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mdhwrites · 3 months ago

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Uh hi, I wanted to send an ask so...

I wanna be a good writer and do comedy. What advice would you give me to do good comedy?

Amuse yourself and you will amuse others.

That's sadly the best I can really give. Comedy is one of those things where you do need someone well versed in it in order to get a lot of the nitty gritty details on what makes it work. What good timing is, what good exaggeration is, when understatement can kill so much more effectively than overstatement.

The best litmus test you can give yourself for if something you are writing is funny is if it makes yourself laugh. If your joke feels a bit flat to you, ask what you can do to try and enhance it. Can you frame it better? Can you maybe punch it up and make it a little more exciting so it has the energy it needs to have the punch the joke requires? Are you using contrast at all with it? A blunt pun is going to usually come across way funnier when it comes out of nowhere from your really serious character than the one who always tells jokes. For that matter, how are you having it be received in universe? A lot of comedies will just let a joke go but some REALLY require someone to groan or shake their head or even laugh along with it in order to sell the impact of it. One of the funniest moments in literature for me actually doesn't come from the initial joke. In the first Ranger's Apprentice book, we get a moment of a younger Ranger ribbing his old master with some sarcasm. In response we get, "Sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit, it is the absence of it." The vitriol to which the joke is received is one of the best things that has ever stuck with me. If you want to maybe try a little bit of British comedy, Coupling is GREAT for a wide variety of characters bouncing off of each other and probably has a big influence on my own comedy. One example of it using exaggeration contrasted by seriousness is its opening joke where a man is lamenting to his friend about a girl who literally refuses to let him dump her. In response, his buddy goes, "Do you know what I call this type of woman? The sort you can't get rid of?" The first guy crosses his arms, already smiling before asking, "Is this going to be tasteless? Am I going to be ashamed to be your friend?"

"No, it's a technical term. It's just a harmless expression."

The weary man loses his smile, braces himself and sighs in defeat before going, "Okay. Hit me."

His buddy then pretends to punch him in the gut, making a sound effect instead of a word before simply stating, like it's no big deal, "Unflushable."

Up to this point we have good build up, good character and good expectations set by them. We're expecting something terrible and he makes a joke about poop that won't go down the drain. That might not normally work but they actually hold back on the crassness by using a 'technical' term but that makes it funnier because it sounds correct for the metaphor, even if it is indeed tasteless. It's a slow build to give us a chance to have some tension, relieved by the punchline... And then it changes up its timing to something faster now that the crass element has hit. Now it's time to usher it away instead of just move on. As such, the first guy, Steve, responds immediately with, "Turn around, Jeffrey."

"You know, because she keeps bobbing up and around-"

"Nonono. Turn around and GO!" Jeff looks a little forlorn before Steve says one more time, "GO!" And then he walks off but they're not quite done. He tries to look back but Steve is thoroughly unamused and goes "Don't turn back, go." And only then does he then go back into the bar.

It is the first scene of the series. However, with it we immediately understand these two's relationship, how they treat the world, somewhat their dynamic and get something that's just really funny and sets the tone for a work that is going to be... A touch unhinged. It is getting everything out of its comedy while also making sure to use touches of presentation, like Jeff pretending to hit Steve, to add to the bit. After all, if I just told you the dialogue, it doesn't work as well as when it has the punch of the small bits of body language that help prime the audience for what to expect or complement the words being said.

A lot of this may admittedly sound basic, these tools should be used for essentially ANY scene you're writing where you're using every element to sell your emotions but comedy kind of requires that extra punch. Unless it's a quick back and forth between two characters where space between the lines for action would make it feel less natural, they should be doing more than just standing there. However, that's dismissing the fact that the basics of writing are there for a reason. You need to understand them well in order to know how to warp them for better effect.

It's also just what I can give since again, I don't consider the comedy the strongest element of my works, even if my most popular SFW story is a romcom. Life is just kind of funny like that sometimes. See you next tale.

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#writing advice #Comedy #Coupling

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chockfullofsecrets · 3 years ago

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Critical Role: Don’t You Know?

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Rating: Gen

Summary: Clarabelle just giggles, revealing a little gap between her two front teeth. “What?” she asks. “Don’t you know? Caduceus never starts tickle fights, he knows he’s gonna lose!”

“Belle,” Caduceus says loudly, “maybe you should go check on the tea-”

Beau likes to think she has a good sense for potentially incriminating information, and right now it’s pinging off the fucking walls. “No, no, no, tell me more.”

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: fill for this anon prompt! and for a bunch of people who want to see poor Cad get absolutely wrecked, apparently XD

spoilers for C2E92 and C2E96 - and a little side note that i may have forgotten the timing of certain Greater Restorations while planning this fic, so let's just pretend that the clerics had two more of them to cast that day 🤦

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Beau doesn’t like feeling jealous. It’s not a frequent feeling, around the Nein, since they’re all pretty much the same level of fucked up, but watching Caduceus and his siblings sit in amiable silence as they work through prepping whatever grows around here that passes for dinner is starting to get to her.

Maybe it’s just too soon, after going back home to Kamordah. She’s fine, or she will be - she loves her friends and they love her and her parents don’t and that’s fine, but -

She grits her teeth. All she has to do is sit here in this corner and wait for Caduceus’ mom to finish making tea in the other room, and then she can take it and run and leave this happy little family tableau to their own devices. She’s got a bottle of wine and access to a trickster cleric, it’s not going to be that hard to have a good evening.

She’s still mulling over what kind of pranks she can play in a petrified temple when the littlest Clay - who’s still a good head taller than her, because fucking firbolgs - finishes scraping the peel off the last unidentified vegetable in her stack and drops her knife with a bright little clank as she turns to her brother. There’s no way Caduceus hasn’t noticed that for every one she’s done herself she’s snuck another into his pile, but Beau’s not going to be the one to rat her out. “Okay, I’m done, lemme look at your hair! I bet I can fix it, I have all my dyeing stuff with me.”

Caduceus eyes his own pile and, very slowly, starts pushing it in his older sister’s direction. Beau chokes back a snort.

Said sister’s eyes narrow. “No!”

The little one pouts at both of them. “But Calliope, look at him, he needs help!”

Big sister - Calliope - takes advantage of the little circle the three of them are sitting in to shove both of their shoulders simultaneously. “No. If you two are taking a break, then so am I!”

Caduceus rumbles out a laugh, already starting to undo his braid. “Sure, but you’re explaining why we’re not done to Mom.”

It’s a low move. Beau approves entirely.

Calliope scoffs and tosses her paring knife in his direction handle-first, laughing herself when he yelps and dodges. “Oh, we’ll see who’s doing the explaining.”

She’s smiling, though, as she gets up and stretches. Beau takes one look at her insanely toned arms and has to swallow convulsively to get her saliva flowing again.

As she wanders off, Caduceus shakes the last of his hair loose and flops the whole pink mass over onto his face. “Don’t pull too hard, Clarabelle, it’s pretty fragile right now.”

“I’m not a baby, Caduceus,” Clarabelle snarks, and promptly climbs halfway into his lap to bury her hands in it and start bemoaning the state of his roots.

The quip slips out of Beau’s mouth reflexively. “You know he’s just luring you in so he can tickle you, right?”

It’s kind of their thing, her and Caduceus, whenever one of their group is standing anywhere in his vicinity and his hands are free. The reactions are great - the warning makes Jester bounce excitedly, Fjord and Caleb go all red and sputtery, Yasha look up in quiet anticipation - fuckin’ adorable, by the way - and Nott threaten to kill them all as she darts away.

And if she’s a little too invested in the way Caduceus huffs and throws her a quiet little smile before reeling his victim in, like they’ve got an inside joke that’s just for the two of them - well, that’s just an unexpected benefit of the chaos.

Today, though, two pink heads snap in her direction. Caduceus makes a panicked little sound, barely audible under all the floof, and isn’t that interesting.

Clarabelle just giggles, revealing a little gap between her two front teeth. “What?” she asks. “Don’t you know? Caduceus never starts tickle fights, he knows he’s gonna lose!”

“Belle,” Caduceus says loudly, “maybe you should go check on the tea-”

Beau likes to think she has a good sense for potentially incriminating information, and right now it’s pinging off the fucking walls. “No, no, no, tell me more.”

Clarabelle beams. “Calliope!” she yells. “C’mere, we have to tickle Caduceus!”

Caduceus’ ears shoot up in obvious alarm. He lunges forward and makes a decent attempt at smothering her through all the hair in his way, but Calliope’s already turning around.

Beau shivers - apparently the smug Caduceus look is genetic. “Did I hear that right, Belle? Caduceus has been going out and starting tickle fights?”

Caduceus lets go of his sister and gets halfway up before Clarabelle tackles him with a war cry. They’re wrestling on the ground, lanky limbs everywhere and absolutely terrible form, by the time Calliope lopes over.

She reaches in with one hand and hauls her seven-foot-tall brother up into a sitting position by the collar of his shirt - fuck, that’s hot. Beau firmly suppresses the urge to fidget as Calliope tugs one of Caduceus’ arms up over his head and yanks his sleeve down to his elbow. “Well, Caduceus? Got anything to say for yourself?”

Caduceus actually whines. It takes serious effort not to gape in shock. “I didn’t do anyth-ING-NO-”

His protests dissolve into near-silent squeaks as Calliope starts to tickle his - hands? Beau watches closely as she drags her fingertips up his forearm, fluttering them lightly in the crease of his elbow, and commits the technique to memory.

Caduceus’ helpless grin is wider than she’s ever seen it. He braces his feet on the floor and tries to twist free, elbows akimbo. “Calliope! Stohop it, I’m - heh - I’m not-”

She snorts. “Not a chance, we’ve got - how many years has it been again?”

“Two hundred!” Belle chirps, and dives in to worry at the backs of Caduceus’ ears with blunt fingernails. The trembling, stuttery sounds he’s making jump an octave as he frantically shakes his head from side to side.

“Ten,” he snickers. “Belle - heeeh, hehe - cut it out, I’m - mmm! - I’m serious, come ohohon-”

Clarabelle turns back to Beau. “See?”

Oh, Beau sees. She’s gonna get so much mileage out of this.

Caduceus looks over at her too, eyebrows furrowing, but Calliope’s already talking over the both of them. “Well, that’s a lot of years to catch up on, I’d better pull out the big guns.”

Caduceus’ eyes widen. Beau decides to help the panic along and mouths big guns? in his direction, slipping her notebook out and opening it to a fresh page.

Caduceus yelps and throws himself forward with alacrity she’s never seen from him, ripping his arm from Calliope’s grip and nearly scrambling past Clarabelle before his big sister takes a step forward and scoops him up under the arms. “Nice try,” she tells him. “Might have worked, if you weren’t so scrawny.”

She drops him on top of Clarabelle. “Hey!”

“Sorry, Belle, you gotta stay out of the way!”

“No, I’m helping!” she insists, and dutifully wrestles her way on top of Caduceus to start tickling his ears again.

Caduceus wheezes and curls into a ball, trying fruitlessly to shove her away. “Belle - Belle!-”

“Let’s see, let’s see…” Calliope muses, crouching down and plucking a booted foot from the pile of limbs. “Legs?”

She grabs Caduceus’ calf and squeezes it like a piece of dead meat. He squeals. “Yep, still ticklish.”

Caduceus kicks her in the knee with his other leg and she staggers back for a moment before surging forward to grab at his hips. “Ow! Oh, now you’re in for it.”

He can’t do anything but flail as she wrestles him onto his back and urges Clarabelle to sit on his belly to keep him pinned. “Nonono! M’sorry - eheheeeeh, Belle, stoppit! - I’m sohohorry! Don’t!”

There’s a pause. Beau leans forward, half excited and half trying to sense genuine distress. She’s never heard Caduceus plead like this - not her fault, the fucker has apparently been hiding his ticklish spots for months, but it’s not like she wouldn’t be willing to jump in and save him.

And maybe she wants to see what Calliope’s arms can do up close. Maybe.

Calliope adjusts her grip on him and smirks. “Heh. No, I think I’m gonna. Belle, you got him?”

“Yep!” she says cheerfully, bare feet planted on each side of his ribcage. Caduceus has managed to press one big palm over her face, keeping her at arm’s length and away from his ears, but she just wriggles her bare toes under him and into the backs of his ribs. “Tickle, tickle, Caduceus!”

Caduceus guffaws and squirms like his life depends on it, but there’s nowhere to go. “Noooo - hahaaaheeh - stop, stop, not my ribs-”

He keeps begging as Calliope levers a hand under his back and starts rooting around for something with a focused expression. She finds it, too - Caduceus screams and arches his back nearly in half as he abandons Clarabelle and grabs desperately for her hands instead. “Pleeeheease! HHAHAH - nonnono - eheaahaaa!”

Beau can’t even see what she’s tickling, but there’s enough potential here to topple a regime. “Fuck,” she whispers. Does this make her the most powerful tickler in the Nein now? Is this what ascending feels like?

She’s surprised that the rest of the Nein haven’t come running yet, with all the noise he’s making. But then again, she and Cad and Caleb are the best at paying attention to their surroundings and Caleb definitely isn’t in a hurry to run towards hysterical laughter.

She doesn’t mean to make any sound herself, but amidst all his struggling Cad’s ears twitch in her direction. “Beau,” he pleads. Shrieks again. “Help mmm-ahahahAA-”

“Hm, who’s that?” Calliope stops tickling, judging from Caduceus’ wheezed relief, and turns to look in her direction. Beau swears that her hair flutter in a nonexistent breeze. “Right, you, the non-important one.”

Beau nearly bites her tongue in despair - why does she have to be such a disaster around every hot woman she meets? “Yep, that’s me.”

Calliope looks at her for a moment, considering. “You look like a fighter. What are you doing all the way over there - you’re not scared of him, are you?”

It’s never been less tempting to confess the time she accidentally hit Cad in the face with some of her weeks-old pocket bacon and he tickled her until she cried. She clears her throat. “Uh, no. No. It looks like you’re doing a pretty good job already, I mean, he’s really-”

Calliope yanks her arm free and uses it to beckon her over. “Eh, come here - Belle, watch it, I’m going to flip him.”

Caduceus squawks in renewed panic as one of his sisters tumbles off him and the other wraps her arms around him and twists him facedown like a wrestling move from the back-alley brawls Beau used to sneak into as a teenager - and, once again, hot.

She swallows again and strolls over as casually as she can while Calliope pins him across the shoulders with her forearm. “Riiight - here.”

She doesn’t even touch, just points to the backs of Caduceus’ thighs, but he obviously knows where she’s leading. “Beau, no,” he yelps.

He tries to pull his legs up beneath him. Beau automatically grabs him just under the knees and drags him out flat. “Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

Calliope raises an approving eyebrow. Beau tries not to blush. “It’s his worst spot - he’s ticklish there if you so much as look at him wrong.”

“We chased him up a tree once,” Clarabelle pipes up. She’s tap-tap-tapping blunt fingernails across Caduceus’ back, sending him shivering. “He stayed up there all night until Dad went to get him.”

“Beau, don’t,” Cad rasps. She’s heard him sound perkier seconds after coming back from the dead. He’s laughing still, quietly, and it sounds somewhere between the lava of the volcano forge they stayed in once and Frumpkin’s rusty purrs.

“Not so fun when you’re the one doing the begging, huh,” Beau tells him. She flicks him, once, in the back of the leg and looks incredulously at his siblings. “So you’re telling me his absolute worst spot… is his fucking butt?”

Calliope shrugs. “He’s so weird, isn’t he?”

All three of them laugh at that, even Caduceus, so Beau figures it’s all right. “Yeah, we’ve noticed. We’re all weird though, it’s kind of our thing.”

“Sure,” Calliope says. “He’s weird and ticklish, though, so if I wanna pin him down and get all his worst spots then he’s just gonna have to deal with it-”

Caduceus peels his face off the ground and gasps out a few strangled syllables that reverberate in the warm air.

Both of his sisters shriek as their eyes fill with black ichor. “Caduceus!” Calliope yells, letting go of him and grabbing for her face with one hand and her holy symbol with the other. “What did you do?”

Caduceus props himself up on his elbows, panting. “Oh, it’s just something I picked up,” he tells her smugly. “Don’t worry, it’ll wear off.”

“After how long,” Calliope growls.

Clarabelle giggles, still draped over Caduceus’ back. “Oh, this feels weird!”

He laughs and starts to crawl out from under them, but Beau’s not done with him yet. Mercifully un-blinded, she snags him around the knees again. “Wow, usually you’re the one telling us not to be mean to people.”

Caduceus rolls onto his side and looks sharply back at her, sighing in relief when she holds her hands up in surrender. “Well, I know these people.” He shoves gently at Clarabelle, wriggles a finger into her side when she doesn’t move. She squeaks. “They deserve it.”

He grins down at her, unrepentant and bratty, and Beau can’t help but grin back.

“So are your thighs really that bad?” she asks. “Or-” she jerks her chin over at Calliope, who’s started praying. “-did you just decide to be a jerk all of a sudden? Also, how the fuck did we not know how ticklish you are? You wreck us all the time!”

Caduceus shrugs. “S’easy to get in your heads,” he says. Beau bristles a little at that, but he’s not wrong - Caduceus has this way of looking at them like he’s going to take them apart one way or another, and the tickling is probably the safer route. Doesn’t hurt that they can always trust him to set them right after, either.

“And they’ll get me eventually, might as well have some fun with it.” He fixes Beau with a stern look. “Now you, on the other hand-”

She interrupts him. “Hey Cad, how long’s that spell supposed to last?”

He blinks. “A minute, why?”

Beau points wordlessly over his shoulder at a clear-eyed Calliope. “Uh.”

Caduceus twists around. “Oh, dear.”

That’s all he has time for before Calliope grabs his shoulders and twists him facefirst back into the ground. “You know,” she tells him, “I was going to go easy on you. Was. You’re lucky I’m not calling Colton in here.”

“That’s ‘cause Colton’s a jerk,” Caduceus says, muffled and remarkably calm.

“So are you, apparently,” Calliope retorts. She forms a vibrating claw with one hand and digs it into his spine, and Caduceus shrieks. “You can’t just blind people!”

“I’m telling Mom and Dad!” Clarabelle agrees, wiping one last black tear from her eye and lunging back in to knead mercilessly at the backs of Caduceus’ ribs.

Caduceus shrieks again, kicking helplessly, and tumbles straight back into hysterical laughter. “Come - hahaAAA - come on!”

Beau’s fairly sure that he’s going to hurt himself if she jumps in, but Calliope looks breathlessly over at her and grins with a bloodthirsty look that Beau recognizes all too well. She usually saves it for enemies, though, or Caleb if he’s being particularly insufferable. “Is that what he does to you guys too? Go on, get some revenge!”

And well, put like that…

It takes a bit of effort to pin one of Caduceus’ flailing legs, especially when he catches wind of what she’s doing and starts kicking even more frantically. “Hold fucking still,” she yells.

Caduceus is losing it, less put together than she’s ever heard him. “I cahahan’t!”

Beau jams the ball of her thumb into the nerve cluster just above his knee until his leg goes dead. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“What was that?” Clarabelle says, sounding delighted. “Can I learn how to do that, Callie?”

Beau ignores her, focusing in on her prey. “Let’s see, how many apologies am I looking for?” She’s pretty sure she deserves every single time that Caduceus has tickled her to pieces, but the opportunity to tease Caduceus the way he does with them is too good to pass up. “I’ve lost count at this point, guess we’ll just start the ball rolling and see what happens.”

She squeezes mercilessly at the back of his thigh, making sure he can feel it through his homespun trousers, and he laughs a bit louder and squirms as best as he can, but it’s not enough-

“Huh,” she says, trying to channel Caduceus, and watches his sisters dig into his back for a moment. Something something destiny, calm, balance-

Oh. She grins and spiders her fingers ever so lightly over the vulnerable spot, and Caduceus howls.

Beau settles in, satisfied, and keeps spidering until he’s thrashing and laughing too hard to get more than a couple broken words out. He’s not anywhere near out of breath, not yet, so she figures they’ve got at least a couple more minutes of squeaking, ticklish Caduceus and she’s going to enjoy every single one of them.

“Oh, dear,” someone says, unexpectedly close. Beau whips around to see Caduceus’ mom, holding a whole tray of mismatched teacups and looking like she’s desperately trying not to laugh.

Caduceus’ ears twitch. “MOM,” he wails. “SAVE ME, I’M GONNA DIE.”

She does laugh then, a little misty-eyed, and juggles the tray so she can prop a hand on her hip. “Calliope, Clarabelle, be nice to your brother,” she chides. “He came a long way to find us.”

“But he blinded us!” Clarabelle tattles, painfully earnest even as she grins from ear to ear. “He hasn’t even said sorry yet!”

“Clarabelle Clay.”

Beau’s spine locks up in instant parental-dissatisfaction panic, but Clarabelle just laughs and echoes back “Mo-oom,” before moving her hands and sprawling forward onto her brother. Calliope stops too, with one last dig into his back that inspires a final agonized wiggle, and sits back on her hands triumphantly as Caduceus wheezes and scrambles up to safety.

Beau rocks to her feet, sticking her hands in her pockets, and takes in the full glory of a seven-foot-tall firbolg doing his level best to hide behind his mother. Clarabelle and Calliope get up too and grab their tea, the former sticking her tongue out as Caduceus peeks at her with narrowed eyes.

“If you two are done,” Caduceus’ mom says firmly, “it looks like there are still vegetables that need attending to.”

“Oh, yeah,” Calliope says, and fixes Clarabelle with a look.

“Yeah!” Clarabelle echoes, looking innocently back.

She yelps as Calliope drags her away. Beau shuffles her feet for a moment as Caduceus’ mom turns to her. “Uh - if some of those are for us, I can take them - I know you guys probably want your time alone-”

Caduceus ducks a little further down, and his mom laughs again. “Oh, dear, you can stay as long as you like, but these will be better hot.”

“Got it.” Beau smirks up at Caduceus. “I have to go talk to Jester, anyway.”

She grabs the tray and speed-walks back across the room, barely hearing Caduceus’ hurried “I’ll go help her” before his heavier footsteps echo behind. If it were Fjord or Caleb she’d channel her ki to beat him handily back to the others, but, well - he doesn’t deserve it, really.

He’s walking fast, anyway - once she slows down, it’s only a couple seconds before she can feel his warm presence at her side.

He holds a hand out for the tray. “Don’t tell them.”

Beau looks at him then, still smug, and grimaces. “Oh, Duceus, you’ve got something on your face.”

He makes a face and wipes at his running nose with his sleeve, still trying to catch his breath. “Don’t tell them,” he says again. “I mean, they’ll find out eventually, and none of you are as mean as Calliope so it’ll be okay, but - please.”

She pretends to think it over. “I don’t know, I think your sister’s kind of great.”

Caduceus sighs heavily. “I’m not surprised.”

“I won’t tell them.” She does reach over to nudge at his spine though, expertly balancing the tray, and laughs as he squirms away from her. “You have to… make tea for me every night though. For a week.”

Caduceus blinked. “I already do that, you asked me to.”

“Which is exactly why I’m not gonna rat you out, Caduceus. You’re just a little bit less of an asshole than the rest of us.”

Caduceus looks - surprisingly pleased, at that. Beau tells herself it’s more about the prospect of not having Jester try to jump him every morning than her approval. “I appreciate it.”

Beau hands the tray over and crosses her arms, looking up at him. “You don’t really mind though, do you? Seems weird that you’d keep getting all of us, if you did.”

He shrugs. “I don’t, it’s just- it’s different around family. They already know everything about me.”

That jealousy sneaks out onto her tongue, quick and bitter, before she realizes it. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

Beau looks away then, speeding up to get ahead of him. She manages to take a single step before something tickles at the back of her armpit and she nearly drops all of her stuff.

She curses and whirls around. “Caduceus!”

He looks evenly back at her. “Yeah, you would.”

It takes a second to connect the conversational thread, but she can’t help but smile once she does. “Thanks, Caduceus.”

He smiles back. “You’re welcome.”

“Deal’s off though,” she quips, and before he can react she’s sprinting down the hallway as fast as she can.

She’s not going to tell on him, but for tickling her? He’s gonna have to chase her down if he wants to make sure.

#tickling #critical role #caduceus clay #beauregard lionett #clarabelle clay #calliope clay #chocfic

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i-may-be · 3 years ago

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Hi if match ups are still available can I request a romantic one for the mcu and percy Jackson please. I'm a bisexual women that uses she/her pronouns with honestly no preference for either gender.

I'm 5'2 with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. I honestly dont have a set style, like one day I'll be wearing all black and the next I'll be wearing the brightest colours known to man, I do however prefer baggy clothes like large hoodies/t shirts and sweatpants and I wear glasses.

I have social anxiety so I'm very quiet before you get to know me but once you do I'm very sarcastic and playful. I'm a bit of a scatterbrain and am constantly forgetting things, I'm also very clumsy (I once broke three glasses and a plate within 2 weeks) and stubborn. I've been described as carefree and a freespirit by people who know me and as a very laid back person.

I like to cook/bake which I learned from my grandmother who was a professional chef before she retired, I like to watch crime documentaries as I find them very interesting but hate horror movies. I also read a lot of books mostly psychological thriller and mystery I also like to draw sometimes but not always and I want to either study to be a nurse or psychologist. I like to take care of people and help them although I don't always know how as I'm very awkward and blunt which means I can sometimes say the wrong thing but I don't mean to.

I don't like: winter time,ice, arrogance, being mean to others for no reason, nuts, and cliche cheesy romance movies.

Honestly I get attracted to either the very sarcastic and snarky character or the very soft/energetic character that wouldn't say anything bad about you ever.

thank you for choosing this blog for your matchup <3

PERCY JACKSON ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Drew Tanaka

HOW YOU MET

At camp! You both knew each other by name for years and were on relatively good terms. You mostly knew about her because she knew a lot of gossip, she really did like to talk. (spoilers for the last olympian) She really changed after Silena's death and was appointed head of cabin, she was almost cynical for a good while there.

You two definitely did not get along at first, since you really disliked her arrogance, so it was a real enemies(ok probably more rivals) to lovers scenario, but I feel like she was comforted by that somehow???

Like she became strangely comfortable around you, you're first heart to heart together was when you were both alone and she kind of just poored her heart out it was wild.

But after that you were like ok she's not entirely horrible, she's doing her best to blah blah blah I'm not about to spoil my own hcs to you nonono.

Anyway, in summary you both knew each other since you were young but only grew closer years and years and years later.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Ngl I have thought through everything this woman has done since her introduction so literally everything she says/does is really reall delibrate. Looking at you both it's like looking at a delibrate and cunning character and a wet cat, and she loves the wet cat in you :)

Ok I went on a rampage there but in summary, every gift and place she picks for you two to hang out is very specifc to you and memories she wants to share with you!! Though she can obviously slip up with how she words things, her constant priority is still always you!!!

She is your memory, she will remember everything for you. If you need to be reminded of something, she'll remind you right on time. You need someone to revise notes with you? Everything is easier to memorise with Drew by your side! She is vv good at making things easier to remember, I don't know how to explain it she just has that affect.

She is so whipped for you it should be illegal. Like you could do the most mundane or decently human thing and she's like "you are my sunshinebabygloriusstarladygoddess-" I feel like I should add on that she has the cutest nicknames for you, specilised to you too, like how annabeth and percy have seaweed brain and wise girl, Drew would have something similar for you <3

HANGING OUT

Ma'am is an absolute lotta true crime(penelope scott) vibes type of gal. She probably has strong opinions about known and lesser know murderers. She gets so cute when talking about it cause she's like "!!! and you won't believe this!!!" and she's just becomes so comfortable and enthusiastic I love her.

Her reading books and then telling you all about her reviews of them is just!!! Also if you recommend a book to her she will make comments on it as she goes through it, kinda like she's reacting like to a tv show to you, if that makes sense, live tweeting or smth might sound more familiar. Anyway she loves sharing her theories, reviews and just talk about books ingeneral!!!

She would love to take you out shopping!! The type of person to show her love primarily through gift giving, so please let her buy you things. She would buy them behind your back otherwise, she's too stubborn to just give up without getting you the gift. She's so awkward about it though, in a way she only gets around you. You make her feel some typa way yk?

I feel like she would enjoy showing off her clothes and makeup to you and just sharing it with you. She's passionate about it, she's even considering it as a career option, she wants to show you her cool lil things and then learn about yours in part!!! Sharing interests it everything, with either her rambling on or you rambling on, both are good.

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

ROMANTIC MATCHUP: Thor

HOW YOU MET

You met post Thor: Ragnorok Thor to be clear. Anyway you were traveling through New Asgard on a lil field trip when everyone got snapped back. Due to the commotion, things shut down for a while so you were stuck in New Asgard for a while.

Up to this point it was basically urban legend type stories you had learnt about Thor. I mean, a god from space? Sounds awfully convenient in this economy.

I just juked you out that's not when you first met. You both met on your second visit to New Asgard when you visited friends you had made during the blip incident.

So you both met, and Thor was still recovering from literally everything but he is recovering and he is gettig his found family yadayada.

You both have a minimum conversation as he says farewell to the mutual friend that you had came to meet and he's all like "farewell, fair maiden, until we meet again" on you swoon bc Chris Hemsworth amirite. ANYWAY you both do meet again after he comes back to visit after schenagians with the gotg gang(the movie hasnt come out idk what's going on)

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

He is the counter weight of clumsiness, because he is also clumsy and two negatives make a positive right? Anyway, what I'm saying is that when you're clumsy, you'll have some comically helpful scene where Thor catches it accidentally and then he just looks up like "I got you pretty lady ;)" expect it's a lot less smooth.

Golden Retriver!!! He can make you comfortable in 0.00001 seconds or less. He is such a supportive guy, even if he may have no idea what he's supporting because god moment, but he is here for you!!! He probably talks to Bruce about how he can learn stuff faster to catch up with what you're saying.

You'll be happy to find out that this man also hates horror movies, BUT he did read Twilight bc Tony convinced him it was supposed to be a masterpiece. Please give him better recommendations he is in too deep it isnt ok nor fun for anyone.

I'm going to be entirely honest, please be patient with him, your humor flies over his head half of the time. He's still adjusting, but one thing he IS familiar with is sarcasm. I think he finds sarcastic people really comforting and cool, and he thinks you're the most comforting and coolest of them all.

HANGING OUT

He likes to tell his lil stories about Asgard and Loki and yadayada mr.i-am-so-cool-and-accomplished. Either way please listen to him!! He is so excited to have someone listen to his stories with any level of enthusiasm. I feel like in Thor: Ragnorok and after he's grown to realise that people express interest differently and now he's aware of that with you!!! Also every other thing will remind him of a story so prepare for anecdotes.

He likes to bake. He likes to bake earth recipes along with the occasional surprise asgard time recipe!!! He doesn't measure to your skill though, as he sometimes gets impatient when baking alone and juts, yeah. But baking with you is like youre both in your own world and time doesnt exist <3

He is a summer boy who likes to frolick in sunflower fields and have picnics. Cottagecore lifestyle with no cottagecore style. what im trying to say is life is simple, baking, picnics, chickens, I don't know. On that note, I DO know that Thor does really like chickens.

Friends!! He is a sociable guy who likes to talk and be with people. You know his friends, he knows yourselfs. You both go out for dinners, go shopping and see movies together. He's definitely a blessing on anyone's social life I'm telling you.

#if you're not sold on drew I will MAKE SURE you are sold on drew this is a threat #anyway #i do have a lot of hcs and stufff for drew cause I hyperfixated on her #a lot of it is just interpertations but if you want I am always free to talk to!!#haydens matchups!!!#mcu matchups #marvel mcu #thor #mcu thor #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo matchup #drew tanaka #matchups #mcu matchup #percy jackson matchups

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hexensalbei · 3 years ago

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Hi! It's me again! Your self-proclaimed writer who just can't stop writing about Buddie. This time I offer you angst before the s4 finale ;)

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Nonono.

This canʼt be happening.

Buck barely even registers it when heʼs brutally pushed by Eddie. He wants to ask him what the actual fuck but he doesnʼt have a chance. It all happens so quickly. He hears a gunshot and—

His heart stops. His world shatters beneath him as he sees in a slow motion that the bullet reaches his friend and Eddie is collapsing, his expression stuck between pain, fear and something else, something Buck canʼt describe. Thereʼs a dark red patch blooming on his uniform in his chest.

Nonono.

This canʼt be happening.

Buck realises with horror that he canʼt move, heʼs like petrified and his body just refused to work. He canʼt even make a sound even if heʼs literally screaming in his mind.

He desperately tries to force his legs to move, to run to Eddie, try to help him, not let him die.

He canʼt die.

He canʼt die, he canʼt leave him alone, he canʼt die not knowing that Buck loves him—that heʼs in love with him. He canʼt leave Christopher, he canʼt do it to this poor kid that has already lost his mother.

Buckʼs vision blurs and he feels tears streaming down his cheeks but he doesnʼt even try to wipe them out.

Nonono. Eddiepleasedontdie.

He falls on his knees, not noticing that the hard concrete is causing him pain. The only thing heʼs focused on right now is Eddieʼs closed eyes, shallow breaths and the pool of blood around him slowly spreading.

He wants to help him, save him from bleeding out but his hands are trembling so much, heʼs not able to do anything. He knows he should focus, push away all the negative thoughts but he canʼt. Heʼs never been more scared and panicked in his life. Heʼs never been so paralysed with fear that it actually prevents him from doing his job. It has never happened before. He canʼt do anything and his best friend is bleeding out right next to him.

He barely hears the sound of another gunshot. Then, he feels burning pain in his arm but he ignores it, he doesnʼt really care if he got shot. Itʼs nothing compared to the dreadful feeling like his heart was ripped out from his chest. Or rather, gouged out with something blunt.

Eddiepleasedontdie.

He doesnʼt notice his coworkers rushing to them to help them, he doesnʼt hear Athenaʼs shouting, the sound of sirens around them, he doesnʼt really feel Bobbyʼs gentle touch on his non-injured arm.

“Buck”, tries Bobby but thereʼs no reaction. He doesnʼt want to do anything sudden, he doesnʼt want to scare him more than he already is.

“Evan”, he tries again.

This time it works. Buck tears his gaze away from Eddie whoʼs already taken care of by Hen and Chim and looks at his Captain.

“Buck, youʼre hurt. We have to check you out. Can you move?”

His voice is filled with so much worry, it makes Buck weep even more.

“Iʼm okay”, he hardly whispers because the lump in his throat doesnʼt let go.

“No, youʼre not. I know youʼre worried about Eddie but heʼs in good hands. Heʼs strong, heʼll get through this. Letʼs go.”

He helps him stand on his feet and wraps his arm around his waist to keep him standing because Buckʼs legs are still like jelly. Slowly, they reach out the paramedicsʼ truck and Buck is examined by another team. They say he got lucky because the bullet only grazed his arm and his recovery will be quick.

He doesnʼt feel lucky at all. How can he? His best friend is a few feet apart from him, fighting for his life. Friend who has a son waiting for him at home. Friend who never should have been shot. It was supposed to be Buck. The sniper was aiming at him, not at Eddie. He was supposed to be lying on the ground with a bullet in his chest. But Eddie—his usually careful, cautious Eddie—did a very reckless thing and saved his life. Knowing that his best friend noticed the sniper and pushed him to protect him makes him physically sick. The guilt is consuming him because he wasnʼt worth saving. Not that much anyway. Eddie has a loving family, a son, a girlfriend and Buck... Buck is just a friend. Not someone who canʼt be replaced.

Eddiepleasedontdie.

His hands are still trembling when theyʼre heading to the hospital Eddie was taken. Bobbyʼs there with him; he doesnʼt speak, doesnʼt try to find some clichéd words; he suspects that they wouldnʼt work anyway because Buck is too lost in his own head. Bobby just reaches to his hands and covers them with his own to keep them more steady.

They arrive at the hospital and find out Eddie already has a surgery.

He canʼt die.

That clean, sterile smell of hospital makes Buck even more sick. Heʼs been there enough times, both as a visitor and as a patient. He hates hospitals and he knows heʼs gonna spend there next few hours—or days. He doesnʼt know how he will survive this, how he will get through Eddieʼs surgery. What will he tell Chris? Carla? Abuela? That Eddie got shot because of him? His brain immediately takes him back to the day when he lost Chris in the tsunami and he tried to tell Eddie. It was one of the worst moments of his life and now it seems like he will be forced to do it again—only this time to tell Christopher which makes everything worse. He needs to stop bringing the Diaz boys such awful news. He should call Carla, tell her what happened, make sure she can stay with him longer than she was supposed to, tell him the truth but he canʼt even hold his phone. Itʼs Hen who does it for him. She calls Carla, she tells her about Eddie, about Buck, about the whole situation and promises sheʼll keep her updated.

Buckʼs grateful for that but he still feels guilty that he wasnʼt the one to share the news. It was supposed to be him but he was too weak to do it.

“Buckaroo.”

Thereʼs a gentle pat on his back, big, warm Henʼs eyes filled with love and a sad smile on her lips.

“You canʼt keep blaming yourself. It was not your fault and everybody knows that. Eddie knows that and he wonʼt be angry at you when he wakes up after surgery. Besides, you would have done the same thing for him. But Iʼm pretty sure if you were the one shot, we would have to restrain Eddie from barging into the police station and killing the sniper with his bare hands.”

Buck lets out a quick, humourless laugh because heʼs not sure Eddie wouldʼve done such thing. Oh, he knows that Eddie cares about him, he knows that heʼs a part of the Diaz family but at the end of the day, heʼs still just a friend. He wouldnʼt be that reckless.

And yet, he decided to put his life at risk for him.

He canʼt die.

Buck has never been a religious type but after two hours in the hospital, he starts to pray. He knows that surgeries can take hours, especially if you have a patient with a bullet in his chest but panic starts to take over him and he canʼt stop it, itʼs stronger than him. What if Eddie doesnʼt make it?

No.

He canʼt think like that. Itʼs not his first time heʼd been shot, he was in Afghanistan, he was almost buried alive, whatʼs a one bullet for him?

He has to fight for his family.

Next few hours blur into never-ending waiting. Buck feels more and more exhausted, the pain in his injured arm is nagging him but he refuses to take pills that could help him ease the ache and lull him to sleep. He will do it, eventually. As soon as heʼs sure Eddieʼs alive and safe, he can rest. Otherwise, heʼll keep vigil. He can do it. Maddie and Athena paid them a quick visit—they brought them coffee, donuts and fresh clothes. Both women talk with Buck and try to reassure him. Athena also scolds him for getting shot and she pulls him into a hug because clearly the whole situation took a toll on her and sheʼs as worried about both Buck and Eddie as much as her husband. Her presence actually helps Buck a little and heʼs calmer than before. He even manages to drink his coffee and he doesnʼt feel like throwing up and he counts it as a success.

After what it feels like an eternity, the doctor finally goes to their room. His expression is unreadable.

“Is there Evan Buckley?”

Buck raises his head sharply because itʼs not something he has expected.

“Y-Yeah. Itʼs me”, he says hesitantly. He really hasnʼt expected to be Eddieʼs emergency contact even though he knows itʼs very reasonable. “Is he...?”

“He is alive and stable, heʼs lucky because the bullet missed the most important organs and he will get through this but he needs to rest. Heʼs sleeping now but you can visit him now. One person at the time.”

Buck lets out a long, deep breath; he didnʼt even realize he was holding it during the doctorʼs speech. The guilt is still there but the weight that has been crushing his chest is definitely lighter.

Eddieʼs alive.

“Go, Buckaroo. Go see him”, encourages him Chim, smiling softly and nudging him in the right direction.

Buckʼs very unsure and tentative but he goes to Eddieʼs room anyway. Seeing him so vulnerable makes him want to cry again. He has never seen him in a bad state like this. Heʼs never seen Eddie being so close to death—not even when he was buried in that well.

He sits on the edge of the bed and squeezes his hand gently. He knows Eddieʼs sleeping so he feels comfortable with doing this. His cheeks are wet again; he didnʼt notice heʼs crying again. All of the emotions he has felt in the last few hours are piling up in his chest and he has to let them out. Heʼs still worried, he still feels guilty but knowing that his best friend is alive, that heʼs gonna get through is soothing. He thinks about how happy Christopher will be and that heʼs probably eager to go to the hospital and take care of his dad. Heʼs relieved that he doesnʼt have to bring him bad news.

Everythingʼs gonna be okay.

He lets the rest of the team see Eddie; he gently refuses Bobbyʼs offer to take him home. Heʼs not ready to go back to his apartment, he needs to stay, be there when his best friend wakes up. Bobbyʼs not happy with his decision because he sees how exhausted Buck is but he doesnʼt argue with him. He only tells him to call when Eddie wakes up. Buck agrees and he settles on the chair next to Eddieʼs bed.

Heʼs alive.

He falls asleep somehow, even though he was sure he wouldnʼt be able to. His sleep is not deep though because he immediately wakes up when he hears a shift on the bed. Eddieʼs eyes are open and he looks a little bit confused.

“Hey, Eds. Itʼs okay. Youʼre in the hospital, you got shot. Iʼm gonna call the doctor now, okay? Iʼll bring you some water”, says Buck. He doesnʼt even let him say a word, he doesnʼt know if heʼs ready to hear what Eddie has to say. Heʼs not ready because the guilt is still there, it doesnʼt let him forget even just for a moment. He calls the doctor and stays back when the man checks Eddie and talks with him. Heʼs even ready to sneak off like a true coward but Eddie must sense it before it happens.

“Buck.”

That one word is all it takes to make him stay. When the doctor goes out, smiling warmly at Buck, the blonde sits again on the chair very hesitantly. He keeps his head down because heʼs not sure heʼs able to look him in the eye.

“Unbelievable”, he hears Eddieʼs voice. It sounds weaker than usually but he can still detect a hint of amusement and teasing. “I took a bullet for you and you still got shot.”

“Sorry”, mumbles Buck, still not raising his head. “I didnʼt really think about it when I saw you on the ground. Besides, itʼs nothing. The bullet just nipped my arm. Although it should have been me with a bullet in the chest.”

“Buck, look at me”, Eddieʼs voice is now pleading and Buck finally looks at his best friend. Eddie has a small smile on his lips and he reaches out to take his hand and intertwine their fingers. “I would do it again if it meant that youʼre alive and safe. Iʼm glad youʼre alive and safe, but I wonder if I should be mad at you for being careless. I wouldnʼt want to wake up and find out that youʼre fighting for his life or youʼre dead. Weʼre not Romeo and Juliet so no dying, okay?”

“Said the dude who was literally fighting for his life a few hours ago”, points out Buck. His eyes are fixated on their intertwined hands; he was surprised by Eddieʼs gesture and he hopes heʼs not misreading this.

“Again, Iʼm fine with it. I would definitely do it again to keep you safe. Iʼm not blaming you for this.”

Buck should have known that Eddie would reassure him, tell him itʼs not his fault. He knows him so well, probably sometimes even better than Buck knows himself.

“It still feels like my fault. Eddie, you have to be more careful, you have to think about people who love you, people you love because—”

“Who says I wasnʼt thinking about people I love?”, interrupts Eddie.

“Then why did you do it? Why did you do it thinking about Chris, your family, Ana—”

“For Godʼs sake”, Eddie interrupts him again, now with a very exasperated look. “Because I love you too, you dumbass.”

Buckʼs heart stops again. It feels better this time, though.

“You... Love me?”

“Yes, I love you. Although I should probably make this clearer for you... Iʼm in love with you. So yes, I was thinking about you and I wouldnʼt forgive myself if I lost you. But youʼre here and I couldnʼt be more happy.”

“I love you too”, says Buck simply and then, heʼs just grinning because itʼs the most beautiful thing heʼs ever heard and his awful day just turned into one of his best.

“So is there a chance that youʼll take care of me when I go back home?”, asks Eddie, doing puppy eyes because he knows Buck wonʼt say no. “You know, I did take a bullet for love so I think Iʼve earned it.”

“Oh my God, I’m never gonna see the end of it, am I?”

“Never.”

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #911 fic #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #911 spoilers #911 s4 spoilers #lucy writes #lucy's attempt to write

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ladyartemisia28 · 4 years ago

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Loop of Despair: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Hurts Like Hell

Summary:

Dean Winchester could not believe that his best friend, Castiel was confessing his feelings of love towards him.

But the message does settle in by the 4th or so time that he hears it.

15x18 time loop.

Word count:1978

Warnings:Major Character Death (repeatedly), Language, Suicide/Sacrifice.

Author's note: thank you to @castielsbeeslippers for teaching me to add a READ MORE on mobile💚💙.

Chapter Title in reference to the Song 'Hurts like Hell' By Fleurie

Dean momentarily blacked out as his heart began to physically fail him. He found himself coming back to consciousnesses standing hunched over near the entrance to the room. Dean sighed in relief as he looked over to see Castiel finishing up painting a protective sigil on the door with his angelic blood.

Dean could feel the literal death grip on his heart ease.

“Did it work?” Castiel asks and receives a nod as an answer. “I blocked her grip on you”

Knock

“Dean she said that wound was killing her.” Cas should with a small bit of hope in his voice. A knock interrupts his words. “Maybe we can wait her out.”

Dean walks away from Cas “Yeah and if we can’t?”

“Then we fight” he replies as he looks back at the door which has another knock coming from it.

“We’ll lose” Dean says as he reaches the chair in the middle of the demon circle. He turns to look at Cas who is now looking back as he continues his negative spiral. “I just led us into another trap.”

Another knock

“All because I couldn’t hurt Chuck” he looks downward. Another knock. “Because I was angry and because I just needed something to kill and because that is all I know how to do.”

“Dean” Cas says resolute as he approaches him

“It was Chuck all along.”

Knock

“We never should have left Sam and Jack we should be there with them now”

Knock

“Everybody’s gonna die, Cas. Everybody. I can’t stop it”

Knock

This time they both look at this knock while Dean moved towards Cas

“She’s gonna get through that door ”

Cas looks away from Dean while he replies “I know”

“And she’s gonna kill you. And then she’s gonna kill me”

Cas glances briefly at Dean and then looks away once again.

Dean sighs and looks down before he says “I’m sorry”

Cas looks into the middle distance back and forth like he was going over a plan in his mind. He appears to have found something, gulps and furrows his brow with determination

“Wait there is.”

Dean raises his head and turns his face to look at Cas with the smallest glimmer of hope.

“There’s one thing she’s afraid of. There’s one thing strong enough to stop her.” He finally turns his face to look at the eldest Winchester.

Dean looks at Cas and gulps listening intensely as Cas looks away.

“When Jack was dying, I…I made a deal” Cas returning his eyes to look at him once more. “To save him.”

“You what?”

“The… the price was my life” Cas says his eyes beginning to water with feeling “When I experienced a moment of true happiness The Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever”

Dean’s face was confused as he struggled with a responses.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

Knock

“I always wondered” Cas’s face turned to look away for the briefest of moments before he quickly found the resolve to turn his gaze fully at Dean. “Ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be. What my true happiness could even look like?”

“And I never found a answer”

“Because the one thing I want is something I know I can’t have.”

Knock

Dean is confused and silent.

“But I think I know, I think I know now. Happiness isn’t in the having…it’s in just being it’s in just saying it.”

Dean has to break his silence and ask in confusion.

“What are you talking about Man?”

Cas has a brighter expression on his face as he takes a step forward towards Dean.

“I know, I know how you see yourself Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You’re destructive, you’re angry, You’re Broken. You’re Daddy’s blunt instrument.”

“You think that hate and anger that’s what drives you, that’s who you are.”

“It’s not. And everyone who know so you sees it. Everything you have done the good and the bad you have done for Love.”

“You raise your little brother for love, You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are.”

Dean can no longer hold his gaze.

“You’re the most caring man on earth. You are the most selfless loving human being I will ever know.”

Cas’s sadily smiles

The knocking sounds further away at the moment.

“You know ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of hell” a tear rolls slowly down Cas’s right eye “Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you”

“You changed me Dean”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?” Dean asks still very confused at what was happening.

“Because it is”

“I love you”

“Don’t do this Cas” Dean pleads for him to not be saying these words as a goodbye.

One final knock.

The Empty appears behind Dean and he turns to look. Then quickly back at Cas as the door slams open Billie appearing behind it.

“Cas” Dean starts to say. Too many things are happening at once, he feels overwhelmed.

Cas places his blood covered right hand on to Dean’s left shoulder

“Goodbye Dean”

He shoves Dean to the floor before Dean can protest. Cas gives him one final fond look and then takes a breath.

The Empty grabs both of the otherworldly beings.

Dean is left with the silence before all of the emotion and tears break free.

Dean momentarily blacked out as his heart began to physically fail him. He found himself coming back to consciousnesses standing hunched over near the entrance to the room. Dean blinked in confusion as he looked over to see Castiel finishing up painting a protective sigil on the door with his angelic blood.

Dean could feel the literal death grip on his heart ease.

“Did it work?” Cas asks with concern.

“Wha…what’s happening?” Dean asks as he shakes his head to try and clear the fog

“Billie is coming after us.”

Dean stayed silence as Cas continued speaking. His words began to give Dean a sense of déjà vu

“Wait…this” he says quietly to himself.

He stares at Cas who continues telling him about his deal and telling Dean about how he was not a killer and how he was motivated by love.

Once Dean hears the words “I love you” he turns to look behind him a split second faster than he did originally.

He sees the empty and just panics.

“Take me you fucking tar pit!” Dean shouts as he runs full speed at it ignoring the panicked shout of his name behind him.

The inky darkness stilled as he threw himself at it.

He found himself coming back to consciousnesses standing hunched over near the entrance to the room. Dean blinked with shock as he looked over to see Castiel finishing up painting a protective sigil on the door with his angelic blood.”

“Did it….”

“Cas, we are in a time loop” Dean interupts

“What?”

“You summon the empty and you…”

“I summon the empty? But how?”

Dean could scream, ‘You fucking idjit! You gave him the idea!’

“You say a whole bunch of shit about me. I think letting me think that you love…”

“What?”

“Which is such a dick move. The way you say it is really…”

“Dean”

“The one thing you can’t have? Like what do you think I’m going to think when you say that?!”

“DEAN!”

“WHAT?!”

“I DO LOVE YOU!”

…

…..

“…what?”

He places his hand back on the same shoulder

“I love you,”

“Uh, like a brother right?” Dean asks with an eyebrow raise. He momentarily forgets about the time loop. Cas gives him a look of amusement.

Dean trys to make sense of what Castiel is saying to him.

“You love me? As in flowers, and chocolates,….uh” Dean gulps before weakly asking “kissing?”

“I’m sorry if this has made you um, uncomfortable. But just saying my truth is what was needed to make me happy. I feel an incredible amount of peace now. I am sorry I was not brave enough to tell you at an earlier time.”

This caused Dean to remember what was coming. Or in this cause, what had already arrived. In his pure confused and shocked state he had completely ignored that The Empty had already made it’s arrival.

“NO!” Dean shouted as he turned to look back and feel the hand hit his shoulder as he heard Cas’s final words to him again.

“Goodbye Dean.”

He was again at the moment where he was pushed away to the ground. This time he happened to find his voice..

“Cas, stop!” He yelled helplessly.

After the disappearance of Castiel happened again Dean just wordlessly screamed at full volume.

Dean momentarily blacked out as his heart began to physically fail him. He found himself coming back to consciousnesses standing hunched over near the entrance to the room. Dean blinked this time with anger as he looked over to see Castiel finishing up painting a protective sigil on the door with his angelic blood.

Dean could feel the literal death grip on his heart ease.

“Did it work?”

Dean ignores Cas’s question as he steadys his body and then rushes over to the storage boxes.

‘Okay so telling him did NOT work, Damnit! I see now why Sammy was so pissed off during his Groundhog day loop.’

“We have to find SOMETHING in this room to help us with this!” Dean shouts He makes an angry noise at knock behind him.

“Why do we have all this useless shit!”

“What the fuck is this?!” Dean asks as he holds up spiky crown.

“That is uh the crown of thorns” Cas replies. “That would be of no use to us in this situation.”

“If it can’t stop Billie then WHAT USE IS IT!!!” Dean yells as he throws it full force at the wall.

“There is one thing that is strong enough”

Dean’s head shot up his eyes wide to look at Cas’s face.

“NO no nonono!” he moves back towards him.

“Don’t you dare Cas.” He growled at him with a pointed finger.

“Dean, I have something you need to hear.”

“I will set your fine feathery ass on fire with holy oil if you keep on speaking your truth or whatever.”

He brushed past his accidentally blurted out flirty comment.

Cas tries to start his speech when Dean decks him.

It only gives him brief pause.

All it does is cause him to head tilt and stare at Dean with confused narrowed eyes.

“what, was that Dean?”

“See I AM fueled by ANGER! You can’t tell me otherwise!” Dean laughs mirthlessly. “Don’t lie to me!”

“No you are caring you are fueled by love.”

“No, you are wrong….you have to be wrong…I’m not…you…” Dean protested and waved his hands at Castiel. He then looked away from Cas.

“I know how you see yourself. If anyone was their Daddy’s blunt instrument it would have been me. I remember the first time I saw your soul. It shown bright even after it had been damaged in hell.”

“In my whole existence the only thing that changed me was you, Dean. I cared for the whole world because of you.”

“Please Cas,” Dean’s voice breaks “please don’t, I can’t do this again.”

“Yes you can, you’re strong and brave and you will survive my passing. I have no doubt. ” Cas thought he was just referring to Cas dying once again.

“I love you.”

As he felt the hand land on his shoulder once more Dean felt his lips tremble and tears pour down his face.

“Cas”

The Empty makes it’s entrance.

Castiel tosses him and is stolen once more from Dean.

Dean lets his tired head fall and waits for his next chance to change things.

(3).

(2).

#Supernatural #supernatural fanfic #destiel fanfic #deancas #deancas fanfic #supernatural 15x18 fix it fic #Destiel #Destiel fanfiction #dean x cas #dean x castiel

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oof-musicals · 4 years ago

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Together, me and you//Chapter one

This is the first chapter of a project I haven't been able to stop thinking about. I'm so excited about it and I just,, I'm really proud of this guys. I’m not the too educated on travelling out of the occasional trips I’ve been on, so thank you so much to Chandler for talking it out with me, you are a lifesaver. Anyway, here it is guys, I hope you enjoy it:)

Tag list: @tarantulas4davey, @racecrack-higgins

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“Racetrack Higgins has always been apart of the busy city of Manhattan, he loved the busy streets and lively aspects that accompanied the state. He had never thought about leaving until now.

Albert DaSilva moved to Manhattan from then the never-sleeping New York. In the 6 years he'd lived here, he had started to build his life in the city he now called home. But from time to time, he can't help but want to experience the quietness of a small town again.

With impulsiveness and desire, the two set out on a trip across the country. 50 states. Two boys set out for an adventure. One trip.

They got this.”

Road trip au

Content Warnings: Implied child abuse (Not explicit and it’s like 0.2 seconds), Self-esteem issues.

Words: 3142

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Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins was a city boy. Living in Manhattan and visiting nearby boroughs often since the day he was born made navigating the subway - though he opts to walk instead - fairly easy. He loved the city. The lively energy of the city and the never-ending busy streets made him feel at home. He'd never thought about leaving before, could you really blame him? He’s been here for twenty-five years. He has a great life. He loved it here. Why would he leave?

Albert DaSilva, unlike Race, grew up in a city in Illinois. He moved to New York shortly after his two years of community college and never looked back. That’s what he needed. An escape from his family. Well, his father. He hadn’t seen his brothers since his sophomore year of high school. And his father was just… not the best. So moving away was probably one of the best things he could’ve done. He had a great job and he made a family here. He had good friends and a boyfriend he loved very much. Still, as much as he loved New York, he missed the quietness of the Midwest - how could he not? His hometown had friendly faces that were much more common than in the active streets of Manhattan and the way some nights were just simple. When he was growing up, he loved falling asleep to the cicadas outside his window. Falling asleep to cars honking just wasn’t the same. Sometimes, the desire to go back to that was too much to handle.

Right now, the desire was too much.

He doesn’t know what brought it on, but Albert recognized the feeling of homesickness the moment he woke up. He felt selfish to feel like this, especially when he had a good life with his boyfriend of five years. Race was his rock, the love of his life. To say he missed Illinois felt like he was saying he never wanted to meet Race. And while Race would probably understand that’s not at all how Albert meant it, it troubled Albert deep down.

Albert had decided to open up about it to Finch a while ago. It was probably the best decision Albert has made in a long time. Finch was actually pretty good when it came to giving advice. Davey would’ve been too pushy - not that it was totally Davey’s fault that he came on a little strong sometimes, that advice was not something Albert was particularly looking for. He didn’t want to go to Race - Race was amazing and great and Albert didn’t want to bother him with any problems he might have. Finch was the best person he’d had to give him advice lately. And today was no different.'

It was hard to concentrate on work all day. Sure work was never the best but he had the job of helping design video games. This was a teenage boy’s dream and he had trouble concentrating because he was missing his hometown. It sucked. He hated his hometown for the nineteen years he lived there, and now he couldn’t help but miss it.

Finch noticed. He noticed almost immediately. Albert noticed Finch eyeing him multiple times throughout the day and Albert could tell what he was concerned without him even needing to say anything. And, almost predictably, he brought it up when they were finally alone during a lunch break that they thankfully had together, despite them having separate jobs.

“Okay, I’m just gonna get to the point,” Finch announced as they sat down to eat lunch. “You’ve been off. What’s going on?”

“First of all, you’re blunt.” Albert sighed. “Second of all, what are you, my therapist?”

“Albert.”

“Okay okay, fine.” Albert stirred his water with a straw. “I’m just, missing Illinois and shit, and I kind of want to go back.”

“Like, move?” Finch’s voice had the slightest hint of sadness to it.

“Nonono not move,” Albert replied quickly. Sure, he missed home a lot but he couldn’t leave his new life behind. Not his friends. Not Race. “I don’t want to be in New York for the rest of time either.”

“Okay then, what about just visiting?”

“No, I can’t just go.” Albert opposed Finch’s suggestion. “I’d love to but, Race and I have a great relationship and I don’t want to mess that up with my own issues. I don’t want whatever I have with him to crumble.”

Finch was silent for a moment before he finally spoke his mind. “Albert. You are my best friend and I completely understand where you’re coming from but can I say something, as your friend?” Albert nodded. “You are such fucking idiot. Race loves you. He never shuts up about you! Even when you are around. You’ve been together five years. If he wasn’t completely in love with you, he would’ve left a long time ago. And Al we both know he’d be down for the idea to travel the world with you if he could. I get that you feel that you are one step away from messing things up with Race but seriously, I don’t think he could love you more than he already does. Just, talk to him. And if something horrible happens, which it won’t, I’m only a phone call away.”

And that’s why he went to Finch for advice. Albert smiled a bit. Even though he wasn’t the most convinced that his relationship was a landmine, Finch was probably right. Race has done crazier things than just travel to a different state (even when he’s never been to a different state). Really, what’s the worst that could happen?

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The first thing Albert was greeted to when he entered the front door to his apartment he shared with Race was their cat, Fishy, rubbing up against Albert’s legs. It was an interesting name to give a cat, and it was definitely a joke Race had stolen from the stage adaptation of Waitress, but the little guy seemed to love the name. So it stuck.

“Hi Fishy,” Albert kneeled down to scratch behind the cat’s ears gently. “Where’s your papa?” He asked, getting a purr in response. Albert checked his phone to see a text from Race, saying he had to go out and help Jack with an unspecified project - which kind of worried Albert, but not to the point he should be - and would be back with dinner in a couple of hours.

That left Albert to himself. Well, himself and Fishy. He didn’t do anything special during his time alone. Just put on an episode of The Good Place and played with his cat.

Soon enough, Race came home with dinner, The two rarely actually ate out, both opting to eat actual meals together. But tonight, neither of them had the time to get up and cook - so rice and dumplings made a good substitute.

“Jack wouldn’t stop calling me to help him with this top-secret project for Davey and he annoyed me enough I gave in.” Race rolled his eyes as he recalled the reason he left. “I swear ever since they got engaged Jack has talked more about Davey.”

“Well, do you think that’s going to change once they actually tie the knot?” Albert took out two plates from the cabinet and set them on the table.

“Don’t know, but he’s still gonna annoy the hell out of me. Even if he’s my best friend.” Race fed a tiny bit of rice out for Fishy - which was, fortunately, one of the things they were a hundred percent sure she could eat. Regarding Jack and Davey, they, despite being the second-worst couple to get their shit together, had gotten engaged 2 months ago and become the first couple in their friend group to do so. Jack was Race’s best friend, so of course, he was excited for him and Davey, but he was also annoyed. So so annoyed.

The two spent most of the meal enjoying each other's company. Race took up the opportunity to talk about his job as an astrologer, which Albert didn’t really know anything about, but still loved when Race talked about it, and Albert spent the whole time listening to his boyfriend and just adoring the boy in front of him. As the conversation drifted from stars to life back on the ground, however, Albert’s homesickness started to creep up on him again. Race must’ve noticed because he didn’t push Albert to talk and opted out of talking about everyday life. Soon the conversation became a comfortable silence between the two. Just them. No talk about work, no talk about life. Just them.

"Do you ever just get tired of the busy life in the city?” Albert said suddenly, looking up from his plate. “Like, do you ever want to get out?”

“Well, I’ve never thought about actually leaving.” Race admitted. The idea of leaving was intriguing once he thought about it. But Manhattan was home, he couldn’t leave all that as much as he wanted to. That’s the reason Jack didn’t move to Santa Fe out of college and was now getting married to Davey in New York. Family had a strong tie. “Manhattan has always been home for me.”

“I’m not saying we should move away from family, I’d never make you do that if you don’t want to,” Albert assured. “I’m just saying, do you ever just - want to get out of the city? Even if it’s just for a day?”

“I mean- I guess.” The blond set his fork down before standing up and taking his plate into the kitchen. “I’d love to see what life is like outside of a major city, someday. And you’re bound to miss home at some point, so I’d be open to going with you if you’d ever think about going back.”

Wow. Well, Albert was worrying over nothing.

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Race smirked. God damn. Why was this man so amazing? And amazingly sarcastic? “Seriously though, if that’s what you want, I’m down. I’ve never been out of New York and cities close by, so getting the chance to travel with you is something I’d be down for.”

Albert chuckled. “At this point, we need to take you to every state.”

“Why don’t we do it now?” Race suggested, setting his plate in the sink.

Albert snorted. “Yeah, let’s do it,” It took a second for him to realize what Race really meant. “Wait Tony are you serious?”

"Hell yeah! Let's just - travel the country!" Race turned around to Albert. "We can get a rental car to visit the connective states or whatever shit it's called we can buy plane tickets to go to the last two states and it'll take like what? A month at most? Let's do it, baby."

"I meant traveling the country as a joke, T,”

“I know, but honestly, Al,” Race walked over to the table, placing a hand on Albert’s cheek. “We’re young and stupid. It’s arguably the best time to do something like this.”

Now that he thought about it, Race was the perfect one to travel the country with. As dramatic and annoying Race was even when driving from Manhattan to Brooklyn, Albert would drop anything to be with the blond. And they were young and stupid, just like Race said. If down the road they got married and had kids, having the chance to do this - which with the help of amazing friends, they wouldn’t have to worry about their apartment or Fishy (as much as they would probably want to take her) - would be now. He wanted to do this with Race so bad. But there was still that part nagging at him. Something that stopped him from throwing caution to the wind and doing this with Race.

“Can I think about it?” Albert tried not to feel guilty when Race nodded silently. But he just needed a minute. A minute to reassure himself. Just a minute.

The rest of the night, Albert kept thinking about what Race said. He was definitely down for the idea, but some part of him was fairly hesitant. Hesitant that sometime on the trip Race may realize that he and Albert would probably not work out long term. Hesitant that

When he was comfortably sleeping in Race’s arms, Albert realized he had definitely lucked out with the boy. To have someone who not only understood Albert missed his home but also was down to get up and travel the country with him. In his few serious relationships he’d had, Albert had never come close to someone as lovable as Race. Sure, he still was worried about the possibility that Race would realize he may not want to make this a long-term thing but Finch was right. It’s been five years, and here they still were.

And if Albert was being honest, he’d be more than happy to travel the world with Race if he asked.

“You know what? Let’s do it.” Albert broke the silence. “Let’s go travel the country.” The redhead turned to Race, who grinned sleepily.

“I knew you’d say yes.” Race laughed quietly.

“Yeah, right.”

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They hadn’t finalized the idea of going across the country that night. Of course they hadn’t made the decision in one night. Traveling to all the states in the country took lots of planning - even for the most impulsive couple on the planet. First of all, they needed some form of transportation. Both Albert and Race had driver’s licenses - even if the idea of Race having a legal document allowing him to be on the road was terrifying - sure, but they favored using public transportation or just walking to get around. Luckily, New York has numerous car rentals. Second, this trip was going to be expensive. Really expensive.

That’s what they were discussing now. It was nearly one am and probably not the best time to be discussing where a huge amount of their finances will go but nevertheless, here they were. Discussing money over microwaveable pies in the middle of the night.

“What about where we sleep?” Race asked, throwing away the box for the pie in the recycling before shoving half the pastry in his mouth “Should we set aside a chunk of money to stay somewhere occasionally?” He asked between chewing.

Albert drew out a breath before rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know, hotels are expensive and motels are shady. For the sake of our wallets and safety, we can sacrifice a month of comfortable sleeping and we can sleep in our car."

“Motels aren't shady." Race rolled his eyes, setting the other half of the pie on a plastic plate.

"Yes, they are."

"You just don't want the extra excitement."

"I don't want to get murdered."

"Okay, okay valid point," Race finished off the pie. "I'm going to bed."

Albert let out a hum of acknowledgment. “I love you, Racer.”

“I love you too.” Race kissed Albert’s cheek. “Don’t stay up too long though. We may be prone to pulling all-nighters but doing math isn’t the best at one am, and this is coming from a math whiz.”

“Shut up I hate you.” Albert pushed Race jokingly, a smile forming on his face.

“You love me.”

Yeah. He really did. He really really did.

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It only took a week or so to get everything in order to hit the road. It's honestly crazy how fast the most spontaneous couple in their friend group put so much thought into a trip. At least it was a crazy thing to Davey, who somehow found himself helping his friends load up a rental van to travel the country.

Traveling the country was not for Davey. For his boyfriend - no fiancé. He and Jack were engaged. For his fiancé, the idea would be sold. A trip around the country was probably high on Jack's bucket list. The idiot was almost as impulsive as Race and Albert. But for Davey, not so much. He loved traveling, sure. But that's something he wanted to do after he got married. Not on a whim in the middle of June.

But his preferences aside, here he was on a Saturday morning, helping Albert and Race pack up a rental van for their trip to visit 49 states. That and get their apartment key so he could be in charge of watching their house and cat for upwards of a month.

“Are they really taking five different blankets?” Jack’s voice interrupted his thoughts, holding a clump of said blankets. “It’s the middle of summer.”

“Different climates, Jackie.” Davey kissed his fiance's cheek before taking a box full of very unhealthy snacks to the car. He definitely was friends with some of the most impulsive people ever, it seemed.

Outside, Race set his duffle bag into the trunk. Well, one of his duffle bags. Davey might’ve rubbed off on him a little and he ended up overpacking a little. Granted, they didn’t know how long this trip was going to take in days, but he was pretty sure 4 duffle bags was a little extreme. Still, it’s not like he really cared.

“Seriously," Albert said, "One or two was enough."

"I'm sorry I wear more than sleeveless shirts and snapbacks."

"How about three?" Albert ignored Race's comment and took out two of his duffle bags, despite the disapproval whine Race let out. "We can always wash clothes."

"Whatever."

Jack eventually appeared out of the apartment complex with the blankets, nearly tripping around four times, catching himself almost every time. The last time he ran into the rental car. It was kind of funny to Race. Jack glared at the blond's snicker, causing Race to smile innocently.

Soon, Davey came out with the rest of the stuff they really needed plus a backpack that the nurturing side of him probably put together. He made a switch of giving Albert the snacks and Race the bag that included chargers, a list of numbers in the event they needed to contact someone without having their cell phones, a book or two, water bottles, and actually healthy snacks. He really was the mom friend. Race gave him a key to the apartment and Albert snuck him a short list of what to do with Fishy that only consisted of 'remember to clean her food & water bowl' and 'she has sharp claws. Race was supposed to take her to get them cut but he didn't so sorry about that'. Race and Albert said goodbye to Fishy and then to Jack and Davey.

And then, they were in the car. Ready to go on a trip across the country.

“Holy shit. We’re doing this.” Race breathed, buckling his seatbelt.

“We’re doing this,” Albert repeated.

They were actually doing this.

#newsies #ralbert #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #newsies fanfiction #audrey writes #I'm so proud of this yet so nervous at the same time #Ralbert road trip #tw abuse #javid #javey #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #finch cortez #long roads au

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swervavery · 5 years ago

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Marked | Jack Avery

Pairing: Jack Avery x Reader

Summary: An alternate universe where everyone has a dark mark showing where their soulmate first touches them.

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1970

A/N: So, this ended up a lot longer than I expected it to… I truly enjoyed writing this, please let me know what you think.

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It is 6:45 AM on a Friday morning, and I am on my way to kindergarten. I love working with little kids, but now that summer is approaching, they are all hyped up and somehow even more energetic than usual. It has been a long week, and I am ready for a weekend to unwind and sleep. I pull into the parking lot at 7 AM and meet Maisie and Levi inside. Maisie is my boss, she’s 62 years old and has been working here almost as long as this place has existed. Levi is 28 and started working here three years ago, a couple of months before me. Today it is only us three working, seeing as a lot of the parents pick up their kids early on Fridays.

Levi and I are on our way outside to make sure everything is ready for the children. Forecast says there will be plenty of sunshine today, making it a perfect day to spend out in the garden. “Y/N, I need you in here! Levi you head outside.” Maisie calls out when we open the door. “What do you need?” I ask her. “Adrian arrived 20 minuets ago and he is sitting alone in the drawing room. Could you go keep him company until the others get here?” I look at her with a puzzled expression, “Why did he come so early? I mean, we still don’t officially open until 15 minutes.” Maisie shakes her head and tells me his mother had a meeting out of state and had to leave early. “She told me yesterday, so I got here at 6:30.” I smile at her, thinking there aren’t many people who would go to work earlier to help out the way Maisie does.

I walk into the drawing room and head over to Adrian who is sitting at a table surrounded by paper and colored pencils. “Hi there Adrian, would you mind if I joined you?” He shakes his head without looking up, focusing on the drawing in front of him. “What are you drawing?” I ask, trying to get a look of his work. He sighs and looks up at me, a frown on his face. “I’m trying to draw me and my parents in our garden, but I can’t draw flowers.” “Hmmm”, I put my hand on my chin, making an exaggerated thinking-face. “I might have something to help you.” I use my key to open a cabinet and take out our arts-and-crafts box. I put it on the table, and take out stickers, stamps, gemstones and glue and help Adrian make a colorful garden with flowers, butterflies and everything else he wants to add.

“Hey, what’s that mark on your hand?” Adrian had stayed silent, working intently on his drawing, but now his focus is fixed on my right hand. I glance down, dropping the colored pencil I was drawing with and placing my hand flat on the table. “It’s a soulmate mark”, I tell him, seeing confusion spread across his face. I smile slightly at his innocence before explaining further, “It shows up as you get closer to meeting your soulmate, marking the place where they first touch you.” I trace the outline of the dark brown shape that covers the back of my hand. “Does that mean you will meet your soulmate soon?” Adrian asks, examining my hand. “Unfortunately, I don’t know. It can be in two days or two years; you can never be sure exactly when it will happen.” Adrian carefully lifts his hand and places it on top of mine, trying to cover my mark. His hand is much too small to fit, but I smile at the gesture. “What will happen when your soulmate touches the mark?” he enquires. “I think it fades to a lighter color, but it never disappears.” Adrian nods his head, pulls his hand away and turns back to his drawing.

Other kids start showing up, and as some of them join Adrian, I head over to Maisie to go over the schedule for today. As planned, we spend most of the day outside in the sun, joyful shrieks and children’s laughter filling the air. A few parents come to pick up their children at 1 PM, and by 2:30 only two kids remain. Levi plays with them outside, while Maisie and I start cleaning up inside. Once all the kids have been collected, Levi comes to help us. With all three of us we have the place tidied up and spotless in no time.

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Back home I take a shower and wash my hair, make myself a cup of tea, and sit down on my couch with a book. My friend Theresa calls me just as I reach a cliffhanger, and I consider just ignoring her but decide against it. “You are joining me at a party tonight!” It’s always straight to the point with her, never any sugarcoating. However, I am really tired and not feeling up for a party tonight. I tell her as much, but she is determined, arguing back, “Nope, you have been around little kids all week, you need to socialize with people your own age!” I tell her that I have coworkers my age, but she ignores me, proceeding to talk about her roommate’s friend’s cousin’s party at an apparently mansion-like house. “If I say I’ll come, will you stop talking?” I half joke, cutting her off. She instantly agrees, telling me she’ll pick me up at eight, before hanging up. I pick up my book again, deciding to just enjoy my alone time before I have to start getting ready.

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Theresa wasn’t kidding when she labeled the place as mansion-like. The house is gigantic, complete with the fancy entrance, (containing, you guessed it, a chandelier), and a huge pool in the back. Loud party-music is blasting from speakers in every room I enter. There are tons of people here, and though I know quite a few of them, I’m still not in the mood to mingle. I make my way up a grand staircase, searching for a place less crowded and hopefully somewhat quiet. As I am contemplating finding Theresa and telling her I’ll just take an Uber home, I spot a figure sitting crouched up in the corner of the hallway. It’s a guy dressed in all black clothes, with hair so curly I’m thinking he has to have had it done in a hair salon. His knees are pulled up to his head, covering his face, and his arms are wrapped around his legs. His hands are covered in rings, and one of them displays part of a tattoo. I am struck by the sudden desire to know everything about him and his tattoo. When did he get it? How does the whole thing look? Is there a meaning behind it? Does he have any others? I shake my head and collect my thoughts. My friends always joke about how I was destined to work in a kindergarten, because of what they call my “mom-instincts”. I don’t know if that is a real thing, but upon seeing his crouched-up figure, I have an urge to comfort the boy.

I walk over to him, clearing my throat a little before speaking softly, “Hey, are you okay?” He just shrugs his shoulders, and I slide down to the floor beside him, making sure to maintain some distance between us. “Is there anything I can do for you?” I keep going in my soothing voice, trained up from years of speaking to scared children. The curly-headed guy shakes his head, still not looking up. I move a little closer and gently place my right hand on his left cheek to get him to look at me. “Hey” I say again, this time a hint of concern latched into my voice. He finally looks at me, and I am dazed by the deep brown eyes staring into mine. After a second of sitting in silence gazing into each other’s eyes, his grow wide, and he moves his left hand, covering my right one. At first, I think he’s going to yank my hand away and leave, but he simply presses it closer to his face, his mouth parting slightly. It takes a moment before I feel it. A burning sensation that starts on the back of my hand and spreads through my whole body. I let out a gasp, but it’s not from pain. I am on fire, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s a feeling, not only of warmth, but also love and home and belonging all at once. It is overwhelming, yet I never want it to fade.

A sudden stinging spreads over the back of my hand, making me pull it away from the boy’s face. Looking down at it I see the previous dark brown mark, now turned into only a shadow of the hand that touched my skin. Looking back up at the boy sitting in front of me, I see a shadow of a hand, my hand, marking his cheek. I reach out to touch his soulmate mark again, smiling at the realization of what this means. “I’m Y/N”, I say as I move my hand, signaling him to shake it. He takes it, and that wonderful burning feeling runs up my arm. “I’m Jack”, he replies, his face breaking into a smile, making his eyes close slightly and his nose scrunch up adorably. I feel myself become weak in the knees, and I’m thankful for already being seated on the floor.

Jack is playing with my hand, and when I look down at his tattoo I remember why I approached him in the first place. I’m not usually good at talking to strangers, unless they are young children, but something about knowing this is my soulmate, my person, makes me feel brave. I decide to take a page out of Theresa’s book, and be blunt about my thoughts. “I know we just met, but do you want to talk about why you were sitting alone, looking so sad?” Jack meets my eyes, his smile staying put, though I notice some of his happiness fade away. He looks away for a second, taking a breath before re-counting the events of the night. Apparently his friends has been tauntinghim for years, thinking his first encounter with his soulmate would end with a slap in the face. “It just really got to me. I have three sisters, and I never understood how I could do something that would hurt or offend my soulmate enough to hit me.” “I’m sorry”, I say and start to pull my hand away, feeling at fault for the misleading placement of his mark. “Nonono”, Jack grabs my hand with his and uses the other to tilt my head, forcing me to look him in the eyes again. “This is not your fault, okay?” He must be able to see the doubt in my eyes because he lets go of my hand, using both of his to cup my cheeks, and tilts his face close to mine. “I wouldn’t have had any of this in a different way, as it led me to you.” His voice is filled with sincerity, and his eyes examine every detail on my face, landing on my lips. My heart is beating so loudly I’m certain he can hear it, but all I can think about is how his lips would feel on mine. My breath is caught in my throat as I feel his lips lightly touching mine, all the distance between us vanishing. We are pulled towards each other, and with every touch of his lips and hands I feel my body catching fire, the overwhelming feeling returning, leaving only a single thought in my head; Jack.

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