed by in a blur. Eventually, Mack turned off the main road, heading down a smaller path that was slightly inclined. He stopped the car a couple feet before a ledge, shooting Elena a smile as they both got out of the car. Together they walked over, Elena’s eyes widening at the view. It looked like the kind you only saw in photographs or artwork, not something you could witness in real life with your own two eyes.

And Elena understood. She saw Mack’s love for painting in new light, because she wanted nothing more than to take this beautiful image and replicate it so she could keep it forever. A photograph taken and viewed on a screen could never be enough to capture everything in the moment. It had to be something real, something that a person had poured their entire soul into. 

Mack watched Elena, a peaceful smile on her face, the wind softly blowing her hair back, her eyes gazing in awe at the landscape. Part of him wanted to gaze at her like this forever, and he briefly wondered if she could ever give him the honor of painting her. The idea seemed impossible, it wasn’t like the fiery blaze that was Elena Rodriguez could every be perfectly shown in one painting.

Elena tore her eyes away from the world in front of her, instead looking at the man responsible for showing it to her in the first place. They locked eyes, and something fluttered deep inside her chest, her breath catching. She found herself unable to look away, Mack seemingly feeling something similar. They stared into each other’s eyes for what simultaneously felt like an eternity, and not enough time.

Eventually, his eyes darted away and Elena could breath again. She broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

He nodded, a soft smile on his face. “We should actually get food now.”

They got back in the car, and Elena leaned her head back, that relaxed smile returning to her face as they drove. She didn’t reach for the radio this time, and they drove in a peaceful silence. It was comforting, and Elena had never been more grateful to Daisy for urging her to do something. This moment right here, this was exactly what she needed. She figured she could live in this moment for the rest of her life, and still be perfectly content. 

They stopped for food at a burger place, the nearest place they could find, sitting down across from each other to eat. They had argued for a while at the register over who would pay.

“I pay you to teach me to paint, Turtleman, not to feed me.”

“You already pay me enough though!”

They eventually paid half and half.

Halfway through their food though, Mack got a call. He frowned at the caller ID, picking it up and saying, “Sorry, do you mind if I take this?” Elena gestured that it was okay, and he pressed the phone to his ear.

“Hey Fitz, what’s up?” A small smile played on his face as he slapped away Elena’s hand, that was trying to sneakily get close to his fries. The smile slowly melted from his face as the voice on the other end of the phone replied.

“A pipe burst in your shop. I heard it and went over and tried to save as much of your stuff as I could, but a lot got ruined. There’s a hole in the ceiling, the place is flooded. You need to get here.”

Mack cursed under his breath, his heart sinking. How on earth would he muster the money to pay for the damages? He barely made enough to get by as it is. “Okay, I’m on my way now. Thanks Turbo.”

He hung up, reaching a hand to rub his temple.

“What happened?”

Elena was eyeing him with concern, her teasing forgotten.

“We have to head back. A pipe burst.”

Her hand reached out to grip his forearm. “Ay Mack, I’m so sorry.”

Mack mustered a weak smile, reveling in the warmth her hand gave for a moment before standing up. They rushed out of the restaurant and back into his car, Mack driving right at the speed limit until they finally pulled up. A man was standing outside, running his fingers through short, light brown hair. He turned as they pulled into the parking lot, rushing over to them.

“How’s it looking Fitz?”

“Not very good. The cost for fixing that bloody pipe and the hole, not to mention all your equipment that was damaged…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Its a lot, Mack. I don’t know where you can get that kind of money.” Fitz pointed over to a stack of paintings on the sidewalk in front of the store. “That’s all your work that I could save.”

Mack let out a defeated sigh, rubbing his face. “Okay, okay, I’m sure we’ll figure something out, alright? We just have to think.”

Elena’s hand once again grabbed his arm, a soothing and welcome feeling. He looked at her.

“Think we’re going to have to stop lessons for a while. I have to go deal with this, you should head home.”

She nodded slowly before asking for his phone. He frowned, unlocking it and giving it to her. She plugged her number before handing it back, softly saying, “Keep me updated.”

As she drove back home, an idea slowly began to blossom in her mind.

•

Elena: Any news on the cost?

Mack: Pipe’s gonna be $3,000

Mack: Still trying to figure how bad the rest of it is, but the paint’s were pretty expensive

Elena: Have any ideas yet?

Mack: On the total cost? I’d guess anywhere from 5,000 to 7,000 dollars

Elena: I’m sorry

Elena: How are you?

Mack: Trying to handle it.

Mack: Got to go. Meeting with the real estate.

Elena: Good luck!

•

Elena: Hey can you guys put up some flyers for me where you work?

Bobbi: Sure, what for?

Daisy: Elena’s trying to save her boyfriend’s shop

Elena: Not my boyfriend.

Jemma: What happened to his shop?

Elena: Pipe burst

Elena: So can you guys put up flyers or not?

Elena: [image.png}

Jemma: I’ll drop by to get some

Bobbi: ^^^

Daisy: What if we made a website?

Bobbi: What’s this? Is Daisy being helpful and not being annoying for once?

Daisy: Oh I already regret it

Bobbi: Kidding kidding

Elena: A website’s not bad idea actually

Jemma: FUNDRAISING PARTY!!! Tonight at casa Rodriguez/Johnson

Daisy: What have we done?

Bobbi: The demon has been released

Elena: Run for cover

Jemma: I hate all of you

Jemma: Do you want my help or not?

Elena: See you all tonight

Daisy: Piper wants to join so she’s gonna come too

Bobbi: Whipped

Daisy: I’m not the one creating a fundraiser for someone

Elena: Shut up

•

Elena: Can you get Mack away from his shop for a while?

Fitz: Who is this?

Elena: Mack’s friend. Elena Rodriguez. I looked you up, there aren’t very many people with the name Fitz

Fitz: Why do I need to get Mack away?

Elena: I might’ve gotten some money for repairs

Elena: I want it to be a surprise that the shop is fixed

Fitz: How long do you need?

Elena: A couple days so I can get people to clean the place up

Fitz: Consider it done

Fitz: Can I ask why you’re doing all this for him?

…

Elena: He’s a good man

•

Mack headed back to his store, after almost a week away from it. According to Fitz, a group of people needed to make sure the water wasn’t dangerous or filled with chemicals, so he wasn’t allowed in until it was clear.

He pulled up, frowning at seeing all the blinds drawn closed. Fitz, who was standing outside, smiled warmly reached up to pat his shoulder. “Everything’s great. I’m gonna head off though, you go inside and take a look.”

Mack furrowed his brow, heading inside, his eyes widening as the lights flickered on. All the water was gone, the roof fully repaired, the place looking brand new. His eyes fell on Elena sitting casually on top of the counter. He gaped, slowly walking in.

“Wha-how is this even possible? Did you do this?”

She slid off the counter, heading over with a wide grin on her face. “I set up a couple things. Spread word and a lot of people were willing to donate. Paid for the damages.” She held up a thick envelope filled with cash. “This is for the supplies. There’s more money that was donated online.”

He stared, not even knowing how to react. “Elena…this is…wow.”

She nodded, a satisfied smile playing at her lips. “Your days running this shop are far from over, Turtleman.”

“You’re amazing, Elena Rodriguez.” Without warning, he barreled into her, easily lifting her off the ground and into his chest, spinning around.

She laughed, squealing in surprise, and hugged him back, his body wrapping around her.

Eventually, he slowly set her down in front of him, and Elena inhaled deeply. His arms hung loosely around her waist, as if not wanting to let go, and she looked up at him.

“Thank you,” he breathed, much like she had that day on the ledge. That day that was perfect but also so horrible at the end.

They searched each other’s eyes, still not backing away, as if searching for confirmation that they were both feeling this.

This connection.

She didn’t know who moved first, all she knew was that in the next second Mack’s lips were on hers, and nothing ever felt more right.

It was a rush, the most amazing kind of rush that she had been missing all her life. There, in his arms with their mouths connected, she felt complete.

It felt like coming home.

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