#fall stories

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Summary: Lin and Y/N went to New Orleans for Halloween. Lin convinces Y/N that they should go see a palm reader. Let’s just say the news they receive is a little shocking

This imagine is a part of my Halloween themed series, you can read the complete series here🎃

Disclaimer: I wrote this imagine about palm reading, which I know absolutely nothing about it. I wrote about it in a way that worked for my story. I am not trying to falsely describe how palm reading works. I’m also not telling whether you should believe in palm reading or not. My goal is not to offend anyone.

Word Count: 1.2k

“Come on Y/N, what do I have to do to convince you to go in there with me?” Lin asked me. “You can’t convince me, I don’t believe in it. Palm reading is totally made up. Nothing about the lines on my hand mean anything in terms of my future” I argued.

“But we’re in New Orleans, on an amazing vacation. It’s our last night here and it’s Halloween. Please, let’s go see a palm reader. If you don’t believe in it, then we’ll just move on with our lives afterward. What harm can it do?” He asked me. “Fine, let’s do this” I said, giving up.

“Success” he cheered, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the palm reading shop. It couldn’t do any harm, right?

Lin was my best friend. We met back in college and we had decided to go to New Orleans this year for Halloween. Since it was Halloween, Lin had been really excited about everything concerning voodoo and magic.

The truth was, I wasn’t really a skeptic. I totally believed that some people had some form of power to know things they shouldn’t of known. The problem was, I had the biggest crush on Lin, and I was terrified that this palm reader would know that.

“Hello welcome. I sense that we have a skeptic in our midst. I’ll go get my equipment and I’ll be right back. You two can sit at this table” the woman said, and then disappeared behind a curtain.

“See” Lin told me, trying to prove that this woman was legit. “See what? So, she can read my facial expressions? Big deal” I said, brushing it off. Lin and I sat down at the table she had told us to sit at.

My hands were so sweaty, I was absolutely terrified. I wiped the sweat off of my hands on to my jeans. “Are you nervous that I’ll be right and she’ll know your deepest darkest secrets?” Lin asked me. “Oh please, it’s just hot in here. That’s it” I said, dismissing his comment.

“Alright I’m back” the woman said, as she sat down at the opposite side of the table. “So here’s the big question, who wants to go first?” She asked, simply. “Oh he definitely wants to go first” I said, volunteering Lin to go before me.

“Someone is stalling” he whispered to me, and then laughed to himself. I rolled my eyes and played along. Lin rolled up his sleeve and laid his arm on the table, palm up.

“Alright, let’s see what we find” the woman said. She ran her thumb over Lin’s palm, and seemed to be inspecting it. “This line here means that you will have a big success soon” the woman stated.

“You hear that Y/N, I’m going to be successful” he whispered to me. “What else is new?” I asked, giggling.

“If you look at the way that these two lines intersect, it means that you will meet your true love when you are 22 years old” the woman said.

I was fully panicking now. Lin and I were both 22 years old when we met. I was hoping that Lin wouldn’t notice that though. “Wow, I’ve already met my true love. You can’t just tell me who it is, can you?” Lin asked, chuckling to himself. “No, I’m afraid, that isn’t my specialty” she said, continuing to read his palm.

I was racking my brain for any excuse to leave. Once she got to my hand, she would find something that would make Lin understand that I liked him. And what if I was his true love? Then Lin would totally notice when it said I met my true love at the same age. Either way, I was completely doomed.

“Alright, now it is time to read your palm” the woman said, holding her hand out for mine. “Are you sure we don’t have anywhere to be?” I asked Lin. “Nope, you’re getting your palm read, whether you like it or not. I’ll hold your hand if you’re nervous” Lin teased. “Haha you’re so funny” I said, sarcastically.

I laid my arm on the table. I felt the woman’s warm hand grab ahold of mine. “Oh well that’s very interesting” she said, to herself. “What is? Do you see something?” I asked her, desperately. “I thought you didn’t believe in this, huh?” Lin teased me.

“Give me your hand” the woman told Lin. He held out his hand again. “Do you see this line right here on her hand?” The woman asked, and pointed at my hand. We both nodded. “Well the exact same line is on your hand” she said, pointing at Lin’s hand this time.

“Well what does that mean?” Lin asked her.

“Only soulmates share identical marks on their hands” the woman said, simply.

I completely froze. What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say? Nothing in life had ever prepared me for this.

“Oh whatever, this is totally just made up” I said, dismissing it. I quickly walked out of the shop. As soon as I was outside, I started to walk down the street.

I had to get as far away from Lin as I could. I couldn’t bear to look at his face. I didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes.

I heard sprinting behind me. I turned and saw Lin running after me. I looked away and sped up walking.

“Y/N, just hold on a second” he said, still trying to catch up. Eventually, he caught up and stepped in front of me to stop me.

“Just stop” he said grabbing my wrists and staring into my eyes. “You don’t have to do this, you don’t have to pretend to be excited. I know that you’ll end up avoiding me and you’ll slowly stop talking to me. You don’t have to pretend” I rambled.

“Hey, just breathe and calm down” he told me, calmly. “How can I be calm? I just found out I’m going to lose my best friend” I explained to him.

“Why would you ever lose me? I thought you didn’t even believe in palm reading” He asked me. “Well I lied, I totally believe in it. And I knew that she would know that I’m in love with you. And I was right, she did know. And now you know and you won’t want to be friends anymore” I explained.

“Can you slow down and take a breath for me? I promise I am not going to leave you or stop being your friend. Did you forget about when she said I met my true love? The exact age I met you. I’m willing to bet that if we went back in there, she would say you met your true love at the same age. I’ve known that I loved you since the first day we met. Did you ever stop to think that I liked you back?” He asked me.

“Wait hold on, do you really mean that? You’re not just saying it?” I asked, in shock. He chuckled to himself and then said “Accept it, I love you back. We’re written in the stars Y/N”.

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Something had to be wrong with her.

           All of her friends in high school had talked about boys (some of them even girls) with as much enthusiasm as she had for her books (and that was a lot.) But she looked at other people and never felt the pull of gravity towards them. There was never that blinding florescent light above her in the darkness to draw her in and zap her wings off.

           There was none of that.

           Until Arlo.

6pm-Little Pumpkin

(Anthony x Reader)

7pm-Latte Voodoo

(Jasmine x Reader)

8pm-Mysterious Man in Black

(Oak x Reader)

9pm-I’ll Keep You Safe

(Daveed x Reader)

10pm-Family, Friends, and Pie

(Pippa x Reader)

11pm-So You’re My Other Half

(Leslie x Reader)

12am-Written in the Stars

Karen Kalbacher

The house music boomed, making her hot blood pulse. Cloven hooves tapped out the beat setting the anklet to jingling with its tiny golden bells. Her wings were furled but the black feathers gleamed purple and green with iridescence. Her fellow demons had laughed at her for sneaking out of the Underworld to visit humans without being called by them. Soul-stealing was a jumping business in this economy. No need to go on soul scavenging trips when sad little pathetic humans were tripping over themselves to get talents or wishes granted.

She didn’t want a soul for the devil. She wanted one for herself, a pet human, a friend, or lover. She dressed the part, in a form-fitting black leather dress that did nothing to hide her ample bosom and long neck. Her tail, hooves, and horns were all painted with purple glitter. The party would be the perfect place to snare a tiny beating heart.

A human male with dark eyes and fluffy hair approached her with a bottle in each hand. He was thin, shorter than her by half a foot, although as a demon she was nearly seven feet tall and taller still if you measured the horns curling back from her head. He had horns as well, paper-mache ones painted in vermilion. The beers were sealed.

“Wow, great costume! Are you a demon?” he asked, “I’m a demon. I couldn’t get the wings right but I did the tail.” He spun and wiggled his butt. “I put a string on it, so I can control it. Made it out of weed barrier. I’m a landscaper. You want one? It’s sealed.”

The whirlwind of conversation amused her. She nodded and he popped the cap off of a beer with his bottle opener shaped like a shark. He handed it to her, popped his own cap and clinked his bottle into hers. “Cheers!”

“Cheers?”

He drank half his beer in one go. She followed suit, unsure of the drinking customs in this time. He winked and polished his off. She raised her eyebrows. He grinned brightly. She was unsure of how to proceed, so she stared. The smile on his face dimmed.

“Am I bothering you? I can go. Only, everyone inside is dressed as TV characters and you and I are the only demons. Thought it might be fun to hang out with another demon for a bit,” he said.

She grinned, showing him miles of sharp pointy teeth. “Yes, we demons should stick together.”

“Good, great,” he said, laughing in relief. “Want another beer?”

“Yes,” she said, amused with her new human friend.

He disappeared and reappeared with a small bucket full of them. She let him open her beer for the second time and he flipped the caps into the bushes with a bit of flare. He took a sip but didn’t chug it, so she copied him.

“So, what made you want to be a demon for Halloween?” he asked.

Ah, humans did like small talk. Demons not so much. “I was looking for someone to go home with.”

He flushed. “You-what?”

“I came here to find someone to take home. Haven’t had any company in a few centuries,” she explained, knowing he would never believe her honest truth. He would think her funny with metaphors.

“Oh,” he replied and downed his beer. It seemed to give him strength for the next moment he offered, “I could go home with you. If you want me to.”

Sometimes it was too easy.

fin.

The deer was not majestic.

Behind the chain link fence, the deer had his tongue out in a blep. He was scrawny and undignified. Lane eyeballed him and he stuck his tongue out at her before blinking. Lane, dressed in deer patterned leggings and an oversized sweater, held her white bucket tightly. It was loaded to the brim with gala apples.

“No,” she told him.

The deer tilted his head and licked the fence. Lane rolled her eyes at the deer. She pointed to the ‘no deer in the orchard sign.’ He was unimpressed and stomped a delicate hoofprint into the wet ground. Nose twitching, he tilted his head toward the gate.

Lane’s sister approached her with her own bucket brimming with Granny Smiths. “I’m going to make a pie and some turnovers before I let Mom turn the rest into apple butter or oooo jam! Whatcha doing?”

“Talking to this deer,” Lane told her sister.

Allison was in black leggings but her sweater was a smaller version of the one her sister wore. She did her hair in the same braids as Lane even though hers was cornsilk to Lane’s fawn-colored hair. They had the same green eyes but Allison was not one to talk to deer.

“Deer don’t have vocal cords,” she remarked.

It was just like Ally to be literal and factual and scientific. Lane ignored all of it and pointed to the deer who was still scrawny, still undignified, and still offering her an unobstructed view of his tongue. Lane huffed.

“He wants to get into the orchard,” Lane remarked as the deer bobbed his head as if in agreement. “I’ve told him deer aren’t allowed by indicating the sign.”

“Deer can’t read,” Allison countered.

“It’s a pictogram,” Lane argued. “See,” Lane said to the deer as she pointed to the cartoon version on the sign, “This is you, and this is no. Savvy?”

The deer stared. Blinked twice.

Allison shook her head. “I’m going to get some Winesaps too. You coming?”

“In a minute, I’m in the middle of something here,” Lane said.

Allison bounded away with her bucket of apples. Lane stared at the deer. The deer stared back.

“I’m not letting you in,” she told him.

He blepped.

“Seriously, you can’t come into the orchard, it’s not allowed,” Lane insisted.

The deer’s eyes went from hers to the gate and back again.

“No.”

The deer’s eyes went from hers to the gate and back again.

“No, stop.”

The deer’s eyes went from hers to the gate, paused, he pawed the ground, and looked back again.

Lane looked to the heavens. When she looked back, the deer was still there. The deer was still staring. He was still poking his tongue out at her adorably with his scrawny undignified person. Lane opened the gate, stepping back out of his way. He bowed.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. If anyone asks, I was never here.”

The deer slipped into the orchard and disappeared into the trees.

The End.

I stared down at my plate. My eyes traced its reflective surface, its rounded edges, and of course, the prize placed so neatly in its center.

It was a rich, golden brown, and my mouth watered at just the sight of it. I abandoned my silverware on the table to eagerly snatch up the leaf with my hands and eat it.

Crunch! Crunch!

In just a couple of bites it was gone.

"How was it?" asked my mother, locking eyes with me across the table.

"Crispy," I answered, swiping my tongue along my teeth for any lingering taste.

Nigel didn’t like the outdoors. 

He’d been complaining about it for at least an hour now, shooing away bugs and hating on everything from the sun to a bird that defecated on his shoulder as they walked. 

Adam loved this, though he did make sure to remind Nigel that it was his idea to go on a walk in the woods in the first place so he shouldn’t be complaining. 

Nigel went to light his cigarette and the lighter blew out, causing him to curse and try again only to have it happen a second time. 

He threw his cigarette and Adam grabbed his hand tighter, turning them back towards the car but Nigel stopped him. 

“No, Star,” he kissed Adam’s cheek, “This way.” 

Adam didn’t like going off the path but Nigel’s hand was firm in his and he knew Nigel wouldn’t get them lost. The walk wasn’t far, and the wind wasn’t too cold though he leaned into Nigel anyway as they stopped in the middle of a clearing. 

He was surprised to see the blanket there, turning and spotting the tree even before Nigel could point it out to him. 

The carving was crude, though he could make out the words clearly. 

Will You Marry Me? 

Adam felt Nigel let go of his hand and turned to see him down in the grass on one knee. He smiled. “You weren’t upset,” Adam whispered, “By the bugs.” 

Nigel grinned, taking Adam’s hand and kissing the top of it. “I was worried, darling,” he looked up at Adam again, “That you’d say no.” 

Adam smiled, leaning down to kiss him. “I haven’t said yes yet.”