#(kinda like beckett loving seeing him as a father)

[graciehart]

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@unorthodox-oblivion asked any fandom + favorite familial relationship ⤷ Alexis & Richard Castle, Castle

[lucycore]

Pirates of the caribbean imagine

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Pov: If u were the captains daughter/they were fathers

☁️ Fluff ☁️

Blackbeard:

Ur just like Angelica. Hot, Badass and the first mate

Unlike ur father, u still have a warm heart

Ur beautiful and a pirates queen

Always dressed nicely and a very good with swords.

U would give ur life for ur dad as u love him very much

He wouldn't spend much time with u as he sits locked away all the time but u still could feel his love for u

U will be always his little girl and beloved daughter

Davy jones:

Ur a mermaid but not like those on whitecap bay.

Ur mom drank during her pregnancy from the fountain of youth and that's how u became a mermaid

Ur the queen of the seas and ur beauty brought a lot of unfortunate sealers to u

Ur voice is angel like and there are many legends of u

The whole crew adores u and won't let a hair fall from ur head.

Ur clothes would be very soft looking and match ur petite body

As cold and cruel as ur father is, he still has some love left which is all urs

He would only open his heart to u and be who he really is

Barbossa:

U would have a rivalry with Angelica

U would rather be softer but some of a baddie as well

U love listening to ur dad's stories about the see and ur sweet looks could melt everyones heart

U would be bothered by Jack and strictly follow ur dads orders and every step

He would adore u and never let harm happen to u.

U would be always dressed elegantly but still in a pirate kinda way.

He would always bring u with him and teach u about the pirates life

The both of u would make a lot of jokes and eat apples together

U rather prefer using guns but can also swing a sword

James norrington:

U would dislike pirates but still be on the sea when ur dad allows it

He's very strict about that but only for ur own good

He would be very protective over u and even gives his life

He would tell u a lot of stories and poems, read books to u or just spend the evening talking with u

He's a soft and warm hearted dad

U would be dressed very elegant but still wear pants

U look just like an angel

Ur also very clingy when it comes to ur dad

He's a very proud dad

Cutler beckett:

Yeah u would be a real princess

Not as arrogant as ur dad but u definitely like to order people around

Ur dad would make every wish of u come true

U would be always very elegant and expensive dressed

He would rarely let u come on the ship with him

He wants u to rather stay on land and rule at home while he's gone.

After his death u took his place as a strict lord

U will get whatever u want but still be thankful and sweet

He will always give u little but expensive gifts as he loves to see u smile

Yes he can be good but only to u

[sophsship]

Avatar: The Way Of Water🌊🐠

!SPOILER WARNING!

Do not proceed if you haven’t seen the movie yet.

Hi.

So yesterday I saw this little 3 hour and 12 minutes long movie in 3D.

And I gotta say that it is a pearl.

I have to admit that my expectations were high for this movie, and they have been more than satisfied.

James Cameron did it again.

He succeeded in catapulting us in the beautiful world of Pandora, digging deeper into its story by exploring the water Na’vi’s territory and mysteries.

The visuals of this movie are extremely wholesome and captivating, guaranteeing a fully immersive experience.

Metkayina, the territory outside of the riff, and of course the Omaticaya’s forest, that we get to see again, are mesmerising.

But what I really liked about this movie, was the character development of both old and new characters.

Jake has become stronger than before, giving his role as a family leader strong importance.

The strength he and Neytiri have, are inherited by their children, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk.

I like this reused trope between Neteyam and Lo’ak of the ambitious older brother and the younger brother that gets often into trouble and is often alone.

I also liked Lo’ak’s interactions with Payakan.

Kiri, on the other hand, is the more cautious sister. I find it interesting that she is Grace’s daughter, and I am curious why she is connected to Eywa and who her father is.

(See? The hype for the third movie is kicking in.)

Then there’s Tuk.

She’s simply the cutest.

I liked the way the family also cares about Spider. He is also an interesting character, because though his hatred for Quaritch and love towards the Sullys, he still rescues him. So I am curious how this will affect his later actions in the future movies.

Then there’s Quaritch….

Nothing to say about him, he’s still an idiot.

I’m telling you, if Lord Beckett from POTC and Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter had a child, it would be him.

(No hate towards Quaritch lovers.)

However I have to say that I am IN LOVE with the water Na’vis.

They are just cool.

Even though Aonung is a bit of d!ck at the beginning.

Tonowari and Ronal are great, him being a good leader and she being the tsahìk.

I also love the girl power in this movie.

(I mean, Kate Winslet and Zoe Saldana RULED).

Also the FEELING between Tsireya and Lo’ak was just so heartwarming.

The sea creatures are all so fascinating, and I am glad that once again they showed us how the harmony between creatures and Na’vis work.

However, I want to admit that although the amount of adrenaline that was given us during the action scenes, they kinda bored me a little.

I’m not really the “long action scene” type.

But generally, I found them entertaining.

Then, what happened to Neteyam was heartbreaking, but I think that it will help the family to strengthen their links between them.

What I would like to add, is that this movie has left me speechless, and in my opinion, it has become worthy of being above its predecessor.

Thank you for reading.

Have a good day!

“The way of water has no beginning and no end.

The sea is around you and in you.

The sea is your home before your birth and after your death.

Our hearts beat in the womb of the world.

Our breath burns in the shadows of the deep.

The sea gives and the sea takes. Water connects all things, life to death.

Darkness to light.”

-Tsireya

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 157

I'm— I just. SOB BLAINE AND FREDERICK??

Ooh!! I should've expected this room to show up in her dream. I'm guessing that it has something to do with the reflections in the sugars?? In the chapter where Frederick and Gwen was in this room, their sweet moment was interrupted by Gwen seeing her reflection in one of the sugar. Maybe the reflections will tell her something regarding her view of herself? Or maybe they will instead warn her about what's happening at the Palace's hall? (By that I mean the war)

Or perhaps...We will see Frederick?

Okay, moving on to the war—

Bruh they gotta STOP finishing each other's sentence it's driving me crazy and slowly taking my hope away from Blaine T_T

I still have my hopes on Blaine, but it's fading away veryyyy slowly. I'm trying hard to believe in him tho. Good thing I have fanfics and my imagination to help me cope through this :')

Also HECK YEAH IT'S SHOWDOWN TIME!!!

May I just say, I love Jamie speaking in Wingdings XD. I tried to translate it but weirdly it didn't translate into an understandable sentence/word. It's just gibberish.

Curtis with a broom...HE'S SO COOL?? Never underestimate butlers real (Curtis, Alfred)

Lorzanna moment!! They are adorable :D Also they are soooo gonna kick Leland's butt.

Also everyone should just use Laverne as a defense strategy here, just saying. It seems to be really effective.

Leland's threat kinda takes my interest here. What do you mean "or else I will"? Do you mean you can just literally stop what's going on right here right now? Then why not just do it now? Or by that does he mean he's going to punish the Plaid Princes in the dungeon again...or worse? Uh well at the very least all I know is LELAND SUCKS.

GO, LANCE, GO!! Betray your bs of a father and stop your big brother from succumbing to the dark side!! I have faith in you :') Honestly even though Lorena don't really understand Lance's fear of Leland and calling him a coward kinda stung, but at the same time it's kinda a wake up call for him? I guess??

Oh yeah, sorry for ruining the moment here but I've been thinking about how sick his new scars would be like it would be shapes like an X and that's so cool?!

Yeah I gotta agree with Lorena here, that was kinda creepy Leland... But Lorena's throw was amazing. Like dang..that spear must be heavy as frick and she throws it with a huge strength?? Lorena = Undyne confirmed?

Beckett to the rescue!! :D love that guy. Hopefully the misunderstanding between Maria and Gwen will clear up though :')

And lastly...the one I'm ejwnsuehw about the most...

Blaine c'mon man Blaine wait listen to me dude wait wait wait. Stop okay stop don't do this 😭😭 Literally go meditating with Whitney bro THIS IS NOT YOU. I don't think i can change you at this point but literally you don't even want to change. And this is the most difficult part because no matter how much you want to help someone, it's pointless if they don't even wanna help themselves. I'm really hoping he would get redemption arc especially because of what Isolde told him in chapter 144.

Oh! I almost forgot. Let's look into the fast pass section!

So first of all we have Blaine vs. Frederick :') but what takes my interest the most is.. The Prince vs. The Prez... Obviously the prince is Blaine, since it uses singular noun and in the thumbnail we see Blaine and Prez. But what caught my attention is "the Prez..." the prez what? The prez club? This could be something regarding cpc, or maybe Prez creates a new group? I can't wait for it to upload :D

Well that it's for today, now let me just sob on the floor while holding my plaid clothes in front of my cats again.

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[castle-dominion]

Bro I literally just popped in the disc, I love how it is blue this time & has different music. So cool bestie.

c3x16 setup

Ok so this is the first of a twoparter.

I don’t understand why they do this weird thing & then do the “36 hours earlier” titlecard. It’s valid but weird & I’m personally not a fan.  Reminds me of the alien episode tho. I’ve also watched too much stranger things. & then when beckett was there I totally thought it would be like a clone or smth. Evil twin beckett. 

Car parts, of course he’s already spoken to auto theft!

DID YOU JUST CALL HIM BABEY? LP: Ooh! Did I? What did castle say? My watch is broken, I need to reset it every now & then. If I die, don’t trust the time on my watch! Noggin is such a cute word

Seven years is a long time to be not a citizen, that’s sad, you should be a citizen anyway.

What is beckett looking at on her phone ono

Ah yes, the notes app. “the father (tumblr drafts) the son (journaling) and the holy spirit (notes app)” (corpsecoded, empty blog) RC: Got it! It’s a phone number! KR: I tried that RC: with all the area codes? KR: Yeah???? KB: Castle! RC: Coming!  Work wife moments

Washington heights, the place that johanna worked at! It was the cousin to get into the family! Renting shifts is so weird to me. You answer the phone & don’t even leave the room to take the call?

KB: Robbed, & shot in the head. Unus: Apples & oranges, peaches & pears. Who’s in my house? Please get out.  Apples & oranges, pizzas & pies. Get out of my house or I’ll kill you in the head.

Ew cops should not be allowed to lie.  Mm, I should go back to improv. White boy in high school.

KB: Sorry guys... I have to take this (girl u take calls all the time) KR: *literally just walking to the observation room where beckett, esposito, & castle All are* KB: Sorry, Ryan. Not now. (That was So Soft) KR: ... RC: What’s up with her? JE: You know Beckett. She plays it close to the vest. KR: *looks back to where beckett left; looks over to where esposito also just walked off; holds up a finger* RC:  KR: *tells castle instead bc he had it in his head that He Was Going To Share This Information & if he doesn’t do that then Things Will Go Wrong, another point for the adhd ryan headcanon, & besides Castle is basically a detective too now* RC: ... So I’ll tell beckett that KR: Could you? That would be best Why? bc he’s closer with her or she likes him so she won’t bite his head off? bc u have other stuff to do? bc he has better stuff to do obv

Where did he get that much money??

Ew hidden surveillance

Alexis is so pretty rn! Serenity DX DX  Oh no, what kind of spiritual retreat...? Lmao alexis & rick, physics physics Oh! Physics exam! what a good dad, taking the fall for her RC: Best dad ever

OK NEW DAY Castle’s jacket looks great today. Checkered dark grey on darker grey. Dr motorcycleboy Oh no they be fighting.

Up the wazoo??? Who wrote that line??? Remaining costume update: Beckett’s jacket is nice, esposito is chill (but also has a dress jacket which is valid but kinda looks odd with the zip-up shirt he’s wearing), ryan is soft & sweatered but dressed nicely as usual, montgomery is the way he always is.  Driving a loop, that’s sus!

This man is a college student & I love him

I cannot see easily where he is packing. I’m surprised montgomery noticed but then again they are cops & live in the usa.

Beckett if he was hiding it she probably would NOT know what it was, because, well, he was Hiding It.

JE: Cwoffee shop But how did you find that out??

*casually hands it to castle* At least she is asking for his permit to carry Syrian consolate, our guy was syrian too. Why didn’t he just say “no”?

Love ryan’s jacket over his stuff & esposito looks... interesting but not bad but def not normal

Ew secret police. Oh did ryan change his jacket since this morning? That’s odd, it looks like a normal jacket. I like the light pink collared shirt & then the cute sweater over it. It’s just so good. But they sure have him in sweaters a lot these coming episodes.  Ah. Soccer Oh woah wait that was an odd whip! They made it look like the c4121652 was written twice. In reality, it was in the center. Everyone: So? Who types with their fingers & then HITS ENTER WITH THEIR INDEX FINGER? (I just spent ten minutes on hacker typer.) Storage unit? Who owns a moving company? the cousin!

That is disturbing. Why do you find that hot castle? WHy? Altho I can see in a normal way, some strong woman willing to weild bolt-cutters like that, she’s def hot, but that is not disturbing, what you find hot you say is disturbing & that’s really weird.  & the first key is the right one? Al capone’s vault Totally valid for castle to stand like that. Dead body Or That! RUN BABE! Ok so she just has a geiger counter on her & it wasn’t crackling until it hit max? Like she didn’t just do a little bit at first? Well ig it took until she poked the thing...  Why did she sound so aaaaaah anyways?

Well if you are not throwing up then you’re going to be fine

Who is this rando? Ah, DHS. Come on, cooperate my dude, I know you look pissed.

At least they gave them benches. How long did it take for them to set this place up? To be honest, grandma’s plateware would max out a geiger counter that cheap.

I have a question tho, he opened his notes app right before he was killed. Was HE renting the locker? He was not. He just found out about it that evening! Montgomery my beloved. RM: Just to be clear, are you taking over? DHS guy: No my friend JE: ICE sent over papers KR: He was a weapons guy. DHS guy: Now I’m taking over

RC: Well we will when it goes off, in that nanosecond before we’re vaporized. (Except it would not be enough time for your brain to fire off the signals for you to know) Girl talking about something else should not be about her personal issues. But at least it is turning out nicely. You are people. You don’t need to measure up. GEORGE CRABTREE MOMENTS, HE ALWAYS FALLS IN LOVE WITH DRIVEN WOMEN & THEY ALWAYS END UP CHASING THEIR DREAMS & THIS POOR MAN DIDN’T GET A WIFE FOR SO SO LONG SO LONG BESTIE Hun you need a QPR

Oh wow they’re fine. See? I told you their radiation counter would max out at old-timey dishware.

Alexis says “late night?” & then martha is leaving on a short roadtrip & castle is going to be heading back out there like when do these guys ever sleep? Oh good dad! Spend time with your family before y’all die. Or Also Send your daughter out there! Get her out of the city under false pretenses!

I had a radiation hyperfixation at some point.  Speaking of Jenny, do we get a wedding episode? I’d love one like in Sherlock (the sign of three). Smart boys, all of them have tried to get their gals out of the city.  JE: Didn’t work. She hates her mom. Dying laughing Did they only tell the homicide ones or did they tell the rest of the cops...? idk how bomb threats work.  That’s valid! Kick him off! Castle you-... !?

Mum said that the baby was the bomb meaning there was no baby but I took it to mean that they gave surgery to the baby & implanted her with a bomb but that was silly. B’y beckett is the hard scary bad cop, she is a woman yes, but that does not mean she is the soft one who is designed to reel you back in.  Greencard baby. “I never loved your mom. We had a baby to escape communist china!”

I thought they said it was a cash deposit, not wired... I love how castle is doing work on the computers today. Feels good to see. (the fbi: we’ve been trying to highlight things for years, but all our highlighters were black!) also just noticed: ryan is TEACHING castle how to “do grunt work” as he’d say

RC: An arab terrorist, who would believe it? JE: Think back bro RC & me: That Was My Point daisy-chaining, interesting verb RC: It’s not that well hidden if I can find it Could you be a terrorist without Jenny knowing?

GIRL YOU’RE UPSETTING THE BABY BABE REEL HIM IN GIRL SHE’S REELING YOU IN LISTEN TO HER WAIT YOU SPEAK ARABIC THAT’S ACTUALLY COOL HOLY FUCK & THAT’S SO COCKY OF YOU TO GIVE HER A HANDKERCHIEF mum said it was for tear dna also who is agent geiner? some other dhs one? EW DON’T BUG PEOPLE. PLAYING? BRO I HATE THIS MAN

Six hours before u & beckett got there but no time stamp? Ah yes, lead. 

Ok so six hours before caskett got to the storage container, jamal was there. Then agent fallon said twelve hours ago he disappeared. So it’s pretty late.  That scene with his face? He’s in on it. He’s the terrorist.  Driven, good coop. As a person? Kind of a douche. That’s cops. In their job they might be great but they are often douchebags & upholding a bastardized system.

True!! Sadly not literally sweating bullets, but metaphorically yeah, if he knew what he was transporting he would have lost his dickens!

Oh the military did it. Definitely. Where are u going castle? I didn’t understand this here.  I like the music too. Really good. 

Run what down? The phone? He said he bought the phone, not that he credit carded the phone! Checked it out twelve hours ago? Fits with the timeline Ryan notices that castle is gone? & cares to ask abt it?

Oh it’s the consolate guy. I like how he’s having a fancy coffee at a regular old bar. This man is great. Talking, being as open as he can be despite his issues. What skills are yours...? I actually really respect this guy.

Oh... did he catch you or does he think you were making out? Keep your voice low. RM!!! He thinks outside the box <3  Lol castle was bluffing XD

Beckett says “martha” not “your mom” here.  Ooh genius little man! Didn’t they just do this last episode? They went on their own to solve a case abt raglan (not raglan, johanna). Nice photo lol. RC: It’s like our own mini precinct KB: Except it smells better

Why does ryan grab fallon’s arm like that?

Except that people often forget about cab drivers, wait staff, mail personnel, etc. 

Oh so y’all are planning on going to the warehouse where he was murdered? Haven’t you already been there & hasn’t csu checked it out???

Ok, you would have already heard the helicopter before it went into view. 

Just like al capone’s vault bestie.

So whose car is that? beckett’s personal car? she has a car in new york? White van, dun dun dun!!! Oh it’s a bomb. 13 hours. It must be pretty late. Has anyone ever slept? & gunshots. It seems dangerous to shoot at them with a bomb right there. btw music design is cool.  Tin is not great.  Which door??? Ooh nice camera shots! Weren’t they shooting thru that box? Bro... they locked u in? DANG SOME FROZEN GUY! (& some fun audio!) Ooh so smart! Ripping off a tape job on the van!

Ok so that is the end & this box is a freezer. Is it a delivery truck box? That would make sense. I’ve been in walk-ins, I’ve had my fair share of cry sessions.

Welp that is the end of the first episode of this pair!

Again, the music playing in the episode selection bar is great. It really talks about the show. Sneaky, silly, & sexy.

not rly many clips here...

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Okkkk!!! I know Beckett is staying in the Encanto temporary so can we a one shot of him leaving soon BUT, he gives Mira a promise ring since he's coming back in a few months!!! Pretty Please 🥺

Oh i was WAITING for this kinda prompt. Let's GO!

He felt so stupid. How could he let it get this far? An explorer wasn't too far from an entomologist, since they both had one motto- leave things how you found it. Every leaf was kept on their tree, every bug was returned after studying. And yet, he was leaving his mark here. He fell for a real stunning lass. One important to a community. It was rolling up to their first year, and he thought nothing of it.

Until he got a letter today, requesting he come back this week. His father knew nothing of Mirabel, for he kept her a secret. Not out of shame or anything, but because his father believed in love so strongly, he'd make him stay. But he couldn't. He loved this girl, but not enough to forget his duties and his passions. He just hoped she'd understand.

"Bruno, afternoon! How are the rats?"

Bruno was sitting just outside of the house, relaxing under a tree. He had grown to like this guy, even though their meeting was a little bumpy. Bruno saw him, and nodded, scooting over the bench and motioning him to sit with him.

"Fine, unlike you. Telling Mirabel the news today, huh?"

Beckett sat next to him, burying his face in his hands.

"Right. Future vision. How long have you known?"

"Had the vision last night. I wanted to tell her, but honestly, It doesn't feel like my place. Got a script ready?"

"I feckin wish..."

Bruno sighed, taking a sip of his drink, before patting his back.

"Just go easy on her. This is her first relationship. And she really, REALLY likes you. It's cute."

He ran his fingers through his hair in stress, before looking up at the older man.

"Think I can beg ya for a vision here? I'm desperate to know how this ends."

"I would, but I don't do visions on the family. Personal rule. But I think your 'gift' is more than enough."

He was about to reply, when Dolores popped her head out. She knew something was amiss, obviously, just not what, and he could tell it was killing her.

"Beckett. You should come inside, someone's waiting for you."

"Is it Mariano?"

It was a joke, but she clearly wasn't amused. She probably thought this was a break up, and was already planning how to dispose of his body. He bid Bruno farewell, and walked inside. He tried to go into the kitchen, when he suddenly had hands over his eyes, and weight on his back.

"Boo."

He chuckled as he held onto her hands, not quite pulling them away just yet.

"I want to kiss these hands, but not if this is Camilo again."

"Okay first of all Imma beat him up. Second, nope, all me, bugs."

He pulled her hands away, and after smooching them, he turned to see her. His face immediately lit up, he could feel it.

"You're...wearing mom's bow."

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if this wasn't just an incredibly precious gesture of her.

"It's like. A LOT. But it's cute, and I thought it'd be perfect for today. Especially since I have a surprise for you."

Oh no, he hated the fact that her excited smile disappointed him so. She practically pranced into the kitchen, and pulled out a few dishes, putting them on the table.

"Oh...miraposa, you didn't."

"I did! I know you said you missed food from your home, so after doing some research, and a LOT of trial and error in the kitchen, and I mean a LOT of error-I made these for you!"

He was wooed, obviously, by such a sweet gesture. They weren't perfect, and that was when he knew she did it herself, rather than have her mother do it.

"You made boxty?"

"Yeah! I mean, a LITTLE burnt, but I made 'em! Took me forever and now I hate potatoes, but hey! Oh, and I made colcannon! You mentioned you REALLY missed that stuff!"

The bowl was plentful, thick as paste and slathered in butter. It was stuffed to the brim with greens, and it was exactly how the dish SHOULD be served. Then she had to seal the nail in his coffin.

"Oh...Miraposa. There's no way."

"But there IS! Soda bread! I even made your favorite kind- the cranberry ones! I had to have Isa help me get the berries, for reasons, but..."

He made it a point to listen to her, but here, her words started to fade as he just. Watched her. He knew, as he sat here with this loaf of bread (that looked as if it needed another minute in the oven), that he didn't deserve her. His father would adore her, and he knew if he met such a pretty, caring, awkward girl, he'd talk him into quitting his job and staying here. He'd adore her. He'd love her so much, he'd give her the keys to the fucking place. He couldn't help himself. He stepped forward, grabbed her wrists, and leaned down to kiss her.

She was so soft. So vibrant. She was like a butterfly, fluttering in the breeze, determined to see the world and all its beauty. He held the kiss for a good moment, enough that if her father saw, he'd PROBABLY make his presence known. When he pulled away, she shook her head a bit, trying to knock herself out of the trance he just put her in.

"You...really like your bread."

She was so cute. He hated that he did this to her. He should be ashamed.

"I really like you. It's...why I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Could he do this? Could he stand to look past those glasses and be so abrupt to her? No. But it didn't matter. She NEEDED this.

"I...how do I say this...mi amor. Mi mariposa. I can't be with you anymore."

She looked confused, as if him using those words didn't make sense(he was getting better at the language, but his accent needed work. Félix called him a 'white-xican'. Whatever that meant).

"W...what?"

He took a deep breath, and decided she should read it for herself. He helped her put the bread on the table, and handed her the letter. She read it over, and took a step away from him, as if he just said something cruel to her. He took a step towards her, slowly.

"I'm going to be going home in a week. On...the day of our anniversary. I'm sorry."

"You're...breaking up with me, then?"

He noticed Félix in the corner of his eyes, holding Agustín back. He WAS making his youngest daughter cry, he was absolutely due in his anger. But he wasn’t scared of them, he was scared of hurting her.

"That...is up to you. While I can't physically be with you, I'd like to be with you in spirit."

He dug into his bag, and got on one knee. She stared at him, completely in disbelief. He pulled out the little box, and opened it for her to see.

"It's a promise ring. We're...a little young to be married, unfortunately. But, if you think I'm good enough, I'd like to promise to be yours and yours only. I will be back, I just. Don't know when. I'll write you every day, I'll send you photos, I'll write you poetry-and I hate poetry. So...what do you say?"

She thought about it. She was uncertain. This was asking a lot of her, he understood. If she said no, he respected it. If her father kicked him out or her uncle beat him up, he'd accept it. She fumbled with the hem of her skirt, trying to coax herself into talking.

"What...do YOU want?"

"Promise it won't influence your choice?"

"Yes."

"I want you to say yes. At the risk of being too forward in present company...Mirabel, I fucken love ya."

She stood straight above him, face immediately becoming stern.

"Fine. On one condition."

"Anything."

"Put it on for me."

He nodded, stood up, and as if he'd break her, held her hand, and slipped the ring on her finger. She was kind, returning the favor. He couldn't help but kneel down a bit to pick her up in a hug. He held her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Mirabel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think your dad is gonna follow me home? He looks ready to kill me."

She turned to look at the corner, and gave an awkward smile.

"No no, he's fine! My dad's a softie, you know that. Félix might tell Pepa though, and THAT I'd be worried about. Excuse me. PA!"

Mirabel mumbled/yelled as she pushed them into the hallway. He looked at the spread on the table, and plucked a piece of soda bread. It was kinda bland, but he loved it.

He loved her.

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"I still can't believe it. He thinks his stupid job is more important than my little sister? I should kill him."

"It's his passion, Isa. I'd be selfish to make him stay. Now where's the number..."

Mirabel was with her family, who all agreed to come with her to send Beckett off. There was a train station just past the Alma's river (that's actually what it's called on various maps), and it was as busy as you'd think it'd be. She was looking for the train number, as was the rest of her family. Today was not only their first year anniversary, but the day he had to go home for...who knows how long. Pepa pointed ahead of them.

"I see him!"

She looked to where Pepa was looking, and she'd recognize that butt a millions mile away. The group pushed back the crowd, and Félix even grabbed Beckett's bag, so NOTHING could keep her from diving in for a hug. He looked down at her in surprise, yet joy.

"Mirabel! I thought you said you weren't gonna meet me here!"

"I wasn't, but then I realized I wanted to. Then I told mamá, who told Pepa, who told Félix, who told Agustín-wait. Speaking of dads, is yours in there? Are you worried he's gonna see me?"

Beckett put her down, and shook his head.

"Oh as soon as he sits down on a train seat he's out like a light. Which is good, I don't want him to know about us, just yet."

He held onto her hands, sweet as sweet could be. His forehead rested on hers, and she stared into her eyes, one last time.

"Think he can meet me next time?"

"Absolutely. I'd be honored. Hell, both of our parents should meet."

She squeezed his fingers, desperately not wanting to let him go. She wasn't just losing a boyfriend, she was losing a friend. One she trusted and genuinely enjoyed being around.

"Remember that ring on your finger. Imma get mad if you think of other girls."

"What if it was an exact clone? Would that count?"

"Don't push it, Eejit."

"Don't take that tone with me, Culicagado."

She wanted to kiss him and his stupid face. But before she could, he pulled away, just a bit. He looked ready to apologize, when she held her hand up to stop him.

"It's fine, I get it. I'll miss you."

"However much you'll miss me, I'll miss a thousand more, lass. I'll write first thing tomorrow."

She didn't want to, but she let him go. He went into the train, and through the window, he kept looking at her. She didn't look away, not wanting to believe he was actually leaving. Then the train started to sound and steam. She was going to suggest going now, save herself the hurt, only to jump as the thing stuttered and popped. Clearly something was wrong. There were sounds of panic amongst everyone, and the conductor was about to walk outside, when suddenly the train was lifted off the tracks.

"Oh my god-LUISA!"

Luisa was lifting the train effortlessly, tears swelling up on her eyes.

"NO. WE AIN'T ENDING IT LIKE THAT. THIS TRAIN ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE TILL BUG BOY KISSES MY SISTER."

The train conductor, clearly freaking out, called to the rest of the train.

"CAN 'BUG BOY' GET UP HERE AND FIX THIS? SHIT COMES OUT OF M Y PAY."

Mirabel was about to try to ease Luisa into putting the damn thing down, when Beckett jumped out of the train, ran up to her, and kissed her. The force nearly sent her to the floor, had it not been for him holding onto her. She cherished it, knowing she'd need it in the middle of the night, when she was most lonely for him. He pulled away after a moment, every part of him looking absolutely flushed.

"I'm...glad she did that. You deserved that. Te amo, Miraposa."

With one more kiss to her forehead, he turned around, and jumped back into the train. Luisa, now in full on tears, set the train down, a bit roughly. She stood next to her sister as the train left, this time, without any other issues. Mirabel watched the tracks, sighing when the train left, and when it started to pour over her head. Pepa was trying not to, but she was crying, soaking the entire family. Thankfully, Félix came in clutch, umbrella at the ready.

"You gonna be okay, mija?"

"...si. I'll be okay. Imma miss him and his stupid butt."

Agustín joined her under the umbrella, hand on her shoulder.

"You want to go get some ice cream? You can get whatever you want."

"....can you carry me, Pa?"

She sniffed, trying not to cry as her dad picked her up off the floor, and helped carry her to get her treat.

Stupid boys and their stupid bugs.

[lucasbarr]

I was thinking about Emma’s middle name again today.

I feel like Dean is very much the kinda guy to name his kids after important people in his life/family names yes this also applies to Bobby John because I secretly think Dean holds Bobby in higher esteem than John. He should have also been able to keep him!

I think at the point in his life that Dean is at when Emma is born (or she’s resurrected) he still clings to the idea of his mother. He still holds her on this pedestal of the ideal feminine mother figure, his Virgin Mary if you will. I think it’s very in-character for him. I think you also can see this with his choice of the name for the shifter kid in Season 6.

I think if Jack were to ask Dean for a middle name, I think he’d be inclined to pick something like Henry or maybe even Robert (for Bobby). I think this would reinforce in his mind that he associates Jack with those he loves. He would want maybe subconsciously to give Jack one of theses names because he loves him. I mean, if I was Jack and you told me that you named me after the closest thing you had to a father…I’d get all warm and fuzzy inside. I am now going to be using Robert as Jack’s middle name from now on.

I do think, depending on his partner, Sam would also want to honor their families. Like take for example my DeanCassie kid, Audra Millie Robinson. I’ve combined the names Audrey and Sandra, from both, to get her name. Then I just liked the name Millie and thought it fit well with Audra! Fun Fact: She’s also got a little brother named RC, which is short for Robert Cyrus!

That being said, I do not think Sam holds these same notions about names.

YES I KNOW HIS CANON KID’S NAME IS DEAN BUT CANON IS WRONG. Sam strikes me as the kinda guy who either picks names that sound good to him ot let’s just wife pick his children’s names. Idk why, but I just get that vibe off him.

Looking again at Bobby John as an example, I think Dean went with his heart while Soulless!Sam went with his head. I think this stems from a place within Sam that he wouldn’t have otherwise acknowledged had he not been soulless (at the time). To him, his soulless self, it was only logical that any of their proverbial offspring would be named after their father.

Now, we don’t really see any other kids that need naming except Dean Jr, in Sam’s case. Were Dean alive when this kid is born I think his name could go one of two ways.

Sam still name his kid after Dean but it’s his middle name. We then get something like James Dean Winchester (because I still think this fits within the confines of his naming conventions). Also I think the name is funny in-universe for one of their kids. Though I think they’d go with something more generic Jeffery 😂 or Oliver.

Sam wanting to honor Eillen’s family. While I don’t see him valuing his family names, I do see him wanting to carry on Eileen’s family (even if she doesn’t). So I could see them having a kid named like Maura Lillian or maybe Padraic Robert, or maybe even Maura Sandra (as Eillen’s little tribute to Mary since her first name was taken)

Bonus! The only Dean Winchester Jr concept I actually enjoy where his names stays the same is @archangelgabriel’s take! It’s because he’s also got a sister named Jody. Best take on IMO a bad naming choice for one of Sam’s kids!

Now your just going to get a list of some Sam, Dean, Cas kids that have been floating around in my head for a while! If any of them interest you feel free to drop an ask and I can tell you more about them!

Sam & Blurry WifeTM

Dean John “DJ” Winchester Jr I HAVE OPINIONS ON THIS BOY

Jody Charlie “JC” Winchester @archangelgabriel Your Jody is perfection and cemented in my head as his sister.

Mary Joanna “MJ” Winchester Jr

Sam & Eileen

Maura Sandra Leahy (twin)

Padraic Robert Leahy (twin)

Sam & Rowena

Moriah Elaine McLeod

Sam & Amy Pond

Jacob Pond (canon)

Abigail Pond

Sam & Gabriel

Remiel John “RJ” Winchester

Sam & Castiel

James Beckett “JB” Winchester (+Jack)

Sam & Jess

Elizabeth Rachel “Lizzy” Moore

Sean Daniel Moore

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Dean & Cassie

Audra Millie Robinson

Robert Cyrus “RC” Robinson

Dean & Anna

Ariel Sarai Milton

Dean & Lisa

Benjamin Issac Braeden

Bobby John!

Mary Ellen Braeden

Dean & Benny

Bobby John!

Emma!

Paul-Henri Lafitte-Winchester (a werewolf kid)

Dean & Castiel

Emma!

Jack!

Claire!

Ben!

Jaime Grace Winchester (a baby they found on a hunt)

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Castiel & Meg

Lailah Azrael Novak

[imnxtsorry]

okay but norribeth wishlist:

-the 'break up of the proposal' scene and deleted scene happening, with James being like 'is this where your heart truly lies' and then basically gracefully bowing out and trusting Elizabeth with Will and wishing them the best: except that Elizabeth just meant that she stood by Jack and Will against the execution and this is awkward but she has to go after him and make things clear. because it’d be cute and hilarious to me. -Elizabeth getting to see his sarcastic side before the movies and kinda getting into it, and returning the crush? and we know Elizabeth doesn't exactly stand on ceremony, she's way too ready to touch Will's hand, making him unnecessarily touch her chest to give him the medallion, kiss in front of her father and so on (and in the early potc draft she actually grabs him and kiss him first which is very ic if you ask me) -Elizabeth who is not with Will anymore actually kissing James first when on the Dutchman and convincing him to go with her, successfully passing the message that okay maybe their fates may join  -Davy Jones' heart ending up in Beckett's hands in some other way because Elizabeth pushed James to stick with her (he's not an idiot, he's STILL in love from the way he looks at her and Will kiss in canon, and if she shows signs of attraction and wants him to go with her...) -James actually not having been involved in the movies so what he knows is that at some point while he was gone Elizabeth got kidnapped by pirates, came back, stayed a year then disappeared again with Will after a semi-engagement, and when he finds her again she's pirate king. Basically the cliché of 'in love with her for a long time, I don't see her for a year and a half or two years and when we meet again she's a freaking pirate

[imaginepirates]

Headcanons about Norrington’s dedication and hidden gentleness for @themightyloki

Okay, so these seem like kinda conflicting ideas, right? Wrong.

Norri is absolutely dedicated to everything he does. He has a really strong sense that he should be working as hard as he can at what he’s good at.

He’s good at his job, and he takes everything to the next level. He knows all you could know in his line of work, and he hasn’t taken a day off unless his superiors forced him to, so he’s probably had one day off for his father’s funeral and some sick days. Even then, he has to be really sick.

He’s always believed in success through hard work, so even as a child in school / the naval academy, he was a good student.

And I mean wickedly good.

It wasn’t that he understood everything right away, he just worked hard until things made sense. He also wasn’t afraid to ask questions. He knew there was no shame in not understanding or not knowing, though it was kind of hard for him to admit it.

Why didn’t he put some effort into a social life, you ask? He wouldn’t have had one anyway. He was the son of an admiral in the Navy, so that made him stick out in his peer group. We all know that one person whose dad works somewhere prestigious and makes lots of money, and we don’t tend to like that kid. Well, James was that kid.

Alright, so he’s had this dedication since he was a kid, and it was enforced by his dad.

As he got older, and especially with his Caribbean crew, he got attached. There was something about them that made him fiercely protective of them, not that they would ever know or see it. He always stands up for his men in the presence of higher-ranking officers and people of high status.

(He definitely sticks up for them whenever Beckett says anything, and once Beckett leaves, he makes sure to reassure people that they’re doing fine and Beckett’s just an ass. Not that he ever says that.)

Anyway, he finds an appreciation for his crew. I think that in lieu of having a family of his own, he looks to his crew as a sort of familial presence. He probably doesn’t even know it himself, but that’s what makes him so dedicated to them.

Speaking of family, he would do anything for his. He figures that he’ll have one, but he’s a super loving guy, and he’s afraid that he won’t be loved back.

This is where his dedication overlaps with his gentleness. He’d be super dedicated to a partner, but also really gentle with them.

He’s a major softie with kids, too. His own or anyone else’s. The young boys in the navy are terrified of him, but they like him because he teaches them what to do instead of yelling at them for being wrong.

I have a theory that he secretly likes non-active activities that he does alone; like listening to music and going to performances (he can’t do anything musical to save his life), going for walks and sitting in nature, and reading. There are some super chill, domestic things he likes to do, but nobody ever gets to see this side of him.

He’s afraid of hurting the people he loves, so he moves and works with intention around them. His intention is to be as loving and non-threatening as possible. It works.

He’s also really good at taking care of the people he cares about. Due to his cautiousness, he gets good at taking care of his family when they’re sick or hurt, or even when they just need some emotional availability from him.

He’s super caring, it’s just hidden behind seven layers of awkwardness. He’s not smooth, nor is he good at anything social. But he understands, and he does his best to show it. I think this makes him really popular with people who know him well.

He’s just a tender, loving dude who also stands up for his beliefs and the people he likes, okay?

[isabeladraws]

this took longer than i wanted to, hopefully you don’t mind! i wanted to make a big thread of random thoughts that came into my head. i decided to answer this way so i can put a cut and people don’t have to read this ridiculously long post!

sunday and beckett pregnancy hcs 🌷👶✨

beckett knows sunday is pregnant before herself. during her period week he knows her mood changes and how horny she sometimes can be. her period is very regular and he knows what to expect and how to comfort her during it. but, it never came. he was busy himself and didn’t realise it until that time of the month was well past them.

“sunday, is everything alright with… you know.. your period?”

“what do you mean?”

“it’s late. your period is never late”

“i think it might be from stress of the games. it’s been madness!”

beckett didn’t seem reassured but he let it go. she knows her body better than he ever could. sunday however was starting to have doubts so she buys a pregnancy test and wouldn’t you freaking know it… it’s positive.

beckett knows when sunday looks at him after she takes that test. he doesn’t even have to see it to believe when she says “you were right… i’m pregant, b”

he hugs her like never before, lifting her off the ground, swaying her in his arms. beckett cries a little, sunday does too. the shock is so big, it wasn’t planned but at the same time, very wanted.

“only beckett harrington to figure out when a girl’s period is late”

“hey, it’s a great few days for said beckett harrington”

“well, too bad they won’t be happening for a while”

“i wouldn’t change a thing, sunday. i love you”

“i love you t- WHAT IF IT’S TWINS BECKETT????!! we cannot handle two babies at once, can we?? omg mom is going to freak out, and atlas… we’re gonna be PARENTS! BECKETT WHY ARE YOU SMILING, YOU NEED TO FREAK OUT WITH ME!!”

they only tell atlas and shreya during the first trimester. sunday knew atlas wouldn’t be able to keep the secret from shreya and shreya would figure it out in 10 minutes anyway. they’re happy to have someone to talk to about it.

it’s the 6 week apointment, sunday had only had a blood test to confirm the pregnancy and passed with flying colors. beckett was with her of course and they were excited to see baby.

the doctor found one baby and they smiled, everything looked healthy and 10 seconds later the doctor is like oh looks like there’s two! oh my mistake, there are three babies in there!

beckett didn’t faint because he was already sitting down. sunday saw her life flash before her eyes.

“what?” said both of them

“yeap, three heartbeats, it’s too early to tell if they might be identical or not”

“are you absolutely sure, doctor?” asked beckett

and the doctor showed them in the ultrassoung machine, three black voids filled with a white dot each and their pulsing hearts. they were having triplets.

i believe pregnancy with multiples need to monitored way more often than ones with just one baby so regular appts for these two. beckett hates missing them but they’re both busy

beckett would still be studying and working freelance (i still have no concrete idea what his job would be, maybe something with writing/research?)

sunday is told to slow things down so she takes a break from the team before quitting altogether 

i haven’t decided on the triplets birthday yet but i’m leaning torwards scorpio/sagittarius season (maybe aries season too?)

beckett and sunday still travel quite a bit 

sunday feels pretty great for the most part, i think the hardest part of her pregnancy is towards the end

beck really wanted to take a photo of sunday each week and see the growth of their babies;  he made a whole album with his thoughts and hopes for their family and gave it to sunday after the babies were born

they travelled to quite a few places during the 9 months, maybe 6 to 7 different locations. sunday being at home more and feeling pretty good during the 2nd trimester they took a few roadtrips to places close to them

atlas and shreya moved out of their shared apt so beckett moved in with sunday right before they found out they were pregnant

i don’t know if they’d be married at this point in time or not

they would have been living together before getting pregnant, sunday would spend most of her time at beckett’s place but she wasn’t “officially” moved in because she travelled quite a bit due to thief and the games 

to me, for some reason, their lives seem hectic and busy af after graduating, everything happens at once for them

getting signed with a thief team, beckett getting acknowledged for his skills and scoring independent jobs and working on his masters, sunday is travelling all the time

i feel like beckett one day, in the midst of all the business, while they were still half asleep in bed was just like “marry me” and sunday thought she was actually dreaming. there was no way this boy was asking her to marry him right now 

“what” she kinda giggled “marry me” he sounded so serious she woke up and sit up

they stayed in silence just staring at each other for a while until they started smilling and the thought really sank in, it was barely morning 

“sunday, marry me” 

“i think i’ll need to hear that again a few more times”

did they elope later that afternoon?? WHO KNOWS 

back to your scheduled programming of pregnancy with triplets:

sunday got real swolen, painfully swolen at some point in time. 

weird cravings of butternut squash everything. beckett became quite good at using it in a variety of recipes

sunday really missed her job during her pregnancy and felt quite lost. she felt her only purpose was to carry these kids around and moan back pain every 5 minutes. 

but she also realised she didn’t want to do thief after becoming a mother. that chapter felt like it was closing for her and she needed to take a step foward into a new career path (i have yet to figure it out)

very cranky and moody sunday. she also hated getting advice from her mom on her pregnancy. it would just annoy her

atlas got real good at getting these two away from each other

god atlas as an AUNT wow

she really started to fear sunday at the end of her pregnancy like... the look sunday would give when she was pissed off ... oof 

atlas and beckett are the only ones sunday wanted with her when it was delivery time

i imagined it was most likely a c-section? would there be more “innovative” ways in the magick world to give birth?? 

moving on that’s not important

beckett studies pregnancy yoga intensely so he can teach sunday

tmi.. or nsfw... sex is pretty fun 

sunday thinks it will be 2 girls and one boy, the girls being identical 

beckett thinks it’s 3 girls

they restored their baby blanket atlas found and used it in the nursery

sunday and beckett did not find out the sexes of the babies until birth

(it was a bet. sunday was actually the one that was DYING to find out and lost)

shreya was the only one that guessed correctly (2 boys 1 girl) 

bougie ass baby gifts from shreya. special one of a kind super gentle lotion, shampoo. baby shoes, oils and butters for stretch marks, blankets with their names on it, literally you name it

there’s something about baths... sunday would never take them but it became nighttime ritual at some point

beckett is very aware of people’s names now that he has to name 3 kids and is VERY opinionated 

he even starts to question his name, sunday’s name, everyone else around him “you have a such a weird name sunday, what was theia thinking” “COME SAY THAT TO YOUR PREGNANT WIFE’S FACE, HARRINGTON”

sunday needs to pull a break on that for a while so they stop throwing name ideas for a few weeks 

they agree on marlow first, sunday suggests it and beckett isn’t much of a fan until he finds himself using it in his head. when he sees his baby boy he knows it’s his name 

they had one unexpected visit from the sources to congratulate sunday and beckett on the pregnancy and marriage. i’m pretty sure gemma called selene’s wood attunement.

sunday does not want anyone touching her belly but she’s kinda anxious about it so atlas is always ready to fight somebody’s hand off

god can u imagine these sisters coming this far in their lives, sunday is going to be a mother, atlas an aunt how happy atlas is to be able to see a future she thought would be lost after so many years of running from raife and the heartache and loss. I AM EMOTIONAL. 

doting aunt atlas like she SPOILS these kids to death

katrina might have a kid of her own at this point in time, since she’s older than beckett? sunday would appreciate her advice way more in comparision to her mother’s. (i could also see katrina not wanting kids but i don’t know if she has hinted either way)

beckett’s family has been a bit harsh when it comes to sunday’s job but she wins everyone over eventually so they do find themselves falling in love with her. they find sunday so warm and kind and easy to talk to. his parents are so happy to be grandparents of three kids no less, and are prepared to spoil them to bits. 

i can see her with the harringtons spending the summer together, his mother talking about when beckett was a baby himself which seemed not that long ago. 

the boys share a room in their grandparent’s house while selene has one of her own once they’re about 5/6 years old. while they’re toddlers, they do sleep in the same room together. 

they really do dote on these kids. beckett has never seen them this affectionate before in his life. 

beckett’s father and jett bond very nicely. both are a fan of sports. 

zeph and griff give sunday and beck so many delicious homecooked meals they can freeze for after birth but also to eat whenever they want. 

zeph got the tendency of showing up like “my abuela cooked extra this week so i thought i’d give you some for dinner”

they do not complain once. the meals are delicious

zeph really enjoys babysitting the kiddos, especially as they get a bit older and start to waddle around, speaking gibberish you understand but not really. the kids are really impressed by his water tricks. bath time is a mess (with him and in general tbh)

beckett and sunday have one big fight during the pregnancy. sunday is feeling lost and weird about her career, job, path in general and beckett always has something to say instead of just listening which frustrates them both. they fight all day the first time but can’t go to sleep angry so they talk it out during the night. neither of them has much sleep but they settle things down, beckett just listens and explains where he came from, apolagizes, sunday too, they figure it out in the end. this comes up again but sunday just points it out to him what he’s doing and he’s like “my bad, babe”. 

sunday eats pretty much plant-based during the pregnancy apart from having a few eggs here and there. she has this aversion of meat, it sounds disgusting to her (marlow’s influence?) 

beckett sings to the babies a lot, sunday falls asleep to it often

i can see beckett having choir lessons when he was younger and actually being a pretty good vocalist

atlas buys baby things ALL THE TIME. goes jogging, sees a random store “oh sunday i found this dumb ass onesie, here” “i saw this arylu plushie and thought the kids would like it” “this muslin cloth has cat butts on it, let me get that 1 for each kid” sunday literally doesn’t need to buy anything because everyone is buying them baby stuff 24/7 

shreya planned the baby shower where they basically just asked for diappers and ended up with high-tech baby stuff, beckett was actually pretty intrigued by some of them

massages. everyone that goes into that apt just sees beckett rubbing some lotion on sunday and massaging some area in her body, feet, back, legs. towards the end it’s a must if sunday wants to walk around for more than 20 minutes without being in pain.

if you finished reading this, congratulations! here, have a 🍄.

this is already so freaking long and even though i feel like i could get some more hc’s going i’m gonna stop here and save any that i find important for another post. let me know what you guys think and don’t mind the typos too much  I’M SICK🙈

[muckrakerhq]

PRESENTING … FONDUE FOR TWO, EVERY TUESDAY, HOSTED BY JOEY HUMMEL-ANDERSON.

featuring… this week’s guests, @auroraowen​ & @steviebeckett​

fondue for two is a weekly internet talk show hosted by joey hummel-anderson. fondue for two, joey, and the muckraker team strive to get all the steaming gossip while he interviews guests of his choice over a steaming pot of cheese.

[The same old Joey’s room, same as before – Joey sitting across from Stevie and Rory, while Gil the Fish is on his bowl in between them]

JOEY: Welcome back to Fondue for Two! Since last week we had Ivy and Lincoln here with us and they’re playing Danny and Rizzo in Grease, I thought that it would probably for the best if I invited the people who are playing Sandy and Rizzo on the nights that no one cares about! In other words, I finally got Danny as I deserve, but this isn’t about me! I have here with me, Rory Owen and Stevie Beckett! How do you feel about being here?

STEVIE: Since when do people not care about closing night?

RORY: I think all days are equally important, but thanks for inviting me on here Joey. I kinda thought this was only reserved for people you liked.

JOEY: No one cares about closing night, Stevie. And it was hard for me to invite the two of you over, but it's fine, I'll just have to burn those chairs. First question is for Rory: care to explain what happened to the Schuemobile?

RORY: No comment. Any relation to me destroying the Schuemobile is simply just rumors. And I’m definitely not saying this because this video could be incriminating.

JOEY: Okay, that's fair enough! I still think you did it though, so I'll keep my eye out on you just in case. Next question is for Stevie: out of the gay boys in our school, who's the second hottest? I'm already first, so.

STEVIE: I'm definitely first hottest, so... you? Congrats.

JOEY: Stop lying in front of Gil the Fish, that's rude. Anyway, what are you guys most excited about the musical?

RORY: Being able to play a part that I actually deserve. Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely thrilled to play Jan but... we all know who had the best Danny audition and it wasn’t Julien or Ivy.

STEVIE: Getting to knock the socks off of the audience with my rendition of 'Hopelessly Devoted to You' on B nights. And getting to piss off any backwoods townie homophobes by telling an enchanting gay love story on stage. Even if it does mean I have to kiss you, Joey.

JOEY: You're right, the best Danny audition was mine, I'm glad that we could agree on that! And Stevie, the thought of kissing you makes my skin crawl, but I'm willing to do it because I really want to play Danny. Okay, next up, we have a little game. Fuck, marry, kill: Theo, Kaden and Cam. And don't worry, the internet is a safe place.

STEVIE: They're all straight, right? Snooze, I'll let Rory take this one.

RORY: Well, I’ve already fucked two of the three so I guess I’ll fuck Cam since I haven’t yet, marry Theo, and kill Kaden. Pretty refreshing lineup in my opinion.

JOEY: Stevie, it's supposed to be a game! You have to answer! Wait, Rory you slept with Theo? Can you whisper in my ear if the Evian water bottle rumors are true?

RORY: Evian water bottle rumors? What?

STEVIE: Oh, well if that's true I know my line up.

STEVIE: Unless I'm missing something.

JOEY: Stevie, just answer the question! Rory, we'll talk after the video is over. [looks at the camera for a while and then back to Stevie]

STEVIE: I'm invoking my fifth amendment right, and would like to instead use this time to encourage everyone to vote for me for Homecoming King.

RORY: I thought you weren’t on the ballot?

STEVIE: Please tell me my sister's curse is not passing on to me.

JOEY: You have a sister?

JOEY: Right, I'm getting distracted, the Evian water bottle thing threw me off. Moving on, Stevie, why do you dress like my dad?

RORY: Joey, he has a literal twin.

STEVIE: If you're referring to your fabulous if a tad washed up father Kurt, I'll just say it's an honor to be compared to him.

JOEY: I don't mean him, I mean my dad Blaine. You're telling me if I pulled out one of his bowties right now, what are the odds that you already own it?

STEVIE: It's rare of me to rock a bowtie, but considering I'm pretty sure your dads could have me fired in an instant for whatever I say on here, I'll just say pass on the fashion inquisition, thanks.

JOEY: I guess that's fair enough, just don't go steal clothes from my dad or he'll be really mad. Rory, I heard a rumor that you're taking Drew McCarthy to Sadie's! Is this because he reminds you of a lost puppy? Because that's what I think.

RORY: No? I mean, he’s a bit like a lost puppy but that’s not why we’re going together.

JOEY: Then why are you going together?

RORY: Because we’re friends.

JOEY: So, you don't want to jump in his pants?

RORY: Why would I want to do that?

JOEY: I don't know, I was just wondering. You're very defensive about all of this. Anyway, Stevie, who are you taking to Sadie's?

STEVIE: I'll be escorted by the illustrious Darcy Clarington-Smythe whose financial backing combined with my fashion sense will make her the best dressed girl there, even if she's not a McKinley student.

JOEY: That's kind of lame. I thought you at least would go with a hot guy, but at least Darcy's pretty cool! Right, another question for the two of you: predictions on what's going to happen at Sadie's? Drama, hook-ups, tell me all.

RORY: I don’t really know? People are probably going to just get drunk and fuck like usual.

STEVIE: This is McKinley, if we don't have some form of rigged election or prank during court announcements, I'll feel cheated out of the full experience, honestly. I'll probably be crowned Queen instead of King as a cheap joke, someone will put bath salts in the punch, and someone'll get Carrie'd. Those are my guesses.

JOEY: Right, right... Stevie, you're not getting crowned Queen, you're not popular enough. Besides, I'm a Cheerio, if anyone were to be crowned Queen, it would be me.

STEVIE: I am also a Cheerio.

JOEY: Liar!

JOEY: Anyway, it's time to wrap this up, I took most of my cold medicine an hour ago and now I have the urge to stand in a corner for three hours. Time for Gil's final thoughts. [Zoom in on Gil the Fish as he swims around] Rory, he said something really offensive, I'm not going to translate that.

RORY: He can speak??

STEVIE: Okay, well, Vote Stevie! And come see Grease on B-cast nights! At least that's one thing we can all agree on.

JOEY: Of course he can, he's a fish! And obviously vote for Joey, this is my show and if you guys don't vote for me, I'll be really sad. Did you guys have fun?

RORY: It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever done. So, kinda fun I guess.

STEVIE: Never imagined I could have such a great time exposing my personal life for all of Lima to see.

JOEY: Awesome! Don't forget to join us next week for more Fondue for Two! 

 [THE END]

[piusultra-a]

The One that Got Away I / Dad I

All it took for her to want to sink further down the bench she was sitting on was seeing that child running around, sometimes losing sense of surroundings and not modulating her voice. Laurie was not embarrassed by her daughter, never would be. What she was embarrassed about was the murmurs and constant comparison of Beckett’s quirk to that of “Present Mic”. 

The quirks just so happened to be alike, it wasn’t the first, nor was it the last time it happened, she was certain. However, Laurie would’ve been more than ready and okay for Beckett to be either quirkless like her father, or to inherit her own than for her to blow out a window with a single screech; sealing both their fates in doing so. Now, Laurie didn’t mean anything ominous by that, but as far as outsiders were concerned, the facts were laid out and the child might as well be Hizashi Yamada’s daughter. It would never matter how many times Laurie denied it, so after the first few times, she stopped altogether. 

Staying in touch with her friends from U.A. was inevitable, and she wasn’t about to drop them or run back from the place she came from simply due to something so… trivial. 

A quick look at the park, with Beckett running into the arms of perhaps the only person that would be able to mentor her closely, had her closing her blue eyes momentarily, hiding her face behind the hand knit scarf she wore, heart thumping against her chest with such strength that she had to lay a hand over it to soothe herself; nowhere near as expressive as she used to be, be it because she learned not to be, or because she didn’t want to give anything away. 

Part of her had wanted to ask him and Shota not to become too involved with her child, not because she didn’t want them around but because she knew what the outcome would be and she was not ready to face it. She had been ready, before, long before Beckett’s quirk manifested. Laurie had told herself time and time again, that she would finally speak up, and hope for the best, but day after day a new excuse appeared, and day after day it was nothing but the usual; the usual laughter, the usual teasing, the usual commotion. 

They waved from afar; him with Beckett in arms, and she found it in her to get a hand out of her jacket to wave back at them, only to end up looking away after a few seconds. 

Melancholy had never been out of place when it came to her, and it had hit her harder after the baby was born, realizing she was all alone, and once again she had landed herself in a life she didn’t want, and what she had planned for herself was no longer a possibility. Perhaps it would never be.

Being a Pro Hero had still been in the cards of course, and she had been lucky enough to be able to accomplish that, but the other part of her life, the part she had wanted to finally make something of… well. That part was broken into pieces, burnt and thrown out a long time ago. Time had run out, slipped through her fingers like sand and she hadn’t even realized it until it was too late. Because it was too late, wasn’t it?

What sounded like a pterodactyl made her look at the playground once more, only to see her daughter biting at one of her braids. As Laurie got up halfway, her gaze met Hizashi’s as he lifted Beckett by a leg, yes, a leg, and played along with the dinosaur theme, managing to pull the braid of blonde hair out of her mouth at the same time. 

This was… this was as close as she was going to get to the life she wanted. Wasn’t it? She always did know she would never find a place of her own. Perhaps, being a hero, and being a mother were the two things she was supposed to be; anything else was asking for too much.

Beckett’s laughter echoed as though it came from a large speaker, and Laurie allowed herself to smile behind the scarf; no wonder Shota was hardly ever seen without his cloth. 

A loud thud, followed by giggling alerted her, and soon enough she was running towards the swingset by which Beckett was, on her knees.

❝ Beckett, sweetheart, no! Those are new pants. He got them for you. ❞

Make believe… it was all make believe, but it was all she truly had.

My name is Bender and I write stuff like this to offer in plotting, but yeah, basically this is part of Laurie’s story the way I kinda worked her into this so... yeah. 

She’s older than Shota and Hizashi, but she became friends with them because she never really got along with people in her class besides Midnight due to her pheromone powers. She began harboring a crush for Hizashi from the moment she met him but she never had the courage to tell him about it. She had her daughter not long after she finished school, and while she still wanted to come clean to him, Laurie finally decided not to, when her daughter manifested a quirk all too similar to his. 

She’s been a devoted hero, and equally if not more devoted as a mother. At 32/33 years old, she’s not known to be dating or ever having dated anyone. The suspicion remains that Beckett, her daughter and also available character in this blog, might be Hizashi’s daughter. SHE’S NOT. I repeat, Beckett is NOT Hizashi’s daughter, but they’re pretty close and he is a parental figure to her as Shota himself is as well, found family if you’d like.

I WOULD LOVE TO PLAY THIS OUT, SO if you think you’d be interested, hit me up <3.

[miss-bvnny]

@gosalynmallardlockdown​ tagged me to talk about 10 favs from 10 different fandoms and while I don’t...EXACTLY participate in a whole lotta fandom stuff this is a chance to rant about my babys so guess what mother trucker!!!! Gonna try and pull out a few ‘’Unexpected’’ ones that I don’t usually rant about!!!

Captain Holly (WSD 2018) - Okay so I’m Big Nasty into WSD as most of yall know. I’ve read the book, seen the movie, seen the 90s kids series, and now the 2018 version. And like...it’s HARD to pick a favorite iteration among all of them. Like of course the book is king above all and I love EACH for their own strengths but like...2018 Holly hits different. Seeing them do just THAT much more with his character and really make him POP in some very unexpected ways was refreshing and interesting. I know we all talk about how Blackavar’s death in the movie was out of nowhere and really sad AND IT WAS, but like...Holly dying in front of Hyzenthlay??? After admitting he loves her????? Nah man that hits too different.

Kylo Ren (Star Wars) - Yknow considering how hard they fucked up his character in 8 and 9, and also considering my refusal to acknowledge TROS, he’s kind of a hard one to defend, but....Yeah. Sometimes we just love villains, ladies. TBH tho I think this one comes mostly from how I’ve written a LOT for Ren in the past, especially during Quarantine this year. I kinda...got attached to him through writing for him, if that makes sense??? Like I KNOW he’s kind of weak as far as SW villains go but He’s Still My Boy. But yeah I lvoe Ren pry him from my hands and also in an ideal SW canon he would have been able to do a Battouga end of lecture Alexa play Zero by Imaigne Dragons.

Walter Beckett (Spies in Disguise)- Hey remember when a Funnee movie about a talking Will Smith Pigeon did better than SW and Cats??? Walter is....such a great character. I think he’s my favorite Tom Holland character (This is not a diss on Spiderman, don't read it that way) I love the idea that a character who’s still grieving and healing from his mother’s death was so affected by her being killed in the line of action that it inspires him to invent non violent ways to fight crime is...so sweet. He’s kinda like Varian from TBEA in a sort of ‘’adorable inventor boy’’ niche??? IDK hes my son dont be mean to him.

Rabbit (Winnie the Pooh) - Yall ever seen the New Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh??? Yall ever seen the Find Her Keep Her episode?? I dont think I need to say more. I know not a lot of people like Rabbit because he’s the cranky and slightly mean impatient grouch but like...Find Her Keep Her changed me.

Master Shifu (Kung Fu Panda) - I! Love! Emotionally! Constipated! Old! Men! I love those....hardened by trauma but still loving and kind beneath a strict exterior characters. Show me a character who is perceived as unbreakable, and then show me something can break them, and I WILL love them. Kung Fu Panda as a series is a hidden gem in Dreamworks history and it has a lot of really deep moments in it that really touch me, and seeing the flashback with Tai Lung’s backstory always gets me.

Judge Claude Frollo (HBOND)- Yeah. Yeah. Controversial one in this day and age, huh? Look, I....have a really serious attachment to him. First of all, in an age where every other Disney villain just wanted money or power, his motives were...a welcome and also really fucked up change of pace. I respect that. Secondly...ten years ago this month I met someone so important because we were both a couple of scene girls on Deviantart hyperfixating on him. If anything had changed in him, if he had been just a LITTLE different, or if he hadn’t happened at all...I might not have met them. And I think that terrifies me more than anything. So yeah, REALLY evil guy, but I love him for what he did in my life.

Yondu (GOTG) - ‘’He may have been your father, but he wasn’t your daddy’’ Like...what more do you need??? I love??? Frenemies??? And also Frenemies who are attached to the main character in a familial sense??? 

Cantus (Fraggle Rock) - I think I’ve seen exactly three episodes of Fraggle Rock in my entire life and one of them was Cantus’s episode but anyway yeah I love him a whole awful lot. He’s just so....chill and wise, he’s got this real ‘Jedi Master’ vibe and there’s always something about the characters voiced by Jim Henson himself. Plus his design is just *Kisses*

Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania) - God..the FIRST HT movie is like...my favorite Halloween movie. What a cool concept. Too back 2 and 3 were fucking awful and now the trilogy is super badly aged. Characters played by Selena Gomez are usually so annoying and schlocky, but like...Mavis has this incredibly strong charm to her, a very vibrant character, honestly. 

Rooster (The Secret Life Of Pets 2) Like the sane majority of people, I agree TSLOP was barely strong enough to even warrant a sequel, but of course its a funnee minion movie that make a shit ton of money so It got one anyway. Despite my deep personal hatred for every single Illumination movie OTHER THAN HOP, HOP IS GOD TIER, I’m glad they made TSLOP 2 because Rooster was the greatest thing to happen to the movie. Out of all the three plotlines in the movie, the farm one was the most cohesive and not just a pandering mess. Harrison Ford playing his own fursona was very enjoyable, and made the movie honestly kinda worth seeing.

Uh....I don’t....know ten people so if you see this and wanna do it, consider yourself tagged lmao

[dcrken]

* ♡ ˙ ˖ / herman tommeraas + cis male + he/him. — did you know beck’s real name is beckett holsen ? oh yeah, they are a twenty-two year old bartender known as the dirtbag that has been in town for three years. this pansexual aries can be truthful + self-reliant, as well as sardonic + assertive. i hear their soulmark is a wilted rose on the neck, and their soulmate looks like axel auriant. bruised knuckles, neatly poured shots, a journal filled with unspoken words.

hello friends, it’s cee again for an encore round feating this .... lil fucker , BECK ! he’s the light of my life & a recycled muse that i would do anything for, but he’s a lil demon so i apologize in advance. again , please give this a lil LIKE & i’ll hop into your dms !

BACKGROUND. abuse tw, alcohol abuse tw, death tw.

a true southern boy, beckett was born in savannah, georgia. he’s got a very norwegian family, so he speaks fluent norwegian & english, but he’s never been outside of the states. he was born to a very protective mother and a very focused father. where his mother was the loving one, his father was less. surrounded by drinking and anger problems, his father was never comforting or loving, and beck wasn’t raised to be kind and sincere.

as beck grew, his fathers personality and anger only settled in more. often times there would be disagreements that got physical, and the more his father yelled at beck to hit back, the more willing he was to defend himself. unfortunately, his father considered this a+ parenting and felt this was helping beck ‘be a man’ and grow up. 

eyes often doted with bruises and knuckles sore from fighting back, beck found solace in his mother. she was kind, soft spoken, and he had no idea why she was still with his father. despite their so called love, he was a terrible husband and father, and no amount of poor guidance would lead beck to think otherwise. 

meanwhile, as beck made his way through school, he had a gift for intelligence. he excelled quicker than any other student in his school and was quickly pushed up two grades. at barley seven, he was already passing through third grade and was quickly labeled as gifted. 

though he was intellectually on a higher level, he wasn’t at the maturity rate to be so young going through much higher grades. he often got in trouble for acting out, mostly due to his high intelligence mixed with his low maturity. by the age of sixteen, he had already graduated high school and was beginning college. it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy school or learning ; he’s got a major love for reading and learning, but it was hard to have a stigma over his head.

meanwhile, his father was pushing him to do better and better - there were children who graduated college at sixteen, and his father always thought a pushy do better attitude mixed with physical forces would someone make beck smarter than he was. however, beck knew he wasn’t child prodigy material, he just excelled in school and was able to finish earlier than others. but his father always expected the world, and it weighed heavy on the young boy. 

at sixteen years old, beckett left home as he was excepted into princeton university. he longed to be away from home, but he was clearly not ready to be on his own yet. still young and impressionable, his inherited traits got the best of him, and beck had fallen into the partying scene. his father, a business man, had urged his son to become a business major despite his wants to be a teacher, so he did; and it drained the life out of him. 

he was still making his way through, despite his struggles, and only faltered when he came home for christmas when he was seventeen. no phone call or text had indicated that anything was wrong - and he realized he had been too focused on his party scene and actually being a kid to call home. however, as he returns home, he’s met with the news that his mother had passed away. his father, being the asshole that he is, didn’t even both having a funeral or contacting their son. 

devastated and at wits end with his father, they get into a huge brawl which leaves beck pretty badly hurt and with no choice but to go back to princeton because at least he’s not with his dad.

he only lasts until his eighteenth birthday before he drops out and leaves the state, his degree, and his abusive father behind. he does however, bring the emotional baggage of his childhood and the loss of his mother with him, along with all of the funds he had in savings for college; now protected in his own bank account. he drives and drives until he finds jericho, a small hidden gem that his life had needed.

with his struggles still tucked under his belt, he finds solace in a local bar that allowed him to bartend ( thanks , maine bartending law ), though his job is threatened several times when he’s caught drinking on the job. slowly, however, he pulled himself together. he still has some missing pieces that likely won’t ever put themselves back, but he spend the last three(ish) years becoming his own person.

sometimes he regrets not finishing college, not being there for his mom, and everything else that haunts him from his past, but he’s young, independent, and as happy as he thinks he can get in the small town. he still struggles with alcohol issues, but working at the bar as well as confiding in the owner has actually helped him stay grounded; and his biggest inspiration being.

the focus his anger and to keep his head on straight, i feel like he was briefly involved with some underground fighting but it turned into boxing & some mma type fights locally. nothing professionally or as a steady form of income, but more so for his own well being and so he doesn’t get into actual fights with people. he likes fighting because he grew up with a heavy self defense mindset, and it helps keep him focused and gets out his anger. definitely has a little area at home with a punching bag so he can let out his anger when needed.

PERSONALITY.

beck is ... damaged, but he’s not an asshole. well. he’s kind of an asshole. he’s definitely got temperament issues, but he controls it through work & fights. it helps keep him centered so he doesn’t actually punch people. is incredibly impatient and probably carries a stress ball around with him. i’m not kidding.

however i gotta be honest he’s not that controlled. will probably punch you if you piss him off. very fighty. also 

incredibly cynical and doesn’t really believe all the hype around jericho & soulmates. the idea of love in his head is incredibly jaded and he doesn’t think he’ll ever find it. sometimes all he sees in himself is his father and would rather not induce that onto other people. likely comes off as a player-type, though it’s not intentional. 

i don’t know if i’d classify him as brutally honest -- but he’s very truthful. he doesn’t intentionally say things to be rude or unkind , but his truth isn’t always what people want to hear and he doesn’t mind being the one who has to say it.

comes off as very much emotionless and that’s how he likes it. he doesn’t like to show weakness. he doesn’t necessarily come off as closed off - he’s honest and truthful , but in technical terms he’s very closed off. little to no people know anything about his past because he won’t talk about it. the most he discloses is that he’s from georgia and he went to princeton.

curses like a sailor. every other work is fuck. every insult in suck my dick. i’m sorry.

he writes in a journal to get his thoughts/feelings out on paper and out of his head. if you touch it, he’ll kill you. not a joke. he also really loves to read??? two things that are usually Unexpected of him. 

very typical leather jacket wearing cigarette smoking kinda ‘bad boy’ image although he has a great smile when he decides to use it.

he’s slowly beginning to understand that he needs to let go of his anger & past and is actually pretty happy in jericho. felt super lonely for.... years and probably doesn’t feel as lonely anymore.

LINKS. 

wanted connections.

stats.

pinterest.

[abigailpoe]

In My Head (Beckett x MC)

Summary: Beckett couldn’t quite put his finger on Raven. She was one the nicest people that he had ever met, but at the same time, she was determined not to let anyone treat her poorly. She did just what he hated. She got in his head.

Notes: I don’t own any of these characters. Also, this story does include the picture MC found of herself or anything else about the inside of the secret room.

Rating: Idk; some language and suggestive NSFW themes,

Tags: @boneandfur @drivenbyfantasy@laniquelove@tmarie82@angstymarshmallow@ashtonmore@blazerina@beaumonttrash@choicesmyway @dangerous-capri15@syltti78@thechrispowell @beckettbaguette

After discovering the secret room, I walked Raven back to her dorm room. I lied and said it was for saftey when in reality I wanted to spend more time with her. It was slightly embarrassing, but I couldn't shake this feeling she gave me. I only wished that I hadn’t been so rude to her before. 

She smiled up at me. “Well, this is me. Goodnight, Beckett.” Her cheeks began to dance with a light rose color. “Thank you for making the library a little more fun than I expected.”

I returned a smile. “I guess I owe you a thank you, too.”

She looked down at her feet as if nervous. “Hey, I meant what I said.” She looked up at me. “You’re pretty great, Beckett, but please try to relax sometime.”

“With you around, it’s pretty easy,” I responded.

Raven blushed a little. “So you’re saying you want me around more often?”

“I— that’s not— but—“ I stuttered. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted her around more than she and I would ever understand.

She smirked. “A date first would be nice. Maybe a get to know you first, and then, I can start hanging around more often.”

My cheeks began growing redder and redder. “That’s not what I meant—“ I choked. “I mean... I wouldn’t mind— a date— with you...”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” She joked.

My face grew hotter, and I knew redder. I took a breath to relax. “Maybe tomorrow... you and I could go to breakfast together—“

Raven blushed. “Are you asking me on a date, Beckett?”

“No! I mean— we both have to go anyways. Don’t make a thing out of it!” I snapped.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Too late.” We stood in silence for a bit before Raven broke it. “I should probably get going to bed.”

Raven looked up at me as if expecting more. Suddenly, she fell forward onto me. When we untangled our limbs, she was below me, smiling. Our faces were incredibly close; I glanced down to see her gazing at my lips. Raven’s face grew red once she realized I caught her.

“You should probably get off me...” she whispered softly.

I whispered back. “Yeah... good idea...” I stood up and helped her off of the ground.

She rose up on her toes and planted a soft kiss onto my cheek. “Goodnight, Beckett.”

“Goodnight, Raven.” I choked.

She smiled as she stepped through the door to her room. I turned to walk away when I heard yelling.

“You should have kissed him! What? Did you not want to? That’s why I shoved you!”

I heard Raven yell in return. “I did want to! Not right then!”

“He’s cute and into you!”

I smiled as I walked away. Once I returned to my room, I changed into my pajamas and laid down in my bed. I made a little flame in my hand and bounced it back and forth. My mind began to wander back to the library, so I quickly extinguished the flame.

“Does she have your incredible good looks?” Raven smiled sweetly. 

I was too upset about everything for it to phase me. “I don’t know if I’d say I’m all that good looking.”

“Well, I would.”

I lightly shook my head to snap out of it, trying to get Raven out of my head. I didn't understand why she was so predominant in my thoughts. 

“She is funny. And smart. And kinda cute. More really nice to look at. Not like I’m looking at her more than a normal amount. Right?” I said to myself in my empty room. I saw up and looked up at the wall in front of me. I knew deep down that even if there was something there, my father and mother would never approve. 

I opened my hands and relaxed. I focused on the feeling in them, creating a ball of water in them. The water in my palm dancing around, flowing smoothly from one hand to the next. I open my eyes and focused on making them into shapes. A square and then a circle. Next, I formed a triangle and a heart.

“You are. But you’re cute. So I forgive you.”

I lost control of the spell, and the water in my palms flew into my face, soaking my clothing and my hair. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself as I took off my wet shirt. “What are you doing, Beckett? She’s just some girl. Raven is nothing like you. Raven actually cares about people, and look at you! You’re a massive jerk.” I bent down and splashed some more water onto my face. I snatched a towel and began drying off my face. 

“Am I really just some girl?” I heard behind me. I looked into the mirror to see Raven behind me. 

I rapidly turned around, clutching onto the edge of the sink. “You’re here?”

She smirked. “Of course I’m here. You’ve been thinking a lot about me.” Raven sauntered up to me, placing a hand on my chest. She rose to her toes even with my ears. She lowered her voice before speaking again. “I know how bad you want to kiss me, Beckett. Maybe even more then I want to kiss you.”

My breathing slowed while my heart beat did the opposite. “How did you get in?” Without another word, she began kissing me. 

I wrapped my arms around her as I pushed her back into the bedroom. I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I lightly dropped her onto the bed where she began to get undressed. I stood back as she teased me with the hem of her bra before removing her shirt entirely. I bent down to kiss her again when I felt water dripping onto the back of my neck.

“What the...” I said. I gasped as I sat up in my bed, heartbeat pumping. I looked around for any trace of Raven, but there was none. “Thank goodness that it was all a dream.”

I threw on some pants and headed out to the kitchen, shirtless. On my way into it, I breathed in the aroma of bacon and pancakes. I turned the corner to see a girl, swaying side to side cooking. She had long brown hair and one of my shirts on. Maybe my roommate brought another girl home...?

She turned around, and it was Raven. “Good morning, sleepy head.” She smiled. Raven came around the counter and kissed my cheek really quick. “It took you long enough to get up.”

I was trying to remain unfazed, but that was difficult for me to do. “Yeah... I guess it did...” I sat down and began drinking some water.

“Are you tired from last night?” She questioned.

I choked on my drink. “What?”

“The dancing. I know it’s not your favorite thing in the world, but I love it.” She grinned. “Thank you for going with me.”

Suddenly, my room was transformed into a club. I hated clubs and dancing. Most thing that we’re considered fun I hated. I glanced across the club to see a guy dating with Raven.

I don’t know why, but it made me so angry. The bartender came over and pored me a shot. “Are you really not going to punch that dude? He’s been all over your girl all night.”

I shuck my head. “I can’t just punch someone, and Raven isn’t my girl.”

The bartender smiled. “Trust me, she definitely is. I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you came in here.” He bent down to look me right in the eyes. “So you’re saying you’re not in love with that girl?”

“I— we just met.” I stated.

He sighed. “Okay... whatever you say.”

I turned back to watch Raven, and the guy was smiling at her. I didn’t like the way that they were looking at each other. I could feel the flames in my body begin to rise in temperature. I took the shot and marched over to where the two were at.

I tapped Raven on the shoulder. “Would you like to dance with me?”

The dude looked agitated. “Seriously? I saw her first.”

Raven turned around. “Actually, he saw me first a few weeks ago. And I choose who I dance with. Sorry, bye.” Raven pulled me away from the man and began to dance with me. The rest of the night was a blur.

I returned to the present, in the kitchen. Raven stared at me from across the island. “I loved what we did afterwards.” Raven smirked, winking at me.

Water began hitting my face again. I sat up, in my bed, to find Raven standing over me. “Get up, idiot. We’re going to be late.”

“Am I awake?” I asked, hazy of what was going on.

She hit my arm. “Duh. We have class. You asked me to come and get you. Your weird roommate let me in.”

“I’m really awake this time?” I questioned.

She rolled her eyes, and turned to walk out of my room. “Forget about coffee if you aren’t going to move your feet!”

I quickly got up, dressed, and followed her out. “So I really am awake?”

She turned around, an eyebrow raised. “Yes?” I noticed her eyes wander up and down my bare chest. I smirked at her as she became flustered. “Let’s... um... get going...”

She cracked the door open, and we began to head to breakfast. Raven smiled as we walked, taking my hand. A few people were visibly confused by this, and a few made remarks about us. Mostly that I was too difficult and rude.

“Really?” Someone remarked. “He’s so cute, yet he’s with her?”

Raven stopped to face them. “What’s your problem?” Raven took a breath to calm herself down. “One, were not official, and he’s never asked me out. Two, with an attitude like that, you’ll be lucky to ever get someone.”

I cut Raven off. “And three, it’s none of your business. Please, just leave us be.” The girl stormed off in a huff.

“Ooo... I like this you. All sexy and confident.” Raven jokingly smirked.

I bent down and kissed her... and to my surprise, she returned the passion. I felt her hands wander up to my hair, and I found the small of her back, pulling her in closer. When the kiss broke, we were both breathing heavily.

Raven did just the thing I hated....

She got in my head.

[bravevulnerability]

prompt: 2x17/18 au where castle and beckett are already a couple. kinda like a still our hands match thing?

A/N: Can optionally be viewed as an insert in the ‘still our hands match’/’still with hearts beating’ universe, set between the end of the initial story and beginning of the sequel. Thank for the inspiration there, anon. :)

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She should have been with him at the loft that night, but she had been adamant about how it was too great of a risk to expose his family to her potential stalker, so she had gone home to her apartment. He had been planning to join her, just as he had the night before, only stopping by his loft to check in on his mother and daughter, when something Alexis said made the terrible realization set in.

Nikki will burn.

Castle rushed to her place as fast as he could, anxiously sitting through a cab ride he promised the driver triple the fare for and sprinting through the streets once he made it to her block, shoving people out of his way with halfhearted apologies spilling from his lips as he went. He tried calling her over and over again, begging her to just pick up the damn phone, but he continued to receive her voicemail.

When he was mere steps away from her building, her voice – her actual voice – finally filled his ears, but all he could do was shout his warning, “It wasn’t Ben Conrad, he’s not the killer! The killer’s still alive, the killer’s still-”

He heard it then, the automated recording in the background repeating words that made his blood run cold.

Goodbye Nikki.

“Kate!”

The building that was her home – the building she was currently inside of - burst into flames. The explosion sent him stumbling backwards, leaving him with no choice but to look on in horror, to feel his heart shatter, pieces of it plummeting into the depths of his stomach, as he imagined her trapped in the inferno.

He could hear the sounds of sirens and screams as he raced in the opposite direction of retreating civilians, his focus narrowed on getting into that building, getting to Kate. People – fellow tenants on the lower levels, he assumed – were rushing out while he slipped inside, costing him extra time, extra effort to get past them. But the stampede made him thankful he wasn’t forced to waste any time figuring out how to enter without the lobby key he had stupidly forgotten to grab earlier. 

He knew the way up to her apartment by heart, having turned the place into a second home throughout the past months, but dodging the flames and falling debris on the way to her door caused his typical trek to take twice as long. His chest was aching, lungs straining under the extra exertion and sharp inhales of smoke, as he reached the third floor and hurried through the devastated hallway. Flames licked along the walls, dark clouds of grey overtaking the air, turning the path to her front door that he had stumbled down with her so many times in the past practically unrecognizable. 

“Kate!” he yelled once he reached her door, unthinkingly closing his hand over the knob and jerking back when the metal seared his skin. He cursed, cradling his scorned palm to his chest. “Kate? Are you in there?”

No answer. 

He threw his shoulder into the door, once, twice, until it finally gave and he fell to the ground with it.

Castle hissed at the heat eager to embrace him and jumped up, that familiar sensation of dread returning as he assessed the mutiny of flames engulfing her home. Every room seemed to be its own fiery hell, but he would check every separate inferno until he found her.

“Kate?” he called again, carefully stepping over a fallen beam and maneuvering his way towards what was left of her bedroom. His hope was dwindling as he shouted her name and continued to receive no response, but drawing deeper into the back of the apartment, towards her bathroom, he swore he heard something, muffled but distinct.

“Kate?”

Coughing, he could hear her coughing. 

Rushing into the bathroom, he caught his first glimpse of her, her long, soot-stained fingers rising to curl around the edge of her cast iron tub. He was struck with a corny metaphor about a phoenix rising from the ashes as he witnessed her slowly heave herself upwards, what he could see of her body trembling with every breath.

Castle jerked forward, automatically reaching for what appeared to be the bathroom door from the top of the tub.

“You’re alive,” he breathed as he heaved the door off of her, the relief and the smoke causing him to choke the words out. “Oh, and you’re naked.”

“Castle, turn around,” she demanded and he reflexively did as he was told, but – wait.

“Why am I turning around? I already know what you look like,” he huffed, spinning in place and leaning over to help her up. She was shaky, clinging to his forearms as he eased her into a standing position. She must have managed to dive into the tub just in time, but she had sustained some injuries in the process.

“Here,” he murmured, shrugging off his coat and draping it over her ash covered body.

She had only just slipped her arms through, not even buttoned the garment yet, when she locked her arms around his shoulders. He staggered backwards out of surprise, but held her back, burying his fingers in her dirty hair.

“What - what the hell are you doing?” she rasped, hugging him tightly and pressing her face into his neck. “What the hell are you doing charging into burning buildings?” she added on a growl, brushing a kiss to his jaw before pulling away.

“As if I’m going to let some fireman rush in and save my naked girlfriend,” he scoffed, buttoning the coat, making sure it was secure around her, and scooping her into his arms bridal style.

“Put me down,” she protested. “I can walk, just a little banged up.”

“You don’t even have shoes,” he muttered, maneuvering them both through the maze of fire and debris, broken glass crunching beneath his feet. The room was growing hotter, stifling, and he could feel the beads of sweat slicking down his back, could hear the sirens just outside her building now.

“Are you in any pain?” he asked, darting to the side when the fire lining their path roared and threatened to lick at his shoulder.

“Well, not nearly as much as you,” she huffed, what he was sure was a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth even though he couldn’t spare the chance to see it. “It’s killing you, isn’t it?”

“What?” he replied, pulling her body in tighter against his.

They were just a few steps from the door, from their only exit.

“Having to wait this long to tell me how you banged down the door,” she smirked, playfully squeezing his shoulder.

He grinned, stained a kiss to her temple as they made it through what was left of her front doorway.  “Any chance I get to play hero, Beckett.”

-

Castle was sitting with her in the ambulance, hovering as the paramedic wrapped her sprained wrist, when Shaw came striding up to her. He watched silently, for once, as Kate and the FBI agent went back and forth, Beckett arguing for her case while Shaw tried to kick her off. 

Montgomery was there seconds later, informing Beckett the fire department had given the all clear for her to come up and take a look at what was left of her apartment.

Castle was on her heels, keeping pace even as she purposely moved too quick, too closed off for a tagalong.

In the rubble of her apartment, he gave her space, knowing she could fall apart if he stayed too close. He had learned in little time that Kate would hold her breath, school her features, and bury her emotions until the time was right. Until she felt safe enough to let out everything that she forced herself to repress.

That time usually came when they were in bed, shielded from the rest of the world and alone together.

“Hey.” She glanced to him with hopeful eyes when he returned to her after a sweep of the place. Relief overcame her features as he held up her mother’s necklace.

“Thank you,” she whispered, brushing her fingers against his when he handed her the treasured jewelry. “Has anyone seen my father’s watch?”

Castle had found the watch in her bedroom, cracked and damaged. He would return it to her; he would just have it fixed first.

They spent the next few hours canvassing Conrad’s place, discovering their killer’s hideaway, picking apart his MO, feeling the pressure build as he phoned Beckett to allow them to hear the screams of his next victim.

“All because I lived,” she had said at the crime scene with Castle and Shaw beside her. Rick had to clench his fist and square his jaw to keep from reaching for her in front of the federal agents.

At the precinct, her voice began to crack and her eyes threatened to mist, and Montgomery told her to go home. His gaze flitting from Castle then back to her once more, he told her to go home.

She didn’t argue.

“I should check into a hotel,” she murmured in the elevator. “Alexis, Martha, you - I can’t put you at risk. I can’t-”

“Kate.” He knew the doors would slide open in a moment and that they’d sworn off public displays of affection in the precinct, but he cupped her face and held her tired eyes with resolution. “You’re coming home with me.”

“Rick-”

“I love you.” It was enough to have her mouth closing, lips pursing. “I love you and I almost lost you tonight. You’re not going anywhere without me. So let’s just go home.”

Her eyes glittered with the remnants of an argument, but the fight drained from her shoulders, her spine, and she sunk forward into him for those final few seconds in the elevator. Her forehead to his cheek, her lips at his jaw, her shaking breath against his skin. 

She nodded in surrender. “Take me home.”

-

Alexis bombarded them both when they stepped through the door, ramming into her father’s chest while simultaneously wrapping an arm around Kate’s waist, pulling them into an awkward but comforting group hug.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Alexis breathed, bright blue eyes wide and flickering between Kate and Rick.

When they had become serious, when he had realized how helplessly in love with Kate Beckett he really was, Castle had naturally begun to fear the potential effects the relationship could have on his daughter. Alexis had always liked the detective, always looked up to her, and Castle had secretly harbored hopes of giving the two a chance to build a bond that his daughter had never been able to form with any other women from his past, including her own mother. But he had feared the worst; he always did when it came to his baby bird. 

Dread had turned to pleasant surprise, though, when Alexis had warmed to Kate almost effortlessly, hanging on every word the detective said for weeks. They were close now after only a year of knowing one another, after the handful of months of having Kate in his home. He didn’t know how she did it, but she’d built a bond with Alexis, gaining the trust of his overly cautious daughter in nearly no time at all, enough so to have her looking as shattered as he felt after nearly losing the woman beside him.

He unwound his arm from Alexis’ shoulders, allowed her the opportunity to fully embrace his partner.

“Oh darlings, we were so worried,” Martha sighed, pressing a kiss to her son’s cheek and smoothing a hand over Kate’s distressed hair. “And we’re so relieved you’re both home safe and sound. You must be exhausted.” 

“To put it lightly,” Castle mumbled, scrubbing a hand down his jaw. 

His mother gently extricated Alexis from Beckett, who squeezed his daughter’s shoulders in reassurance and mustered a smile for her.

“It’s late. Why don’t you two go get cleaned up and we’ll heat up the leftovers from dinner,” Martha suggested, her gaze lingering on him, shifting to Kate with the same level of concern. 

Kate nodded, that halfhearted smile still doing its best to cling to her lips. But her eyes were glazing over, the smile falling apart at the seams. “Thanks, Martha.”

“Yeah,” Castle murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, Mother.”

-

They showered together. He scrubbed the stains of ash and soot from her porcelain skin, delicately washed the blood from her forehead, and kissed the bruises already in bloom.

His mother and daughter had retreated to bed, leaving the first floor of the loft quiet and empty, leftovers from a takeout dinner warming in the oven and a small plate of fruit and crackers waiting on the table. He snagged a box of Chinese food for himself, but Kate shook her head at the idea of food.

She swore she wasn’t hungry, but he hadn’t seen her eat since the short-lived breakfast they had shared at her place the morning before. He couldn’t blame her, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stomach more than a few small bites of his own dinner.

He pushed the plate of fruit in her direction and watched with relief as she nibbled on an apple slice.

“I’m sorry, about all of this,” he said while they sat together in the dining room.

Her brow crinkled and she frowned at him. “Sorry?”

“I know this isn’t technically my fault, that this guy would have gone on killing because he wouldn’t have met anyone smart enough to catch him, not without Nikki Heat, but I feel some responsibility knowing-”

“Castle,” she sighed, abandoning her fruit, much to his dismay, and coming around the table to stand at his side. “You hold no responsibility, not for this.” She used his shoulder for purchase and slid onto his lap, placed her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his forehead.

The knot in his chest loosened under her touch, lashes fluttering at the brush of her kiss along his eyebrow. 

“I just want you to be safe,” he whispered, splaying his palms wide at her back and gently pressing her chest to his.

Kate looped her arms around his neck, dug her fingers into his hair and scratched lightly at his scalp.

“I am safe,” she murmured, sitting back on his thighs with a tired quirk of her lips but a bright flicker of gold in her eyes. “Tomorrow, we’ll head back to the precinct, catch this son of a bitch, and put an end to his game. But, for tonight, we’re safe. For now, this…” Her fingers bridged at the back of his neck and they both sighed in synchrony when her forehead fell to rest against his. “This is where I feel safe, Castle.”