Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Matt Cohen x Reader Reader Gender:Female Word Count:2k Warnings: fluff (is that a warning?), swearing, reader has self-confidence issues, mentions of anxiety/depression
A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry this took so long. I first want to thank everyone who liked or followed this story and for everyone who still is reading it despite my absence. It means so much to me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! (Internal thoughts are in italics)
Summary: You had long dreamt of meeting your hero Matt Cohen and thanking him for changing your life. But now with SPNCon rolling around, you finally get your chance, and it’s more than you could have ever imagined.
Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Matt Cohen x Reader Reader Gender:Female Word Count:3k Warnings: fluff (is that a warning?), swearing, reader has self-confidence issues, mentions of anxiety/depression
A/N: Hello, everyone and welcome to Unicorn, my first series starring this nerd (that I love) Matt Cohen. Before we get started, I want to clarify a few things. First, thank you to everyone who shared inspiring stories about meeting Matt and how he changed your life. You inspired me to make this fic and some of these instances in this fic are directly from your experiences (hope you don’t mind). Secondly, for all intents and purposes, Matt is single without children in this series. That being said, I mean absolutely no disrespect to him or his family. I think Mandy is beautiful and amazing and how can you resist the adorable Mack? They’re a beautiful family and I love them. This is just an homage to how inspiring a person Matt is mixed in with some fanfiction. Anyways, that’s enough of my rambling. I hope you enjoy this new series, my lovelies! (Internal thoughts are in italics)
Summary: You had long dreamt of meeting your hero Matt Cohen and thanking him for changing your life. But now with SPNCon rolling around, you finally get your chance, and it’s more than you could have ever imagined.
Author:somemaycallmesunshine Pairing: Matt Cohen x Reader Reader Gender:Female Word Count:2k Warnings: fluff (is that a warning?), swearing, reader has self-confidence issues, mentions of anxiety/depression
A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry this took so long. I first want to thank everyone who liked or followed this story and for everyone who still is reading it despite my absence. It means so much to me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! (Internal thoughts are in italics)
Summary: You had long dreamt of meeting your hero Matt Cohen and thanking him for changing your life. But now with SPNCon rolling around, you finally get your chance, and it’s more than you could have ever imagined.
You checked yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. You didn’t have anything to wear for a day out with your hero so you asked your friend Cecelia, who, just like friends do, let you borrow a cute sundress she brought. But not without the price of grilling you on the details.
“Come on! At least show me a picture of your mystery date!” She pouted.
“It’s not a date, Cece.” You insisted.
She snorted, “Yeah right. What kind of guy asks you on a whim to eat lunch with him alone and tells you how special you are? Not to mention he just met you. Face it, Y/N. He totally asked you out.” She sighed as she flopped onto the hotel bed. “God, why don’t these kinds of things happen to me?”
You hesitated for a moment, fiddling with your hands. “Cece, what if it’s not all it’s cracked up to be?” You asked, your voice low and hands shaking. “What if this is just a game? What if he’s just using me?”
Cecilia frowned, “You know he’s not.” But your unconvinced expression told her otherwise. “Y/N, you’ve gotta be a little more hopeful about this. This is someone new, this mysterious and probably hot and handsome stranger asking you out on a friggin’ date for god sakes! It’s like a dream!”
“And what if that’s all this’ll be? Just some stupid dream that ends up being a complete nightmare?”
“I don’t think that’ll happen.” She replied. “Not everyone is like Barron, you know.”
You sucked in a deep breath, knowing that what she said was true but the doubt still lingered in your mind. You weren’t one for fairy tales and happy endings. They just didn’t happen to you. And you weren’t going to start believing in them now just because some gorgeous guy supposedly asked you out.
You turned away from the mirror to face her, changing the subject. “How do I look?” Truthfully, whatever your friend said, you felt a little strange. You never dressed up for anything really and it was one the first times in your life you ever put that much effort into make up and hair. Your reflection almost made it seem like you were a completely different person.
Cece gave you a wink, “Rawr.” She made a sound similar to a purring cat. “Trust me. He won’t be able to resist.” You grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it into her face.
“Hey! What the hell?”
“You’re crazy.” You snorted.
She smirked and kicked at your heels, “Yeah but you love it. Now get going or you’re gonna be late for Prince Charming!”
Matt fiddled with his collared shirt and tried combing his unruly hair once more before turning back to his friends, Richard and Rob. “There. How do I look?”
“Like a friggin’ archangel.” Richard snickered and pinched Matt’s cheeks. Matt swatted his hand away and Richard’s snickers turned into full on guffaws.
Rob shook his head, “I still say it’s a little weird. You met her yesterday, right?” Matt nodded his head and he continued, “So what – do you like her or something? I mean, it’s not like you to wanna just pick girls up on a whim.”
“Um no. Girls wanna pick him up. I mean, have you seen the ass on this guy? He’s fucking blessed.” Rich snorted.
Matt rolled his eyes and ignored his friend. “It’s hard to explain. It was… It was a feeling, you know?” He paused for a moment, biting his lip to help collect his thoughts but they all traced back to your smiling face. “It was like God was opening this door of opportunity and I had to take it – seriously, you’re a fucking perv, Rich.” He scoffed as he watched his friend collapse in tears.
“Face it. You walked right into that one though, dude.” Rob smirked.
Sometimes Matt wondered why he was best friends with those psychos but he couldn’t help but love them. He sighed and glanced at his watch and his eyes widened, “Shit! I’m gonna be late!”
As he bolted out the door, he heard Richard holler, “Use protection, Matty!” And he flipped him off.
You couldn’t stop the thrumming in your heart as you waited in the lobby. You tapped your toes on the ground and checked your phone to try to calm yourself down but it still didn’t seem real. Matt had asked you to lunch and half of you thought it was a dream you were more than excited to experience and the other half thought it was too good to be true.
Maybe I was just dreaming it all up. You thought as your heart sank but just as it had, it lifted and raced as you spotted the all too familiar face enter the lobby.
Several heads turned as they saw him and some folks who had gone to the convention gasped and squealed upon seeing him but once he spotted you, yours was the only face he saw. He dashed to you, bypassing the spectators nearby and that was when you realized you hadn’t dreamt it at all. It was a reality and you were about to live it and you didn’t know whether you were bursting from excitement or trembling from that nagging fear that you would mess it up.
“Y/N, hey. Sorry for being late.” Matt remarked, giving you a quick hug. “Rich and Rob kept me but hopefully you didn’t wait too long.”
You shook your head, “No I didn’t.”
Matt’s nervous expression turned to one of relief as he sighed with a grin, “That’s good. I would’ve hated it if I worried you.”
“Truthfully I’m surprised you remembered.” You admitted.
His eyes grew wide before he frowned, “And forget about you and our special day together? Keep dreaming, Y/N.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Speaking of that, I made us a reservation in an hour so shall we go, m'lady?” He drawled in a fake British accent, holding his arm out.
You hooked your arm in his and nodded. He squeezed your arm against his as you both headed for the parking lot.
You were dreaming. You had to be. There was just no other explanation as to why Matt not only asked you to have lunch with him but followed through with his plans and took you to the quaintest restaurant you’d ever seen. It was like a little slice of Italy with pictures of olive groves and Tuscan villas decorating the walls and the sweet smell of garlic and tomatoes wafting through the air. They had the sweetest staff and you both wound up in a corner booth a ways away from the other customers.
“Any friend of Rob’s is a friend of ours.” The owner, a tiny Italian woman who looked like a grandma grinned at you as she took your orders.
“I’ll have the special.” Matt remarked before turning to you, “What would you like, sweetheart?”
You blushed at the nickname but Matt didn’t seem to notice the effect he had on you. Nevertheless, the waitress was awaiting the response and you didn’t want to keep her waiting. You glanced at the menu, hiding behind its pages before ordering the same thing and the woman left you both alone.
“I don’t think I said this yet but you look beautiful.” Matt grinned.
You almost thought it was his goal that day to make you blush constantly. You fiddled with your sleeves as heat rose into your cheeks, “You’re just saying that –”
“Trust me. I’m not. You really do look great today, Y/N.”
You ducked your head, feeling even warmer, “Thanks. You – you look great today too –not that you don’t look great everyday! Im sure you look amazing everyday – oh God, I’m digging myself in a hole aren’t I?”
Matt chuckled, amused. “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.” He winked.
You were pretty sure your face was now officially on fire so you hid your face behind your hands. “I just need to shut up. I’m such an idiot.”
“Hey, no, Y/N.” Matt frowned, “Look at me.”
You shook you head and he sighed. “Y/N, please.” His voice grew serious and you peeked behind your hands for the briefest moment before relenting and letting them drop. Then you lifted your gaze and met his green orbs as he replied, “Thank you.”
You nodded, feeling your throat run dry as he continued. “You’re not an idiot, okay? I know we don’t know each other much but trust me when I say you aren’t. And for the record, I didn’t mind the rambling. I thought it was adorable.”
You flinched, reliving the words that made you feel humiliated. “Sorry about that…”
“You don’t have to apologize, you know, for anything. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But –”
He put his hand out and placed it over yours which easily shut you up. “Y/N, it’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for. Alright?”
Your throat seemed to swell and your eyes sting from the unshed tears that always seemed to appear at the drop of a hat. But Matt didn’t seem to mind. He tilted your chin up, allowing you to gaze once more at his handsome face. His eyes searched yours, awaiting a response so you nodded your head.
He beamed and his whole face lit up. “Well alright.”
Before you could say anything, the waitress returned, bringing over your plates of food. Upon seeing you both, she rushed with placing the plates in front of you before disappearing with a knowing wink. And just like that, you were blushing all over again.
“Man, Rob wasn’t kidding when he said this place was good.” Matt sighed, patting his belly as the both of you walked out of the restaurant.
You nodded, “I don’t think I can even eat dinner.”
“Tell me about it. I’m not even sure I could eat breakfast tomorrow, but do you know what sounds pretty good right now?” He asked and you shook your head. “A nice, cold pint. I could go for a pale ale or something to cool down after all that chow.”
You gestured in front of you. “I saw a bar a few blocks down if you wanna check it out.”
Matt’s eyes sparkled as he turned to you, “Only if you check it out with me.”
You wrinkled your nose in displeasure, “Okay, but… I’m not much of a beer person.”
“You’re kidding.” He deadpanned.
“It tastes like piss.”
He snorted, “Only if you haven’t tried the good stuff.” You didn’t look convinced and he smirked, “That’s fine. I’m up for the challenge. I’ll school you on good beer and in return, I’d like you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to stop speaking so negatively about yourself.” He replied and though you opened your mouth to object, he continued. “I know it’s hard and I know you don’t want to do it, but it would make me really happy if you stopped criticizing yourself when you’re a strong and beautiful woman. Okay? So can you do it? Please? For me?” He batted his lashes at you and you turned to mush.
You bit your lip, wishing you could not only refuse him but stop yourself from turning scarlet again but it was as though your mouth betrayed your mind. “So you really think I’m strong?”
He nodded, “And beautiful.”
“… Fine.”
Matt grinned and his eyes twinkled with glee. “Perfect! And for every negative comment you say about yourself, you gotta find five things you like about yourself.”
Your eyes widened, “Hey! Wait a minute! I didn’t sign up for that!” You hollered but he was already bounding ahead of you, skipping like a child.
“You’re not gonna regret this! I promise.” He called out as you chased him into the bar.
AN: This is a follow-up on the story idea I posted awhile back. I got great feedback and a lot of people seemed to like it, so here it is. I just hope I did your expectations justice. Just please remember, this is where it all starts, and after this, I promise you chapters will be longer. Anyway, enjoy!
She had been in the Field for the longest time. She walked around, picked wildflowers and hummed to herself. The noise of the waterfall calmed her down, the sun shone on her fiery red hair.
Sometimes, she skipped around and sang merrily as though she were a fledgling again. Then there were times when she would sit on the craggy hills, thinking of the Four. As everything had started with them, so it would end. But that wasn’t a topic she would linger long on, since the only reason for her presence in the Field was for her peace of mind.
She would forget Them for eons. ‘Live in the moment,’ like Father had said.
“You will wake up when they see reason.” He had told her. “This will not be your eternity. I give you my word.”
She had trusted Him and had been trapped in a boundless cycle ever since. But He had promised, and she would hold Him to it. He wouldn’t leave her like this forever.
Time passed quickly in the Field. Occasionally, she would peek into her vessel’s life, curious to see who the Container was this time. Every time she did so, it was someone different. Her spirit wasn’t bound by gender or appearance, so seeing a male with raven hair one day and a female brunette the next wasn’t so surprising.
There weren’t many vessels who caught her attention. They were normal beyond normal, unremarkable beyond standard. She wasn’t one to complain, though. Father had made it so that They would have a harder time of finding her, if They even managed to catch a hint of her whereabouts.
“I like this not, Father. The Four will be lost without me.” She had said at first.
“And that is how They will learn their lesson. They will never appreciate your gift if They always have it at an arm’s reach.”
“Yes, Father, of course.” She had said. That’s what she always said.
The first signs of true awareness came when she was in the body of a young woman named Lillian di Angelo, who had hair not unlike her own. She wasn’t sure whether to appreciate the irony or groan in exasperation.
That day, she happened to be checking on her vessel, so when she managed to control Lillian’s body without being forcefully ejected back into the Field, it threw her off. Moving the twenty-year-old woman’s petite hand had been a novel feeling; stretching her limbs had been a sensation she had cherished.
It took approximately seven days to get over her disorientation and three straight weeks of meditation and sifting through Lillian’s memories to be able to get out in the human world. Adam and Eve’s descendants were undoubtedly strange, but she had centuries worth of human experience to pull off on (though she quickly discovered that human’s no longer lived in caves).
Lillian was a lonely person, she found out. The young girl was an introvert, the apparent laughingstock of her college campus. An art major, the girl preferred to keep her head down, pay attention, and do well. A harmful relationship in which she had refused to have sexual intercourse with her partner had resulted in the girl’s ruin, and video footage showed Lillian and her partner in what was apparently the deep throes of passion.
A slut, they called her. Lillian was shamed wherever she went, so it was no wonder she locked herself up for weeks on end, taking online classes instead of present ones.
When she took over Lillian’s body, it had been just before the girl gave up on everything she’d ever wanted.
“Please, take me,” she’d been begging. “I don’t know what life means anymore, it doesn’t matter!”
The knife had nearly reached the destination which had been her throat, but a timely arrival had prevented a needless death.
The first thing she did after acclimating to the human world, she packed bare necessities and fled the hellhole which had been Lillian’s home for the past two years. Extensive research led her to come to the conclusion that it was, indeed, Armageddon, and she hadn’t been awoken because They had finally seen reason. No, that wasn’t the reason at all. This was the final show, and Father wanted her to have a front-row seat.
What would happen? She had no clue. But for now, she decided, it was the high time people remembered who Hadraniel, the angel of love and fire was.
I’ve had this idea for a long, long time. I can’t seem to get it out of my head; it just seems impossible. I’d like to see it turn into a multi-chapter story, but I don’t know if anyone would be interested. So I’m just going to write a little summary down below, and if you like it, just give me a heads up, hmm? Thx ;)
Summary:
A long time ago, when God first created the archangels, he gave them a mate. Her name was Hadraniel, and she was the angel of love, created differently from the archangels and the younger seraphs. God forged her out of the fire from his own palm, nurtured her essence, and gave her wings the like no other angel possessed.
Hadraniel adored her mates, but her spirit existed only because of the love the archangels had for each other. So when God created the humans and Lucifer refused to bow down to them, a rift was created, with Raphael taking Michael’s side and Gabriel hightailing it out of Heaven, having no wish to interfere with what would definitely be a deadly fight. Gradually, as the fighting progressed, the love the archangels had for each other waned. Hadraniel was miserable, suffering. Her essence ached, her flame diminished; but no one truly saw her suffering until they felt her grace retreat from Heaven.
As it turned out, Hadraniel had chosen to Fall, ripping out her grace from her body and plummeting from the celestial city. Much as they searched, the angels couldn’t find her potential vessel, they could no longer feel her spirit. Grief-stricken by this, Michael threw Lucifer into the Pit, blaming him for what had happened to Hadraniel. With that happenstance, the angels retreated into Heaven and locked the pearly gates, failing to realize the new emotion that was taking place within mankind.
Undeveloped as they were, the humans had learned how to love, a bit of Hadraniel’s essence taking root in each of them. And that was how they began to improve, and started the ascent to greatness.
Look, I know it’s terrible, but a little bit of feedback would be great, nonetheless. This idea has been my baby for the past few months, and I’m eager to hear what you think of it.
Mornings in Heaven were always the best – waking up in Michael’s arms, their wings just brushing at the tips, sending tiny electric shocks rushing down Lucifer’s spine every time he moved. Leaning in to brush his nose against his older brother’s and watching for the warmth that filled his dark brown eyes as he slowly woke up. The small, private smile that curved the corners of his lips as he took in the sight of Lucifer laying beside him in the Garden, or wherever they had decided to stay the night.
None of that warmth is present in Michael’s eyes when he casts Lucifer out, and it’s pretty hard to hold onto a memory when you’re clearly the only one remembering it, so Lucifer lets it go, the same way he lets so much else go when he falls, and by the time he sees Michael again, wings burned and damaged beyond repair, he’s forgotten how it felt to be whole, and safe, and loved.
So, appaaaaarently, I take fun pictures? Gotten quite a few messages about the Rowena and Cowboys photos. Those are good, but this one is my favorite to be honest. Pulpfiction anyone? Cult classic movie themed Karaoke Party. I walked up to the Matt and Richard photo op and didn’t get a word out before Richard grabbed my and slug my arm around him, “OH GOD MIA!! MIA! WAKE UP!” lol Matt grab the other one and this pic happened. lol I didnt even need to say what i wanted them to do. They looooved it too. ODing Mia Wallace? They said the make-up was a really nice touch <3 Cut 3 hours later at the bar when I thought I was soooo cool talking with Travis Aaron Wade and totally forgot I had my face looking like this. lol Still makes me smile when I look at it
