#screaming crying throwing up everytime i think about this scene

[czer-ny]

“'Goodbye,' Noah said. 'Don't throw it away.'

He quietly slid from time.”

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

tsc thoughts while reading (beware of spoilers) starting with -

david wymack my fucking beloved

also i never rlly liked/cared for thea but her scene with jean and her nickname for him was cute

chapter 3 thoughts:

jeremy being in awe of neil and the foxes is giving me life

fanfics with alvarez in them gonna go crazy now that we actually have a first name for her (and don’t have to invent one)

oh they rich rich (in reference to jeremy’s family butler?!)

jerejean first interaction!!!!

chapter 4:

omg sunshine court mentioned

having the sudden realisation that i can never read fanfics that have jean’s perspective or anything about the how the ravens work, raven!neil/aftermath of the kings men in the same way again

my neighbours are having a party and while i’m loving the music and absolutely jealous i’m not there, it’s really distracting me from reading

ngl i rlly miss neil and andrew and the foxes please let me see my family soon

‘ what you hold onto is less important than the act of holding on itself’ nora sakavic shut the fuck up you philosophical genius i’m gonna cry this is so real to me

renee i love u

WIT WTF JEAN IS NINETEEN I DIDNT KNOW THAT OH MY GOD BABY HE JOINED THE RAVEN LINEUP AT SIXTEEN WTF

i’m drinking red wine while reading and i think that’s appropriate… also i’m listening to that jean moreau playlist someone made and it’s mega depressing https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5zlPt63Ap0AjJQ1Ff5OKrd?si=75oEzLE8SO-bfJwewM8Evw&pi=a-ge04jIlVTJGY

this is so funny to only me but i’ve been hyperfixating on one direction again and zayn just dropped new music so everytime i read about jean’s raven roomate zane i think of one direction and confused myself a bit about what fandom i’m reading rn

fuck riko u sick fucking fuck u put jean into a box with a singular hole for air and left him to die u fucking cunt

KEVIN ASKING JEAN TO PROMISE NOT TO KILL HIMSELF AFTER NORA WROTE COUNTLESS DRAFTS IN WHICH JEAN KILLED HIMSELF WHILE ON THE PHONE TO KEVIN AND THE ONLY TIME SHE DIDNT KILL JEAN OFF IS THE VERSION SHE PUBLISHED AND THE REASON WE GET TO HEAR HIS STORY TODAY IM SO BROKEN

jean’s ‘gift’ from the ravens with his broken magnets, blacked out postcards and angry letters is making me cry he deserves so much better

slowly realising that this book is gonna be super triggering lol whoops

a cool evening breeze 🥲

THAT CREEPY LITTLE GOALKEEPER IS MY FAVOURITE GUY OK

‘kevin saw nothingn but the court, but jean had stopped hoping for more than that years ago’ shut the fuckkkk uppppp i cant do this anymore kevin/jean relationship is so deeply important to me (i say this about everything)

chapter 5:

SECOND NEIL/ JEAN INTERACTION OF THE BOOK IM SO FUCKING EXCITED

‘of course it’d be you, you tedious malcontent’ ‘good morning to you too’ is so ‘morning sunshine’ ‘fuck you’ coded (neil and matt bromance confirmed)

the amount of mitski on this jean playlist is making me sick

FUCKING SCREAMING OMFG THIS IS THE JEAN/NEIL CONTENT I YEARN FOR

‘abominable cockroach’ aww jean u say the sweetest things 🥰❤️ neil loves u too babe

literally devouring every last scrap of information jean feeds us about neil - his slow, hungry, hateful smile and the madness in his eyes (neil baby i love u never change)

oh jean don’t diss aaron, do u know how many fanfics have been written about u two

tsc is confirmation that jean moreau will come into ur house and judge u based on the contents of ur fridge (and then throw out ur stash of lollies)

‘to have a real match as a palate cleanser’ jean is really trying to win my favour by borrowing neil’s sassiness huh (no wonder i love them so much together) ((and yes i know he’s BEEN sassy ok))

jean reaching for the tv screen as if he could save neil and describing andrew running for neil as if hell was on his heels is making me absolutely giddy idk whether to scream or cry i’m doing both and i’m giggling

I bet on losing dogs is so jean moreau coded omg

holy fuck nora, the moments after the raven/fox match when riko tries to kill neil is fucking amazingly written. reading from jean’s perspective as he watches the game on tv, the tension, the breathless anxiety and confusion of the scene is palpable i coukd fucking taste it, my chest is tight just reading it

JEAN SAYING ANDREW WILL BE COURT IS IMMACULATE

[phantomato]

everytime i read your works I'm crying screaming throwing up from the emotions and grief and angst and NOTTMORT ARE SO SO IN LOVE

like, sorry it's not an intelligent ask, but I just had to tell you. because i feel like it would get very redundant to post this on every chapter of every work of yours.

This is truly lovely to hear! I agree; Nottmort are so so in love.

Thank you, as well, for calling out the angst and grief! I know these are a bit understated, but grief is the emotion that defines the ship for me—they are nearly always grieving, about what could have been, about what is actually happening, about the choices they and each other have made. Each fic is a different way of finding love in a state of grief, of loving alongside grief. There’s something incredibly compelling to me about achieving quiet stability and contentment after all of that.

For what it’s worth, I am always happy to see joyful comments on my works, no matter their redundancy. ❤️ Please don’t be worried about that! And if I’ve got a behind-the-scenes tidbit to share in response, I will.

There’s always more Nottmort on the books, though the holiday season has slowed my writing. I am thinking a second chapter to Sense of Self might be next; we will see.

[sketchguk]

okay so this scene is when mc is with taehyung still . There's a party at bts' house and taehyung sends mc to get beers fir hum and his friends because they ran out . Mc goes downstairs and jungkook is in the kitchen. He tells her they ran out of beer haha but then he makes random conversation and taehyung comes down saying " what's taking you so long" MC finds his tone annoying but jungkook responds before her and tells taehyung that he should come by himself then 😭 Mc says the same thing and taehyung would say that mc was the one that "wanted some air" and if she keeps wanting that then maybe she shouldn't come to parties?! So mc gets annoyed and says she's leaving lol. And jungkook will be like " are you not walking her home???" But taehyung will be like " it's just a 10 minute walk" and go back to the party lol. And mc will say she'll hang out with her friends for a while and then leave. But she leaves almost immediately because she's upset lol. When Jungkook can't find her anywhere, he'll run to catch up with her and he'll tell her that she shouldn't walk alone at night . Mc would be so surprised that he came for her and she'll be a little less upset 😭 1/2

2/2 I know I told you something about their first kiss after they start hanging out , but I think I found a sweeter idea! So one day jungkook is walking her hohe as usual and a drunk frat dude starts talking shit ! So mc punches him 😭😭 the frat guy gets mad and takes hold of MCs blouse and it rips a little. Junglook who was very calm and trying to diffuse the situation, gets soo mad when he hears the little rip that he'll throw a punch too and leave the guy with a blue eye 😤 but he'll get punched too just a little They get to mcs home and she'll be pressing cold pack to his face and he'll be saying things like " I shouldn't have been quiet in the beginning 😞" and he'll see her blouse and be like " such a pretty blouse too. I'll get you another one" and then he'll fix her necklace too and mc will be like " are you going to get me a new necklace too?" And he'll say " I'll get you anything you want" and then they kiss 😔💘😔💘 Mc has never been kissed before like jungkook kisses her. She thinks about it sooooooooo many days later too and she keeps wondering if she should be brave and take a leap of faith with him! Sorry I know these canons don't really seem interesting but I just wanted to share 😭😭 also in my mind, this mc is the same as ravenclaw mc. Just a different universe. Ravenclaw mc is my favorite fictional gf everrrrrrr. So everytime I think of a fic, she's who I picture 🥹🥹

Why is Taehyung so cruel?? 😭😭 A lady should never get her own drink, let alone drinks for a guy and his friends 😠 Jungkook defending mc as he SHOULD! My jaw actually dropped at Taehyung's response. She should have thrown a drink at him LOL, that's an appropriate reaction. But maybe she's more classy than me. Why does Taehyung just get worse and worse 💔 he deserves 0 rights. Once again, Jungkook best boy <3

omg as for the first kiss, I can't believe mc PUNCHES A GUY !!!! That's the violence I wanna see :') jk jk. Jungkook being mad is soo hot <3 The only person who should be allowed to rip her clothes (with consent) is Jungkook himself !! I can imagine sweet ole soccer player Jungkook pressing a bag of frozen peas to his face aha

I'm giggling like a school girl with a crush for the very first time. Jungkook telling her he'd get her anything he wants !!!!!!! S tier trope !!!!!

Does Jungkook or mc end up confessing first?? What's Jungkook even waiting for?? He needs to go get his girl !

I love your head canons !!! This au keeps me going :') And what do you mean ravenclaw mc is your favorite fictional gf !!! *head in hands* screaming crying throwing up :-(( Thank yew so so much for loving her 💘 I can't believe the mc I've fleshed out the most is one who lives in the drafts 😭

[yall-im-dead]

Have the scene I’m working on

Me and my husband battle alongside each other, mostly Patrick is doing the fighting. I generally hate fighting but I’ll do anything against him and this battle is against a stupid group of teens.

The teens aren’t truly stupid but Patrick says they are and I hate arguing with my husband…

Honestly the grouping of children is rather smart but it’s not to be to say.

I need to focus on fighting these children. Me and Patrick land solid hits on them. It’s the two of us to 6 of them but we are immortal gods and they are just a bunch of children. We have to win this.

FUCK.

I wasn’t paying enough attention and one of the kids, Stacy, managed to stick her dagger through my shoulder and drag it down as I try to shake her off.

My shoulder burns and Patrick looks over at me with extreme concern in his eyes as he grabs me and runs off with me.

Despite his love of battle the second I’m in danger he wants to get me out of it. He managed to get away unscathed but I lay in his arms bleeding heavily from my arm injury.

He got us to the top of a high up tree. They can’t attack us from here. We’re safe for now.

He tries to move ny injured arm but I end up crying out in pain loudly before I can stop myself.

Patrick gentle holds me while I curl into him trying my best to keep the arm straight. Gods this hurts so bad.

“Reginald. You’re going to be okay. You need to let me get the dagger out. It’s lodged deeply into your arm though.”

“Al…alright”

I tremble as I say this and hold onto him with my good arm for support as he struggles to get the dagger out of my arm.

Before I can stop myself I scream out in pain and when he’s done he lets the dagger falls to the ground as he holds me up and tight to his chest as he wipes the tears off my cheeks.

“Babe…thanks…”

“Darling~ you need to be more careful so I don’t have to go rescuing you like the damsel in distress you are.”

Patty rips off a large piece of fabric from his lovely blue suit to wrap around my wound. He helps me sit up as I wince in pain.

He teleports us to our sweet little cabin home in the woods.

When we teleport home we end up right outside the house. It’s a small wood cabin with a garden I planted out front. The roof is wood planks painted white. Looking outside though there’s a car parked that we don’t own.

My first mistake is not thinking anything of it.

On the way inside I end up getting carried in by my husband who is slightly overprotective (not that I’m complaining.) My entire left arm gets a shot of pain everytime his walking happens to adjust it.

Inside the house to greet us however is the group of teens from earlier. Upon seeing Stacy, Patrick throws a rattlesnake directly at her, clearly still pissed at what she did to me.

Her older brother Alistair manages to grab the snake and choke it before it hurts him or his sister though.

Someone, I think Patrick’s son Richard lunges at him and knocks me out of my husbands arms. I hit the floor with my bad shoulder with a loud thud.

I scream in pain which draws more people to me.

I’m not a fighter.

I let Patrick due the fighting.

The squad knows though that I happen to be the only person Patrick loves and cares about so hurting me hurts him.

In our relationship he’s always been the main talker and I, the thinker.

At this moment I can’t think as I see someone grab Patrick and tie his hands together with some dumb angelic rope so he can’t break it.

Catherine grabs a hammer out of her and her friends backpack of stuff for whatever they plan on doing to us. She grabs me and starts crushing the bones in my left arm one by one as I scream out unable to stop myself. The squad forcing Patrick to watch.

My thoughts are barely connected. All I can think about is the intense pain as I start to black out.

Stacy comes over to me and pours a bucket of ice water over my head to keep me awake.

Catherine keeps going until she’s crushed the entire hand and started working up the full arm, I feel my vision going fuzzy as I scream time and time again. Even that feels distant as I drift off into a state of unconsciousness. The last thing I see before going under is Catherine’s face. Laughing in my clear pain.

In my dream I feel on repeat my brother,breaking my wings and cutting off my head before kicking me out of heaven.

After feels like an eternity of this dream I groggily wake up. Tears covering my face, Patrick covered in his godly black blood, his red snake eyes slowly coming into focus as he holds me tight.

“Reggie! You’re…you’re awake! You’re alive…”

I have no feeling in my left arm and upon trying to move it I cry out in pain again.

“Shh darling. You’ll b okay probably. But don’t move your arm alright? I was able to get us to the basement and grab some of your med supplies where I bandaged up your arm like you taught me while you were unconscious.”

I reach up to his face with my good arm and brush his beautiful black hair out of his face but pull my hand out to confirm he’s bleeding his dee black godly blood.

“Patty…darling…you’re bleeding…”

“Yeah yeah. But I’m fine. You’re who I’m worried about.”

“How…how long was I out?”

“Only 24 hours but it was the most stressful 24 hours of my life.”

He begins crying,”I thought I would loose you..”

I prop myself higher up in his lap using my good arm and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, “you’ll never lose me darling for I’m right here. Always and forever.”

Then the door breaks down.

[amtopmthoughts]

It's been nearly 5 months and I've barely cried. I felt strangely okay in the beginning. But I always thought the true hurt would come later, when reality sank in. It had been like that in other times. I'd be happy in the beginning until reality hit and I'd start to miss what I once had. And I thought this time would be the same so I waited, but I should have known this time was not like any of the other times. I didn't even believe myself. But something in me switched and I thank god everyday that it did.

I waited for the "real hurt", what I understood as hurting when something ends - the screaming, the pining, the wallowing, the endless hours of crying and sobbing, the despair, the sleepless nights, the not being able to eat, the anxiety and panic, the feeling when you miss someone so much you just want to give up being strong and crash into their familiar, toxic and comfortable arms. But it never came. Until I realized it had come, just not in the same way it had before, not in the way I was used to. I realized I was hurt. I had been hurt for a long time, even when we were still together and I think that's part of why it didn't hurt like I thought it would, because I started grieving our relationship whilst we still were in one. I was sad, I was heartbroken, I missed him. A lot. I still loved him. A lot. But I wasn’t screaming, I wasn’t pining, I wasn’t walloing, I wasn’t crying or sobbing, I wasn’t desperate, I wasn’t losing sleep, I wasn’t not eating, I wasn't anxious or panicking. Instead I felt an extreme sense of calmness and normality. I felt at ease with the tranquility that only those who've done everything they could before accepting defeat can feel. I've done everything I could do and more. I left knowing there was absolutely nothing else I could do. If no one else does, God knows I tried.

Don't get me wrong. It did cross my mind to simply give up being strong and healthy and stable and just throw my arms up in the air and let him in again just so I could have all of that, all of him and his familiar embrace, again. I wanted to do that many times. I craved the intimacy. I craved the little things like lying on the couch watching all the Harry Potter movies together for the fifth time and still making the same exact observations in the same exact scenes and saying “You always say that in this part” everytime. Sleeping together, showering together. It’s the little details of shared intimacy that remain. The language you create together that no one else will understand besides you. The little things you know about each other that no one else knows, like the little rituals, expressions, habits and characteristics.

I still think about him everyday, all the time, randomly and intentionally. I still insert facts about him in random conversations like "he really liked that" or "he used to do that all the time". I still feel the need to tell strangers about him. I still see him everywhere and in everything. I still smirk when I hear his favourite team won or that his favourite player scored. I still smile when I know a movie he would love will come out in the theatres. My phone still assumes his name whenever I write the word "he". I still feel weird whenever I pass by close to his work and I still feel the urge to pass right by it even though I probably won’t even see him and that, even if I would, it wouldn’t be a good thing for me if I did. He still lives in me and in a way I still feel like I belong to him. I still imagine a world in which everything would be different. I still imagine and long for a world in which none of what happened actually happened and where he's still the same sweet boy who loved me more than anything in the world, the boy who could never hurt me. I also imagine a world where he would be able to regain my trust, where he'd actually be able to change, where he'd fight for me, acknowledge and validate my feelings, where we would be able to repair every damage and restore all happiness. I imagine a world where all inocence wasn't lost, where I didn't feel violated and corrupted and not the least bit bitter and jaded. I imagine a world where this life altering thing that brought me profound hurt and great insecurity didn't happen. I imagine a life where I didn't mistrust every situation and every person, most of all, myself. I imagine a life where I wouldn't feel extreme paranoia. I imagine a life where I wouldn't feel this deep sense of rejection and abandonment. I imagine a life in which I didn't feel this lonely, scared and scarred. I imagine a world where I could be happy, with him. But that's not the world I live in. That's not my story. My story is this and as much painful as it is revolting I have to learn to accept It for how it was and how it is. That's the hardest part. Acceptance. 

even my body knows it's not worth it.

[lovecanyon]

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papermagazine Harry Styles was seen in a now deleted video, being very intimate with Y/N L/N, his former band mate at a New Years Eve party thrown by his childhood friend Jonny.

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harryfan8 LITERALLY GOING INSANE

ynfan10 I LOVE THEM

harryfan5 no but harry and y/n are so cute together…

ynfan7 jonny is causing everyone’s downfall 😭

harryfan11 i am screaming over the video

ynfan13 ‘in a now deleted video’ the way it’s trending all over twitter…

harryfan15 crying and throwing up

ynfan12 please give them privacy, they didn’t even approve of the video releasing

harryfan14 i’ve been waiting for this one turn it up!

A video of Harry Styles and Y/N L/N together at a New Years Eve party started to circulate last night. The person that posted it onto social media was one of Styles' childhood friend’s. The intimate scene on social media caused fans to talk, though just a few minutes after the video was posted onto Jonny Harvey’s Instagram Stories, it was quickly deleted.

Even though it was taken off Instagram, many people had already seen the video of the former bandmates being quite close. The ten second clip had been shared across many platforms, especially Twitter leaving them trending on the bird app and fans speculating if they had a relationship or not.

There had been past rumors of the two dating but now them being seen together sort of confirmed whatever they were. Both Styles and L/N also refused to give us a statement which left us pondering over their romance.

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ynupdates Y/N IN LONDON LAST NIGHT WITH FRIENDS!

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harryfan17 the way we haven’t seen her in like two weeks omg

ynfan19 I MISSED HER

harryfan21 the video is still in my mind 😭

ynfan23 #slayed

harryfan25 i can’t believe her and harry are still trending on twitter

ynfan20 the power they have 🤭

harryfan22 i don’t know if i want her or harry

ynfan24 y/n always looks so good 🙏

harryfan26 MY ICON

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yourinstagram i’m a red wine type of gal, specifically pavilion rouge

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harrystyles Harry’s House. Out now.

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harryfan27 ALBUM OF THE FUCKING YEAR

ynfan30 i’m not breathing

yourinstagram i am so proud of you h, you’re so talented!

harrystyles Thank you very much darling. Couldn’t have made the album without you.

harryfan32 SHUT UP 😭

ynfan35 i will never stop talking about them

mitchrowland mr. rockstar

harryfan34 y/n commenting makes me scream

kidharpoon feeling like a proud parent

ynfan33 CUT THE CAMERAS

gemmastyles love the album already!!

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jonnyharvey93 “Back at Jonny’s place, it’s not the same anymore”

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harryfan37 WHAT IS HAPPENING

ynfan39 the love of my life lyrics 😭

harrystyles My beautiful girl.

harryfan42 stop shoving it in my face harry

ynfan40 HE CALLED Y/N HIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL, SOMEONE RUN ME OVER PLEASE

pillowpersonpp the prettiest 💓

harryfan45 everytime i listen to love of my life or grapejuice i think of y/n 🥲

jefezoff harry’s muse!

ynfan43 jeffrey stop this madness

annetwist my future daughter in law 🥰

harryfan47 tears are rolling down my face

harry_lambert everything about y/n is just perfection

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ynharryupdates Rumour has it, Grapejuice is about Y/N!

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ynfan56 MY Y/NRRY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS

harryfan52 more like the whole album is about y/n

ynfan54 first jonny’s place and now this 😭

harryfan57 proud to say i’ve been shipping them since their one direction days

ynfan59 SAME OMG

harryfan55 i just want what they have

ynfan58 you can’t just drop this information on me like this

harryfan60 god has his favorites

ynfan63 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

harryfan65 harry knows what he’s doing

ynfan61 he remembers y/n’s favorite wine, sobbing 🥹

harryfan68 well we all expected harry and y/n to get together sometime

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yndaily Y/N AT HARRY’S SHOW TONIGHT IN LONDON! via gemmastyles

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ynfan66 YES YES YES

harryfan69 we love a supportive gf 🥰

ynfan71 i hope she goes to every show of his honestly

harryfan73 i’m so jealous of y/n 😭

ynfan75 the fur coat!!!!

harryfan72 crying over gemma posting y/n on her instagram

ynfan74 i love when y/n interacts with harry’s family

harryfan76 she keeps on winning and winning

ynfan78 harry kept on staring at her when he was performing 🤭

harryfan80 this is it.

ynfan77 Y/N SLAYED

harryfan79 she really said harry is my man and my man only

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yourinstagram from the very first moment i met you, i knew you were going to become something remarkable. and here you are selling out shows left and right. i seriously am so proud of you, i love you harry.

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billieeilish YOU AND HARRY ARE MY PARENTS

harrystyles Darling I couldn’t have done this all without you, I love you very much.

yourinstagram i’m so in love with you

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harrystyles I will block you Jeffrey.

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Rottmnt Headcanons!! (2)

Leo listens to girl in red because April once forced him to and he fell in love with all the songs. When hanging out, they put girl in red in the background.

Raph has a lot of plushies from his childhood. He doesn't play with them anymore, but they're still they're and he would never give them up (haha just like me fr!!)

There was this one time where the turtles wanted pizza and instead of just ordering like any normal person they crashed a stranger's kitchen and stole every pizza related thing. It's still an unsolved crime.

Donnie always had problem with touching, but it got a lot worse after the movie. Now he doesn't let anyone hug him, slap him or anything. Especially on his shell. He feels bad for flinching when people try to hug him. The others tell him that they don't mind and they get it. He's really grateful for that.

When they were younger, Splinter got these really depressing episodes where he couldn't even get out of bed. Raph was the one to take care of them when this happened. The worst ones could last weeks.

Splinter didn't want to get attached to the turtles, so he tried to be as distant as possible whole still being a good caretaker. Also, he gave them as much freedom as possible because of how he didn't have any growing up, but since he never wanted to be with his grandfather he didn't think they would want to be with him. Which is why he was so surprised when four little children came into his room crying because he wouldn't play with them.

After explaining the whole future thing to Casey, she ran into the Lair, deciding to test her son. He passed immediately.

The twins have their own version of the Lair Games which they play everyday to decide who's the oldest. It can change from rock papper scissors to a fight to the death (Raph always stops them before they actually do anything).

The boys chose their own names. Splinter was reading them a book, and Donnie mentioned the fact that they don't have actual names, just weird color nicknames. So, Splinter tells them to find a name they like and make it their own. They decided to go by the names they have now because they wanted to match.

They all love Brooklyn 99 because I love Brooklyn 99.

Everytime they talk about “the family”, they include April, because she's their sister.

There was this one time where April didn't have anyone to go to the school dance with so Leo joined the school a few months before and went with her using Sunita's cloaking brooch (he had to fight Donnie because he also wanted to go to school).

Mikey tried to give Big Mama a redemption arc like he did with Draxum, but he didn't manage to fully do it so they now visit eachother once a week while still fighting whenever they're on duty.

The Krang is basically the only thing Leo won't joke about. They found out when Donnie said that “the last fun thing I did was two months ago and it was becoming a fucking Krang spaceship” and Leo stared at him for the next ten minutes.

Whenever Mikey or Leo go quiet, Raph is alone and Donnie is handling dangerous weapons without adult supervision it's because something is going down.

April is the only one who has a normal sleep schedule because her mom won't let her stay awake too late.

Mayhem thinks the family is stupid, but he loves them anyway. Sometimes.

Raph screamed when Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago kissed and everyone else worried.

Leo and Raph are basically the scene where Jake says “if I run at Terry he'll most likely catch me in his arms”. Raph would catch anyone else, but it's only Leo the one who throws himself at him.

April goes to the Lair almost everyday and complains about school with any of the boys. They always listen to her rants.

Leo figured out that he had adhd when April told him that she thought he had it. He never got the chance to get an actual diagnosis so he felt like he wasn't even if the sings were all there and he could see them.

Sunita found everyone a therapist at the Hidden City. Her name's Charlie and they all like her.

Donnie likes to threaten people he doesn't like. He also threatens Leo, but he doesn't actually mean them.

Because of being in contact with eachother when they were mutated, the turtles have traits of the other's species. That's why Donnie can go into his shell, why he has purple marks, why Raph's isn't as spiny as he should be, why their colors are different from the original species, etc.

Red eared sliders comunicate with vibrations, so Leo does this really low vibration thing when he feels happy, pleased or just when he's in a good mood that April calls purring no matter how much he complains about it.

[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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Notes while watching episode 2:

Tldr, this season is still pretty fun. Of course they’re introducing more of the mysteries, so the tone (and my screen) has gone darker. I’m really sick of the plot centering around Nancy and Jonathan just not being able to talk to each other. We’ve had it since the beginning I’m DONE. Stop introducing side characters when you don’t have any idea what to do with your main ones. I’m hoping we get more of Lucas this season, he barely had like two minutes of screen time (which is a trend from last season) and also no one cared about billy. But of course, we knew that.

Anyway here is the long version of my notes:

The way I GASPED when Powell and Callahan stepped out of the police cruisers and Powell is the chief now I screamed bitch. My favorite minor characters are HERE.

I have Jonathan’s haircut right now rip

Everytime I am forced to watch children kiss each other I feel my soul slip away. (Although the flower thing was lowkey cute)

Mike not hugging Will is pure homophobia I’m gonna throw up.

“I heard a lot about your sister” unfortunately, we all have.

Glad to see that Murray is still dialed to 1000 forever.

They are really trying to make Jonathan look like an extra in Almost Famous and it’s just. Not working.

They really are out here shoving Steve into youth xs size polos and bitch I’m HERE for it.

“Alone we totally suck” Steve and robin platonic soulmates 4ever

Bennys burgers is now the teenage rage place obsessed with that.

“The devil lives here in Hawkins” yeah and the devil’s name is Nancy’s wardrobe

Claudia Henderson my beloved.

The way Dustin is defending Eddie and saying he knows that he’s too good a person to hurt Chrissy, and Max saying how scared Eddie looked and putting together the Upside Down pieces just breaks my fucking heart. No one cared about billy no one cared about billy.

People need to start fucking believing Joyce. She’s been right about everything for four seasons now stop staying no to her.

I am very similar to Joyce in that I am in love with Jim Hopper.

I am DEEPLY claustrophobic that torture scene was A Lot.

Wills deep man voice is freaking me out he’s a grown human now I’m gonna barf he was such a squishy baby in season 1.

Obsessed that Will is lowkey good at roller skating. He’s such a fruit.

Someone called Mike a twig and I thought he said TWINK.

Jason the WASP can eat my shorts PLEASE don’t tell me he becomes part of the main group I hate his dumb face. I only have room in my heart for one stupid prep and that spot is FILLED by STEVEN HARRINGTON

Nancy and Jonathan actually talk to each other and communicate challenge. “Slow motion breakup with Nancy?” VIBES

I don’t understand why Angela keeps calling El a snitch? When the teacher asked if something was going on El said there wasn’t, but the teacher saw through it. Like, she tried to cover for you, sorry that your bullying isn’t subtle.

When I heard that psycho killer baseline I genuinely had to pause the show to calm myself down that song is SO FUCKING GOOD

Jason the prep is just Hawkins’s version of Archie Andrews I’m gonna cry with this vigilante shit.

“See ya later. Alligator.” Steve Harrington my BELOVED. When he said that he looked so dead inside <3

I think Lucas has said about eight words this season and I’m Tired. He was barely in season 3 and only existed as a punch line for the joke of being constantly broken up with by Max. They’ve added a hundred new characters and have totally cast him aside which is ALSO on trend. Doesn’t mean I fucking like it though.

Reefer Rick is just Steve.

Okay when Steve was talking about attending to all the customers equally……. Not just babes…….. bisexuality……..

(Also some random punk walked in behind him and punk kid is my new kilt guy)

For some lovely lovely angst I am now headcanoning a scene where vecna gets in Steve’s head and uses Barb’s death and funeral against him like the reporter kid. I think that seeing Steve go through that guilt would be delicious.

Mike calling out Will for being a douche when really he’s just gay and Over It. “Why am I the bad guy” Mike you’ve been a dick for four seasons. Maybe look internally.

El just claw this bitch’s eyes out already. YES SKATE TO THE FACE GO GIRL.

Dustin is so annoying fr he’s the best. “Is that foot?” “No that’s just a shoe.” Steve and Dustin #DreamTeam

Movies and tv stop being too dark for me to see what’s happening challenge.

The little trumpet noises Robin makes SHES SO CUTE.

“Yeah yeah, on Dustin’s mother” this is some fucking Claudia slander and I will not stand for it.

All steve knows is eat hot chip, moan when other boys press up against him, and lie.

Eddie (rightfully) being treated like he’s been traumatized. No one cared about billy no one cared about billy.

They filled Eddie in on all the upside down shit right away. No one cared about billy no one cared about billy.

Vecna doesn’t feel like an Upside Down thing to me. I mean, he’s clearly in the Upside Down, and is a part of it? But the way he’s like up in these people’s heads is weird. I don’t think he’s any part of the mind Flayer because we had that bitch for two seasons, they’d be finished with that.

Also not the demogorgons being able to fly. These bitches have seriously evolved like the fucking graboids in Tremors 1-3.

[necros-writing-stuff]

im a sucker for assholes, so can i please have m!bailey absolutely wrecking f!pc infront of m!robin, thinking they've been fucking each other but then surprised when he finds out pc's been untouched this whole time. the pure jealousy from bailey turning into extreme embarassment after realizing what he did? Ughhhh.

Bailey? Embarrassed? You mean Bailay gloating and rubbing it in Robin's face that he's taken something from you he'll never have?

NSFW below (tw for dubcon, virgin PC)

Bailey has a man around the neck, marching him out of the room of the brat he was trying to molest. Despite the struggling, yelling and general pathetic begging, Bailey keeps his grip.

Several kids pop their heads out of their rooms to watch the scene, including you. Only its not your room, it's Robin's.

Bailey tries to ignore the jealousy stabbing at his heart seeing you two so close together, instead focusing on throwing out the trash.

It doesn't work, even when he leans against the kitchen counter and makes himself a coffee in an attempt to distract his mind.

He shouldn't give a shit about you. You're just another brat, one that pays him regularly, sure, but what would make you special?

You're far prettier than the others. You look up into his eyes sometimes and he can't help himself when images of you on your knees, forcing his cock as far down your throat as it can go flash though his mind.

Only this time, he pictures you sucking off that other drain on his finances.

Robin. Plain, boring Robin. What, does playing that many games make him good with his fingers or something? Can he make you squirm and writhe with his hands alone?

Bailey's face starts getting hot with anger, grimace morphing into a sick smirk when an idea crosses his mind.

He grabs one of the smaller brats, a timid, shy one, telling them to let Robin know he's due in Bailey's office at midnight.

Bailey only gets happier when he sees you leaving in the clothes you wear to work. You'd be gone most of the afternoon, Robin wouldn't be able to tell you about his appointment.

It takes more patience than he'd ever admit, but Bailey waits for you to come back home, hands covered in the scented oils you use at that spa, exhaustion all over your face.

He steps from the shadows, immediately gaining your attention. "Come here, girl, I need a word."

You follow wordlessly, looking confused and worried as you enter his office, letting him close the door behind you. Not noticing that he leaves it open a crack.

He grasps your arm, pulling you with him as he rounds the desk and sits in his chair. Then he pats the desk, asking you to sit.

You do as you're told, sitting with your thighs pressed together so he can't see up your skirt. That won't do.

Bailey rests his hand on your thigh, leaning in when you blush, hands coming up clenched as you cover your face.

"W-what did you need?" you cough, embarrassed at how high your voice was when you asked that. You couldn't deny the heat pooling between your legs at the attention, Bailey (despite all of his shortcomings) is very handsome. His hand so warm and heavy on your skin.

Bailey starts stroking the skin, dipping his fingers under your skirt to tease along the line of your panties. His other hand comes to pry your thighs open a little.

"I've decided money's not enough. I need something else from you," he explains, fingers dancing across the crotch of your panties and ever-so-slightly putting pressure on your clit making you gasp and clench your thighs shut on his hand.

"Bailey I don't know, I-"

"Oh you're not getting a choice. You need a reminder of who owns you," he growls, standing up and pushing you onto his desk, flat on your back.

You squeak out, not expecting it, quickly covering your crotch with your hands only to have them swatted away.

One hand grasps your ankle, putting it over his shoulder as he pushes your skirt up, grinning at the wet patch on your panties.

"Bailey, please, I-" this time you're interrupted by his lips on your own, tongue immediately invading your mouth. Your eyes are wide, staring up at the ceiling. This kiss was your first.

Bailey's free hand returns to teasing your pussy through the thin fabric, making you whimper into his mouth. He ignores your oiled hands clutching at his shirt, staining the white material.

Then he pushed the fabric to the side and starts roughly rubbing at your clit. You'd barely touched it yourself, the sensation foreign and good. So, so good.

You close your eyes and try to kiss back, quickly getting lost in the pleasure of it all. Your tongue is clumsy compared to his, but he doesn't seem to mind.

Bailey can hear his heart hammering in his ears from his excitement. You're being much more compliant than he had thought, sweet little noises coming from you everytime he flicks that sensitive button between your legs.

You're so wet for him, despite how little he's touched you. Does Robin get you this wet?

His good mood drags down a little at the thought of the boy, and Bailey decides that you're wet enough. Breaking the kiss, you barely get a breath in before his fingers are in your mouth.

"Suck," he orders as he undoes his fly, not taking his eyes from your greedy little mouth as he pulls his cock out and rubs it against your folds.

Your panties keep getting in the way, so he pulls them off before going back to teasing you.

A tiny creaking sound gets Bailey's attention, and his eyes meet with another's peaking through the crack in the door. Oh, is it midnight already?

"Does Robin ever make you feel this good?" Bailey asks, licking his lips as the eyes at his door grow wide.

Keeping eye contact, Bailey smiles, a triumphant, almost insidious smile. He misses your look of confusion at his question, too excited to claim his prize. Robin watches as your carer sinks his cock into your wet heat.

Bailey's smile falters at what he feels. At what he hears as you cry out around his fingers, which he pulls out of your mouth. He stares down at you, length still buried inside.

"You're a fucking virgin?" his smile returns, grabbing your thighs so he can bend you in half and grind into your pussy even deeper than he already is.

"I tried to-to tell you- ahhh," you can barely speak as he starts pounding, hands resting on your chest as you take him. It really didn't hurt as much as you thought it would, just a slight sting before you got used to the stretch.

Bailey's eyes return to the pair at the door, seeing white-knuckled fingers clinging to the wood. Robin hadn't left, in fact he looked furious.

The slick sounds of your cunt swallowing his cock lewdly fills the room, your hands grasping at his back while he thrusts into your heat.

Robin watches on in shock. Why? Of all people, why let Bailey touch you like this? Had he hurt you? It wasn't a coincidence that he's been asked to the office at the same time you're getting ruined by that old bastard, he knew that much. Especially after hearing Bailey's question to you.

You begin to scream as Bailey picks up the pace, desk moaning in protest from the pressure being put onto it.

"Bailey, I'm so close, Bailey, Bailey!" you begin to chant his name like a prayer, voice increasing in a crescendo as you do.

The tattooed man above you stares down at you, face looking the softest you've ever seen it as you cream on his length, shaking and gasping from the pleasure.

He follows soon after, filling up your womb, not bothering to pull out despite not knowing if you were on birth control. He'd get you the morning after pill, but this time he really wanted to see his seed dripping from your folds.

You both pant as you come down from the high, you wiggling on the desk to unstick yourself from the surface due to your sweat gathering on the wood.

"Why did you bring up Robin?" you ask, running a hand through your hair.

Bailey pretends not to notice the fingers on his door readjust themselves at your question.

"Thought you two were closer. You're always stuck with each other, you know," he explains, not bothering to leave your body yet.

You giggle and sit up, resting your weight on your hands. "No, Robin's my best friend, we've never even held hands!"

Bailey presses a kiss to your forehead as he withdraws. "Good to know."

The crack in his doorway is empty when he looks back.

[obx-writings]

Enough is Enough

Gif from @rudypankows​

AN: Hi! Here it finally is! This took me a long ass time to make and I've never written smut before so idk how it is but it was definitely fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

JJ Maybank X Reader 

Summary: You and JJ have been pining over each other for years now, constantly hurting each other without knowing. Your friends can’t stand by any longer and decide it’s time to interfere.

Warnings: SMUT!! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap guys) I think that’s it honestly

WC: 4.1k oof

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It had started as a game. An unspoken game of who could break who first. You and JJ had known each other for years, the feelings between you two and the subsequent sexual tension between you rising with every passing glance, every hug, every lingering kiss to the cheek. The game however, was between John B and Kie. Which one of them could get their respective best friends to admit it first. They’d wagered a decent chunk of cash on it, Pope constantly rolling his eyes at the two for meddling. “It’s not our job to push them, they’ll get there on their own.” He’d say, but they’d just shake their heads and laugh.

Kie’s argument was that she was done watching you pine over JJ for years, your heart shattering every time he’d bring a new girl home to the Chateau, for you to listen to while he wished it were you under him. She was done with watching JJ sulk, drinking away his feelings so much he’d pick up a Touron that always had some semblance of you in them; They’d wear your signature color, they’d use a similar shampoo, or JJ’s personal favorite, they’d drink the same cherry flavored liquor at the boneyard. Kissing them always tasted like how he’d imagine you did. And John B? Well he was sick and tired of listening to JJ fuck some tourist, only to kick them out the next day, slam the door to his room, and cry.

At this point, John B and Kiara had decided that enough was enough. Their usual jealousy attempts to try and get one of you to admit it only resulted in one of you starting a fight and then not admitting as to why you were mad. John B decided he was just going to tell you what was going on, even if it meant that JJ would kill him. He had watched the two of you suffer in silence long enough.

You two were breaking each other by holding onto your feelings as long as you had, and they decided enough was enough. Which leads you to tonight. You had no idea that Kie and John B had this bet going, and you had no clue that JJ felt the same way. You washed your sorrows down with that cherry flavored liquor JJ longed to taste on your tongue so much. Kie had dressed you in her clothing, saying “You deserve to feel like an expensive bitch every once in a while!” Which made you laugh. JJ was chatting up some girl in the corner, and everytime you looked over, you felt your eyes burn with tears that refused to leave. Respectively, every time JJ looked your way, watching you dance around, sweaty and care free and absolutely beautiful, his heart panged, aching to be the one grabbing your waist, pulling you back into him, whispering the things in your ear he dreamed of doing to you when you two left. It was killing him.

As if almost on cue, John B and Kie looked at each other, determined for this plan to work. Pope took notice of this and rolled his eyes.

“You’re crazy if you think this will work.” He laughed. “You’re last six attempts all tanked bro, just give it up. They’re both too fucking stubborn.”

“Pope, they’re killing each other. It’s getting painful to watch.” Kie stated, taking a sip.

“Hey, it’s your guy’s funeral when JJ goes insane and punches you.” He pointed a finger at John B. John B just shrugged and stood up, setting his cup down in the sand, he walked over to where you were dancing with some guy who obviously was a Touron considering his Outerbanks t-shirt and bad sunburn.

“Mind if I cut in with the lady?” He asked, sending you a wink. You laughed and took his outstretched hand, not giving a second thought about the boy behind you. Dancing with John B always made you feel the happiest at parties. He knew how to make you laugh, never judged your horrid dance skills, and most importantly, he took your mind off of a certain blonde haired boy. You never looked at John B as more than just your best friend, your brother. He was there for you through everything, and you for him as well, which is why it surprised you when tonight he turned you around, his chest pressed to your back. He pulled you close, dancing against you. He leaned down and whispered in your ears.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you, and know that I hate that I’m the one who’s saying it to you.” You felt a rush of anxiety wash over you. Was this where he tells you he knows you like JJ, and he doesn’t feel the same? Is he going to admit to something that you don’t reciprocate? Your mind wandered, worry radiating off of you. You nodded, and waited for your heart to break.

JJ, sitting on the other side of the beach, took notice of this. He watched as his best friend walked over to the girl he loved, sweeping her off her feet as he pulled her to dance with him. He watched as John B spun you around, grinding against you. He balled his fists and his jaw clenched. He watched as John B leaned down to whisper in your ear. What could he have possibly said that made your face red. That should be him. That should be him holding you, dancing with you, making you smile, blush, giggle, scream, all of it. He noticed when you nodded, his mind wandering. What had you agreed to? Were you about to hook up with his best friend. His best friend that he never told his feelings about. Did he deserve to be this upset at John B? JJ never told a single soul his feelings for you, thinking if only he knew, it would just go away. He didn’t blame John B for wanting you. Your carefree spirit, your infectious laugh, the way you care so deeply for others around you. He noticed when John B said something, and your beautiful eyes met his in an instant. He noticed that John B was still talking, but your eyes were glazed over, focusing on JJ’s, not paying attention to what he was saying. He noticed when you left John B’s grasp, shaking your head, tears threatening to spill over. He noticed when you backed away, turning and walking quickly up to the Chateau. He never stood up so quickly. He walked over to John B, his voice strained, slightly raised.

“What the fuck just happened, bro?” JJ asked. Kie and Pope watched the scene unfold, walking over to join their friends. “What was that.”

“I told her bro, I told her everything.” John B stated, treading carefully with his words so as to not provoke his already ansty friend.

“What exactly is everything.” JJ stated through gritted teeth.

“You know, J.” JJ went to raise a fist, not sure if he was angry at John B for telling you, or angry at himself that he couldn’t. John B grabbed his arm, pushing his back.

“You were never going to tell her, and I was so sick of listening to her cry every goddamn night over something that wasn’t even true. So go, tell her yourself. Fill in the gaps, go and get the girl, for once JJ.” John B was staring at JJ so intently, his hands bunched in the collar of JJ’s shirt. His words were harsh, and they hit JJ like a truck. Did this mean maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way about him? How could he have been so stupid to parade a string of women in front of you. JJ looked at John B, nodding, and pulling his hands off him. He looked over at Kie, who sent him a sympathetic smile. Turning on his heels, he walked up to the Chateau.

The sand under his feet shifted with every step, his heart pounding beneath his chest. What if you really didn’t feel the same? What if you were utterly repulsed by the idea of him seeing you the way he did. His thoughts raced as he pulled open the old wooden door. There you were, sitting on the couch, your head in your hands, gripping the strands of your hair tightly. The creak of the door surprised you, and you lifted your head to be met with the most beautiful shade of blue staring back at you.

“Y/N, I…” JJ started, but you held your hand up, signaling for him to stop. You stood up slowly, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen, running a hand through your hair.

“I just wanna know why. Why would you bring your parade of Touron sluts through the door, practically throwing them in my face. All I did was lay on this couch and cry my eyes out as I listened to you fuck the shit out of someone I wished was me? God! Why didn’t you just tell me?” You practically screamed. All the pent up anger had been released, and you were left with your chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. You watched as his face went from guilty, to angry within a few seconds.

“You didn’t say anything either, Y/N! You don’t get to pin it all on me! How was I supposed to know someone like you would ever go for trailer trash that is JJ fucking Maybank?” The veins in his neck were bulging out, his eyes ablaze, until they softened watching the realization cross your face at his words. “Look…” His hand came up to his face, rubbing his eyes to try and stop the tears from leaking out. “I never, in a million years thought that you would go for me, so I pushed the feelings down, drawing them in women I wished were you, and crying myself to sleep after. I fucking hate myself for it.” He was tugging on his hair at this point, walking over to the counter in the kitchen and placing his palms on the surface, his jaw clenched. His back was to you, and you walked over to him, placing a hand on his back.

“Hey, J, look at me, please.” You pleaded, and after a moment, he turned around to face you. The air between you was limited, and thick with the tension between you two. You were both heated, buzzing from the booze and weed, and high off of the mutual knowledge that both of your feelings were reciprocated. “I...look, I don’t care about what’s happened in the past. If I keep thinking about it, it’ll just mess up everything, and I have you now. And I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.” Your hand came up to cup his cheek, his face nuzzling into the warmth of your palm. He looked at you, searching your eyes for any trace of regret for the words that just passed your lips. All he found was love, and adoration. His rough hands came up to both sides of your face, behind your neck, pulling you in.

“God, I fucking love you too.” He muttered, before his lips crashed onto yours. After a brief second of “Holy shit, JJ is in love with me too, wait, JJ is literally kissing me.” you began to feverishly kiss back. The hand that was cupping his face went behind his head to thread through his hair, tugging slightly. The action caused him to gasp slightly, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He growled slightly against your mouth, one hand staying in your hair while the other went to your hips, spinning you around so you were pressed against the counter. He bit your lip before trailing his lips down your neck, leaving hot wet kisses on the soft skin. You breathed out a few moans, feeling his arousal press against your stomach. He brought his lips up to your ear.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N.” His breath was hot in your ear, and he attached his lips back to yours a second later. He trailed his hands down your back, under your butt to your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter, stepping in between your open legs, pulling your waist towards him.

“I love you too, J. So fucking much.” You mumbled against his lips, your words getting lost in his mouth, his tongue teasing yours. His hands at your waist began to play with the hem of your tank top, signaling he wished to take it off. You pushed his shoulders back slightly, gripping your shirt from the bottom and lifting it over your head. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, clad in a simple dark blue bra. You smiled at his reaction and pulled his head back to yours, kissing him greedily. You began to pull at the hem of his top as well, beginning to strip it off, your lips only leaving his for the brief second the shirt passed over his head. Your hands trailed down his abs, your nails scratching at the skin. You felt his breathing hitch at the feeling, and he groaned into your mouth. You started trailing kisses from his mouth to his neck, biting every so often. When you got to the spot under his jaw, he moaned, and you stayed there, sucking harshly at the skin. The grip on your waist tightened, and you felt the prominent bulge of him through his pants against you again.

“God, Y/N. I need you. I need you so fucking bad it hurts.” He spoke through closed teeth, you could practically hear them grinding together. His breath was heavy and uneven, and you could tell how bad he wanted you.

“Then take me, J. It’s been too fucking long. Take me and make me yours.” He wasted no time at your words, beginning to unbutton the front of your jean shorts, his fingers fumbling slightly. Before you could even think, he lifted you up slightly, pulling them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. He began unbuttoning his own shorts, never breaking his kiss with you, letting them drop to his ankles before stepping out of them. His hands went around your back, unclasping your bra, pulling away slightly to remove it from your body. His eyes gazed hungrily at the new exposed skin of your breasts, you chest rising and falling with the intensity of his gaze. He pulled his hand around to the front of you, grazing your nipple slightly, watching as you let out a slight moan, lost in the pleasure. He leaned forward, attaching his mouth to the other one as his tongue and figures worked in harmony to cause sparks of pleasure in your lower belly.

“God, J….feels so good.” You breathed out, lost in the moment. You felt his mouth smirk against you, before he began leaving wet kisses down your stomach, lowering himself onto his knees between your legs. His hands went to your waist, gripping your hips as he pulled you forcefully forward to the edge of the counter, hooking his fingers in your panties at the same time. He slowly pulled them off of you, teasing you with light kisses to your inner thighs. Your hand reached down and threaded into his golden hair, desperate to hold onto something. He looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“I want to taste you...I’ve wanted to taste you for years, please baby, let me.” His eyes were pleading, and his voice begging. You couldn’t resist how sexy he looked at that moment, between your legs, begging to eat you out.

“Please J, yes…” That was all the encouragement he needed, as his mouth lurched forward, his tongue instantly finding your clit. You gripped his hair harder, letting out a loud moan at the sudden sensation. It fueled him further, as he began trailing his hand from your thigh to your opening, slowly sliding a finger inside you.

“You’re so tight, so wet for me baby...tell me it’s for me…” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

“For you, JJ, all for you…” Your eyes rolled back at the sight of his before you, messy hair, flushed cheeks, his tongue drawing lazy figure eights on your clit and his finger pumping in and out of you. He smiled at your words, adding a second finger and pumping even faster. He began to curl them each time they entered you, hitting a spot inside of you you didn’t even know existed. Moans left your mouth without warning, and you could feel that familiar tingle in the pit of your stomach.

“J…’m close…” You breathed out, your voice raspy and loose from the pleasure you were feeling. He pulled away for only a moment to speak.

“Fall apart for me, Y/N” He dove right back, working your clit with his tongue. His words were enough to push you over the edge, your head falling back, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You knew JJ was skilled in bed, hell you heard it almost every night, but you had no idea he was this talented at all. Your entire body was buzzing, you didn’t even register him pulling away or standing up until his mouth was on your again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The unfamiliar tang of sweetness was odd, but it gave you another surge of tightness in your body, and you wanted him all over again. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck, tugging at the strands at the base of his head, slightly damp from the activities you two were taking part in. Your other hand reached down to begin palming him through his boxers. You weren’t shocked at the size. You had seen him changing enough times to know that JJ Maybank was indeed packing down there, and your body tingled with excitement. He let out a pained groan into your mouth, making quick work to rid himself of his boxer briefs, leaving you both naked to the steamy air. Your hand made its way to his length, stroking him a few times before he forcefully grabbed your wrist, biting his lip.

“You keep doing that, Princess, and this will be over very...very quickly.” His breath was ragged and his voice rough, you could tell he was on edge. He took a deep breath before reaching his hand back up to cup your cheek to kiss you sweetly. He pulled away, looking you deep in the eyes. “You sure, baby?” His eyes were looking for any sense of doubt or disdain with the situation, but all he found was adoration.

“Please...please J, I need you…” Those words were all he needed, because the second you spoke, he grabbed your hip with one hand, using his other to guide himself into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling of finally being connected with each other. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, hooking his hand under your knee to bring your legs more around his waist, and began thrusting slowly. Your body was on fire, every movement felt like the most pleasurable feeling you have ever experienced. His hot breath was on your neck, and you were hyper aware of everything that was him; the taste of his tongue, the smell of his cologne lingering on his skin, the roughness of the calluses on his fingertips, the softness of his hair, the love pouring from his blue irises. You were completely encapsulated by everything that was JJ Maybank.

“God, baby..feel so good, you’re so good.” His moaning was the sexiest sound you had ever heard, and you knew you’d never get enough of it.

“JJ!” You gasped, feeling him hit that spot inside you again, tightening around him. His grip on your hips tightened, bruising the skin.

“Shit, do that again baby.” You did, and a string of curses left his mouth. “I don’t know how long I can last baby...I’ve waited too long...you feel too good.” You could tell by the strain in his voice he was holding back his high, trying to stick it out for you. You shushed him, petting his hair and kissing his neck.

“Let go baby, come for me, I want to watch you.” You whispered in his ear, and his head tipped forward onto your shoulder as his groan at your words echoed through the empty house. “Look at me, J. Look me in the eyes when you come inside me baby.” He lifted his head, and the second he made eye contact with you, he was done for. He released into you without a second though, riding out his high for as long as he could before his body was shuddering at the stimulation. His lip was cut slightly from how hard he had been biting it, and his pupils were blown wide from the pleasure. You grabbed his face, kissing him sweetly. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, catching your breath.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m so sorry I waited this long to tell you.” His words brought a calm wave over you, making you smile.

“I love you too, J. So much. And I don’t know exactly how this works, friends to more or whatever, but I know that I never want to not be able to kiss you again.” He giggled at your words, kissing you again. You were both so lost in each other, you almost didn’t notice the distant voices approaching. The rest of the Pogues were coming up to make sure you two didn’t kill each other. As soon as you heard Pope’s voice, you pushed JJ away, looking frantically for your scattered clothes. JJ hissed as he quickly pulled out of you, finding his boxer briefs and shorts quickly. You hopped off of the counter, pulling your shirt on frantically, and finding your shorts, sliding them over your legs and buttoning them quickly before the door loudly swung open.

“See, I told you they were fine.” Kie said, pointing in your direction. “Now can we leave them to sort their shit out.” She sounded annoyed that the boys had dragged her up here. John B and Pope were too busy assessing the situation in front of them to acknowledge her words. Both of you had wild, messy hair, flushed faces, and were standing at an awkward length from each other. John B noticed your bikini top sitting on the kitchen counter, your bottoms on the floor underneath it. He smirked, as Pope stared with wide eyes.

“Looks like they already figured it out.” His smug expression made your face flush even more so, not being able to look at anyone.

“You guys didn’t….on the freaking counter?!” Pope shook his head in disgust while JJ just smirked your direction.

“Wait you too...Oh my god! Finally!” Kie screamed with excitement. You laughed at her outburst, happy your friends didn’t seem to mind.

“I mean seriously, Y/N, next time you wanna hide it, maybe don’t leave your bikini sitting out...or put your shirt on backwards.” He smirked as you looked down confused, laughing at yourself. You had been in such a rush you hadn’t even noticed.

“Well, now that you guys are finally not pining anymore, can we get back to the party?” Kie said, laughing at you and your backwards shirt.

“I’m down, I’d love to show you off as my girl, babe.” JJ smirked again, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, making you blush further. You nodded as the five of you made your way back to the boneyard.

“Okay, but like, try and keep the macking in front of us to a minimum.” Pope said, looking at JJ, still scarred from almost walking in on you two going at it.

“No promises, man.” He laughed, turning his head to face you, leaning in to whisper just so you could hear him this time. “Now that I finally got you, no fucking promises at all.” You smiled up at him, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You finally had JJ Maybank.

@heywards​ since you asked me to tag you bb hehe

[youresog0lden]

The Third Of December || Spencer Reid

25 days of Spencer MASTERLIST

masterlist (NORMAL ONE) 

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, mentions of a dead body, crying, and kissing. 

Summary: Y/N regrets telling her feelings to the one and only Spencer Reid.

WC: 2.3K

Everything changed the night I told him. He got more distant with me. He never talked anymore. He made ways to talk to the rest of the team but never me. It was frustrating to have someone you used to be so close with not even acknowledge your existence. Sitting in my office Emily barges in. 

“Hey Y/N.” She says quietly

“Hello Em.” I look up for a second writing something down on the sheet of paper infront of me. 

“Is Spence still not talking to you.” She took a seat on the couch. 

“No. He doesn’t even look at me. He just kinda ignores me.” I look at the calendar. December 3rd. 

“It’s been two months dude. I miss my friend.” I sigh, taking a sip of the burning coffee infront of me. Two of the longest months of my life, everytime I needed someone to come over and tell me everything was going to be okay, everytime I wanted someone to hold me as I sobbed because we lost another kid to a case. He was supposed to be there, he always used to be there. Then suddenly he wasn’t. He wasn’t there at my door with chinese food and a movie. He wasn’t there when it was three in the morning and I needed someone to hold me. He wasn’t there on the jet when it was a long case and I needed someone to rest my head on their shoulder and tell them about everything going on. He was my person, without him here I was empty. 

Work felt like a choice, not something I had to do. Work was exhausting. Emotionally and physically. Nothing felt the same as when I first joined the BAU. I’ve accepted it but sometimes you just need to let everything go and take a break for yourself. 

“Y/N, you listening?” Emily asked. I shook my head. 

“Sorry what?” 

“I said Spencer told me he found someone.” she said softly. I just look at her. Why would she tell me this? 

“Oh. Yay good for him.” I said softly fighting back the stinging in my eye

“Listen I have a lot of work to do so um.” I looked up at her. She nodded and told me a quick goodbye and left shutting my door. I let a few tears slip looking down at the paper. The phone rang in a matter of seconds so I wiped my eyes and picked up the phone. 

“Hello this is SSA Y/L/N speaking how can I help you.” I asked. 

“My son he’s missing. He hasn’t been home in twelve hours and the police won’t do anything. Please help me. He’s all I have.” the woman on the other end sobbed to me. 

“Okay ma’am take a breath tell me your name and address and i will talk to my team and I’ll call you.”  I answered I took her name and address and state and I got to work pulling a case together. I quickly hit print on my computer running to the files room and grabbing them along with a case file for everyone. 

“We have a case.” I spoke to Hotch. He nodded and hinted his head to the conference room. I nod walking out and setting up the spots. Watching everyone walk in. 

“Okay what’s up.” 

“We have a missing kid in Greenville, North Carolina. He is ten and has blue eyes and blonde hair. His name is John Alexander his mom called me about an hour ago saying that he was missing and the police wouldn’t take it as a missing persons report because it hasn’t been twenty four hours yet. But they did investigate and found that there was no sign of a struggle and that there was no forced entry.” I stated, looking up from my files my eyes meeting everyones but Spencers. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. 

“So it could be a family member or someone he trusted?” Emily said. 

“When we get there Emily, David, Morgan go to the crime scene. JJ and Spencer start on the geological profile. Y/N go talk to the family. I will start with the neighbor see if he heard anything. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch spoke. We all nod except for me and Spencer. Him reading the file and me just standing there like an idiot. I let a breath out of my nose and look at him. 

“So Emily told me you found someone.” I said looking at the case file the same as he has been doing. 

“Yeah.” his response was short. 

“Well I’m happy for you.” I said softly looking up. 

“Mhm.” short once again. I just frowned slightly, sighing, picking up the file and walking to the door. 

“I’m sorry for telling you. If I would’ve known it would cause you to stop talking to me I wouldn’t have told you and I regret it everyday trust me I do.” I turn around walking  to my office grabbing my to go bag walking to the jet. I take my seat on a chair as Emily sits beside me and Derek sits in front of me. 

“Hey pretty girl how are you doing?” 

“Could be better but what's to be expected.” I laugh slightly so does he. We all make small talk. 

“So what did you say to him?” Emily questions. 

“Yeah you guys did look like y'all were talking for a good minute.” JJ quipped 

“Nope. I was talking and he was giving one word answers until I told him I regret telling him that I was in love with him and if I could go back in time I would. Then I left.” 

“So you didn’t give him time to talk?” Morgan reposened. 

“No. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. He stopped talking to me, he didn’t answer any phone calls why would I want to hear what he has to say. He didn’t have to let it ruin the friendship. I told him if he didn’t feel the same way then to forget about it because I didn't want to lose him and guess what I did. I told him I didn’t want to lose him and yet here we are.” I spat out. JJ cleared her throat looking behind us. That’s when I knew he was standing there and that he heard everything. I roll my eyes and look out the window as we get ready to take off. We make it there within an hour and head to where Hotch had assigned us. 

-- 

It’s been two days and nothing. We need to find that child the police are trying to say he’s dead. But I can feel that he's not dead. Everyone is working there hardest to find him but nothing. 

“Find anything?” I ask Spencer walking into the room

“Does it look like I have,” he spat. I gasped slightly. 

“Sorry.” I muttered quietly. I look at the map on the board. There were three circles on the board. 

“Does he have any family or friends in this area.” I pointed to the median between the three circles. He shrugs. I let out a sigh before turning around his eyes for the first time in two months meeting mine I took a deep breath. 

“Listen, throw your little hissy fit when we are not working. If I ask you a question there's a 100% possibility that I am going to need an answer. So please for the love of god quit being a dick and just talk to me when we are working after we get cases after I don’t care if you ever talk to me again.” I angrily talked to him. He sighs pointing to the map. 

“There.” he points. “His cousin lives there.” 

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As we drove to the house we got our vests on and out guns ready. We all pulled up and jumped out of the car. Hotch was the first one in the house. I was the second. Sam (the cousin) was sitting in the chair with a wicked smile on his face. 

“Where’s the boy?” I asked. 

“In the yard.” 

“No he’s not, we didn’t see him.” Derek said 

“I never said he was above ground.” he smirked laughing. 

“I’ll go find him.” I said they nodded as I ran out. It was dark outside but not dark enough to where I couldn’t see. My foot hit the ground as I tried to hear where the most recent dirt was dug up. Right when I think he's not there my eyes catch something. A little bit higher ground.  

“I need a shovel.” I screamed loudly. Pretty soon I see the same boy I yelled at earlier come running towards me with a shovel. I thank him quietly and start to dig up the dirt until I hit something. I drop to my knees using my hands to dig the barrel out. I finally get to it. 

“Help me?” I asked. He nods helping me lift it. I use the head of the shovel to pop open the barrel. I let out a loud scream dropping the shovel and backing up until I’m in someone's arms. I start crying frantically. Everyone is coming out of the house and rushing around. Everyone stops once they see him. I clung onto Spencer. He walked with me to the car sitting in it, his arms still wrapped around me. Whispering things into my ear. Everything I tried to do I couldn’t get the image out of my head. 

“I told her I’d bring her back her son.” I cried softly. 

“I know, but sometimes this is just part of our jobs.” he says softly. My arms wrapped around his torso as he hugged me tightly. He grips my shirt tightly. Afraid if he lets go. He will lose you again. Hotch gets in the car and Spencer lets go putting his seat belt on. I do the same but at that moment he puts his hand on my thigh softly squeezing it. I put my hand on top looking down at it. I’m still madly in love with this boy. My head started to hurt so for a second I rested my head on the window looking out before feeling my eyes fall and I’m falling asleep. 

“Hey wake up.” I heard his voice softly say. I shake awake looking around and yawning. I open my door getting out before remembering the events of the night. I walk into the police office seeing John's mom rushing towards me. I prepare myself to tell her. 

“Where is he? Where’s my boy.” she frantically asked. 

“I’m so sorry to tell you this but he was found dead at the site.” I said softly. 

“You promised me you’d bring him home alive.” she thrown out angrily

“You promised.” then I felt a cold palm against my skin and my face turned red slightly. 

“Ma’am I know this is rough.” 

“No you don’t know anything. Are you a mother?” 

“No.” I said softly

“Then shut the hell up. You have no clue what you are talking about.” she spat. 

“Ma’am I know this is a tough moment for you but don’t you dare land your hand on my agents again.” Hotch told her. I just stood there in shock. I felt someone's hand on my back. 

“Come on Y/N let’s go home.” His voice is soft. One of the first times I’ve heard it since that night. We all get in cars heading back to the jet. Everyone lets out sighs when we get on no one really saying a word. As we get ready to take off I feel someone sit beside me. 

“Spence.” I called out his name as I walked through the apartment that belonged to him. 

“In here.” he called out from his bathroom. As I approached the door I got more and more nervous. I walk in to see him sitting on the counter sink with sweatpants on and nothing else. 

“What are you doing.” I stifle a laugh walking further into the bathroom and walking into his open arms. 

“I don’t know. I’m relaxing.” he said softly into my hair. I run my fingers up and down his back hearing him release a sigh. You can do this just tell him. 

“Spence, can we talk.” I ask from in his chest. 

“Of course we can. You know that.” 

“I’m afraid to tell you. I don’t want you to hate me and I certainly don’t want it to ruin the friendship.” I said softly. He pulled away lifting my head up with both of his hands so we were making eye contact now. As an instinct my eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. 

“I love you.” I said. 

“I love you too.” he laughs.

“No Spence I love you.” 

“Oh.” 

That was all he said his hands dropped to his lap and he just stared at me.

I look over to him. 

“I regret not saying anything.” he spoke.

“Huh?” 

“When you told me you loved me. I regretted letting you walk out the door. I was just shocked and I guess I didn't want to admit my feelings so I pushed them aside and just ignored you. I’m so sorry.” he said a tear ran down his cheek and before I could say anything I was wiping it off his face and holding his cheek with my palm. 

“But, I want you to know that I love you too. I have since the first day I met you. You changed my life.” 

“What about that girl.”

“I just told Emily that so she’d let me be about us.” he says. His hand moving up to cover mine on his cheek. 

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” he said softly, kissing my palm.

“I love you Spencer Reid.” and with that I kissed him softly. 

“About damn time.” I heard Morgan say. I sit back in my seat and rest my head on his shoulder laughing. 

[nct-lian]

nct 127 reaction to jinwoo cheating on lian

warnings: mention of shooting (angry yuta), swearing

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  TAEIL!

was literally furious. when he entered the dorms with leftover food from his lunch, he saw her sobbing on the couch next to taeyong, who was trying his best to calm her down. he knew what was going on on the internet, but he never expected any of it to be true. he genuinely thought jinwoo was a good guy, but he was proven wrong once taeyong told him about what happened when the boys were all gone.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  JOHNNY!

johnny wanted nothing more than to beat his ass for what he had done to lian. was what he told them all fake? was it for show? did jinwoo really break his promise to them when he said he would never dare to hurt her? what he saw the minute he entered the dorms with taeyong and doyoung was a sight he would never forget no matter how he hard he tried; seeing lian scream at jinwoo, throwing glass everywhere and stomping around the living room furiously as jinwoo continued to apologize to her.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  TAEYONG!

he had always vowed to protect lian, and he will never forgive himself for standing there and watching as lian screamed and cried for it all to be a joke. he was no doubt absolutely furious at jinwoo for putting his baby through all this emotional stress, but he couldn’t do more than stand there in shock. he wanted to cry with her and tell her that everything was okay, and that there’s someone better out there that was waiting for her right now.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  YUTA!

yuta only found out the news when he had come by hours later for dinner as a group. but when jungwoo quietly answered his question about why lian wouldn’t be joining them for their meal, johnny had to physically restrain him from walking out that door and putting a hole right through that guy’s chest. he swore that he was going to kill him if he had the chance—how dare he hurt lian? if it were up to yuta, jinwoo wouldn’t be saying another ray of sunlight again.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  DOYOUNG!

i think you guys already know how furious he’d be. the night lian introduced jinwoo to all of them, he knew that it wouldn’t end well. in no way does doyoung judge anyone off of their appearance, but when he first looked at jinwoo, there was definitely something off. the tattoos littering basically his entire body and the cocky smirk that was set on his lips the entire time his members were introducing themselves—he was arrogant and smug. doyoung only wished lian knew the damage he could do to jinwoo if he were allowed.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  JAEHYUN!

he really couldn’t believe what he was hearing. yeah, jaehyun had never liked him, but the audacity he had to even tug on a single heart string of hers was beyond him. much like yuta, all jaehyun wanted to do was kill jinwoo, but he held back for the sake of not causing a scene. the last thing he wanted to do was have lian walk out of her room to see him raging. all he could think of was how much better he could have treated her if it were him.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  WINWIN!

winwin surprsingly only found out through the internet. lian previously told him that she was seeing someone, but with all the things going around on the internet a month later, he knew something was wrong. the minute he saw that sm had made a statement regarding their relationship and how they broke up, he called lian and asked if she was okay. they spent about two more hours on the phone that night and just talked. it’s safe to say that winwin’s protective instincts really showed that day, and he’s happy he was able to help her through some of the pain.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  JUNGWOO!

i mean, he was devastated for her. to everyone’s surprise, he actually stayed away from her long enough for her to collect her thoughts. he knew her well enough to tell whether or not she was ready to talk about anything, and at that moment, all he would get from her was a cold shoulder if he tried to talk. all he was able to say was that he was in shock, and that she deserved none of what was going on. it happened so long ago but he’s yet to forget jinwoo’s name, nor will he ever forget what he put his lianna through.

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  MARK!

he probably missed her more than anything. he was there every second of their relationship, watching as lian fell harder for jinwoo, only for him to do a complete 180 and break her heart. how could he hurt his best friend like that? who does that? lian was no doubt the most lovable person in the world with the biggest heart. mark would sleep over on the fifth floor all the time in hopes lian would finally leave her room to talk to somebody, and everytime she did, he would ask if she was up to do something with him. fun fact: mark was the first person she went out with after her breakup and they went to go get drinks together :(

𖧧࣪⠀⌗  —  HAECHAN!

he honestly thought that lian would be better by a week— he knew that she was strong and he believed that she would get over it, so that’s why he wasn’t as mad as everyone else. but god, was he wrong. lian took weeks to fully recover; the walking dread of not feeling good enough following her everywhere she went was too much to handle, and haechan noticed. he heard her crying every night before he went to bed, and everytime he would walk by her room, he would hear the faint noise of something smashing to the ground. little by little, he grew more upset. he was finally noticing what was going on, and he promised her that she’d always have his constant support from now on. nobody hurts his noona and gets away with it.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Dying In The Batboys Arms

reqs: "do you write dark stuff like the boys reaction to the reader dying??? i love your blog btw!" & "Hi could I get some a n g s t"

sooo i'm terrible at angst or anything involving sadness because i ~fall apart~ and give up but for you two i tried my best haha and went for a HC cuz it's easier right? anyways hope you enjoy i cried like twice while writing this but i'm a weak bitch so i had to end them all decently to sleep alright tonight oops

Damian Wayne:

- damian would never let you die, so this would have to be you fulfilling some kind of deal or something unavoidable like yeeting into the speed force or something

- rushing to his embrace one last time and throwing your arms around him

- feeling him shake in your embrace as he whispers "please don't go beloved" and "ill never forget you" reducing you to tears as well

- your last kiss is salty and desprate, like he's trying to remember every moment, every feeling of you

- telling him it's not his fault and that he'll need to move on, but he's too busy promising to find you and save you even if there truly is no hope

- when you leave his eyes are the last thing you see, they were always your favorite and after years of looking at them it felt fitting they'd be the last earthly thing you saw

- as soon as you're gone damian isn't leaving the spot for weeks

- he's basically camped out, hair grown out, cheeks permanently stained as everytime he thinks of you he's crying again- making up for all the tears he held in his whole life

- jon is the only person he'll speak to, and even in that his words are softer than they'd ever been, damian would be to broken to hold his regular facade

- eventually jon coaxes him to return, seeing your belongings unmoved for months

- he'd almost undeniably quit robin, taking up a nickname you called him or wearing a suit in your favorite color, his only driving force after losing you will be the hope you had in him, he tells himself that even in death you're still watching over him forever... it may bit be true but it's the only thing that gives him a reason to keep living and not try to join you

Tim Drake:

- coughing up blood you'd search frantically for tim until he was at your side, crying uncontrollably as he tried to push away your hair matted with blood

- "hey timbers i don't think i'm gonna make it outta this one" you whispered, your hand reaching up to caress tim's cheek, wiping away the tears

- "no, stay with me help is coming i'm right here!" he'd scream spamming the 911 button on his suit as you shook your head "i might be dying but i'm not stupid" his eyes softened at the light smile that traced the lips he loved to kiss

- pulling him down to whisper everything you needed to say all he'd be able to get out it "i can't keep going if you leave me"

- squeezing his hand with every last ounce of strength you reminded him "it's not goodbye timmy it's a see you later, right?" with a soft nod he looked at you, eyes still brimming with tears

- "i've always been so proud of you timbers, don't stop now. see you later okay? i love you" the last words were strangled, but you had to give him something to hang on to as you let go, fading into the pain

- "see you soon y/n l/n ill love you always" were the last words to grace your ears, fading into a dull white noise as you slipped into peaceful bliss, tim's fsvorite soft smile permanent on your lips

- his family found him clutching your limp body, rocking back and forth promising to make you proud, repeated pushing your hair behind your ears because he knows you hate having hair fall in your face

- the strangled noises leaving his families throats as they realized what happened didn't help, neither did dick falling to the ground next to him, and steph bawling into jason's chest. duke had softly grabbed damians hand, both staring at the sky praying to whom ever was listening while bruce pulled tim up and into an embrace

- carefully the family left, one member- and a huge piece of their heart missing. broken at the scene.

- tim threw himself into work, determined to make you proud- but his family would catch him sitting in front of the small, supposedly secret, shrine he'd made in his closet for you, if damian presses his ear to his closet wall he could hear tim softly telling you about his day and what he did that would make you laugh

- months later he seemed calmer, no one could figure it out until dick took the time to ask. tim didn't say much but he held up his left hand ring finger and in a writing dick hadn't seen in months, the perfectly messy scribbles tattooed on his hand said "see you later timmy"

Jason Todd:

- seeing you minutes from death would send jason into shock, unable to move other than sinking to his knees next to you as you groaned with pain

- "at least hold me while a go jaybird" you mumbled through the blood trying to fill your throat. quickly he'd wrap his arms around you

- jason's embrace was comforting as always, you tried to memorize the way the scars landed on your abdomen and his calloused hands tentatively held you like you could break at any wrong move- i guess he was right this time

- "just hold on babe" jason was never good with words was he? with the last ounces of strength you cupped his cheek, bringing his head down to yours "stop talking and kiss me one last time" you whispered

- jason's hands fell to their usual position, one keeping you upright by holding your lower back, his rough hands creating perfect friction with your smooth skin, his other secured to the back of your head, lightly tugging on loose strands of your hair, it was like a puzzle piece fitting together, you melded perfectly to his lips

- the kiss was slow and loving, taking a moment you deepened it just to burn the memory of his passion into your brain before returning back to his loving and slow kisses

- you realized you were crying into the kiss when his rough finger swiped away tears, his lips never leaving yours

- pulling apart to breath and cough jason clung to you "please hold on please" you gave him a sad smile "it's okay jaybird i'm last where the pain hurts that means it's coming soon" you whispered, your hand still on his cheek, feeling the light stubble you always thought was so sexy

- "i love you jason todd, but i've never lied to you and i'm not starting now, this is goodbye babe" you told him bluntly, his face contorting as he pulled you back into his chest "no no no no" were the only words he could think of "i love you jay, it's okay baby" you pulled his lips back to yours until you felt the pain incoming

- "i don't think i've got much longer. hold me?" you looked up to jason who was pushing away tears

- "always" he replied, clutching you to his heaving chest as you snuggled into his embrace, you were sad this would be the last time you got to feel his heartbeat and chest rise and fall, you loved the feeling and knew you'd never forget it, even in death

- "y/n? babe? no" jason realized you were gone, and he lost it, screaming at the universe for taking the one good thing, crying like he promised he'd never, and punching almost everything within a 5 foot range

- his family found him bloody and broken, clutching your lifeless body as he tried to wrap him mind around what happened, he might never get better, the memory of your loss burned too deep and scarred too hard, but if he truly understood your love for him he'd use that love he had for you to drive it towards good, fighting for whatever you believed in most as an homage to you, hoping that when he next saw you he'd get to remember the feeling of you throwing your arms around him like you always did when he did something you were proud of, that desire was the only thing keeping him going

Dick Grayson:

- imagine an impending death with dick grayson, maybe it's a medical diagnosis and hope has run out, or a known death date, whatever it maybe- i think only dick would be a character strong enough to stay by your side through it all

- when it just became too hard to go on you and dock both knew what was coming

- he took weeks off nightwing duties, traveling the world and falling deeper in love, eloping somewhere deep in europe to solidify your love eternally no matter where either of you were

- the day it was finally time you were wrapped up in his clothes, your favorite hoodie and sweatpants that smelled of the warm vanilla toasted marshmallow smell you fell in love with

- you'd catch dick swiping away rogue tears all day, trying to make the most of your time together

- as the final hour ticked down you both let everything off your chests, not that there was really anything left

- nestling himself one the crook of your shoulder you inhaled the warm comfortable scent, willing yourself to never forget it when he whispered "i'm not ready to let you go yet" and it broke the both of you, sobbing into each other's shoulders as time stopped

- feeling death begin creeping in you were curled up in dick's embracing, having said your goodbyes to loved ones, damian especially heart broken he was clutching one of your sweatshirts, one day he'd grow out of it but you assumed by then he'd be over the loss

- "does- do you hurt?" dick asked softly as you soaked in his embrace, feeling his tears roll down your touching cheeks

- "it's not scary when you're here dickie" you whispered, pulling his lips in for one last kiss, as you began drifting away you shifted to rest on his collar bone, inhaling the vanilla scent that had been your rock for years, you were glad it would be the last thing you remembered, the best sendoff you could ask for

- dick watched you exhale your last breath peacefully, part of him was glad your pain was over, but that didn't stop the sobs from escaping

- damian crept in, still clinging to your sweatshirt, hopping up into dick's lap, nestled between you and dick, he'd only done it a couple times but he needed it almost as much as dick this time

- and the two held you together, more family members came and went but damian and dick held your vigil, together they helped each other get up and live, falling into a routine of sitting in the same position, your sweatshirt held in their lap, occasionally they'd raise it and take a trip down memory lane with your familiar smell still lingering on the sweatshirt, and that was all they had of you, but now they had each other. and that would have to do until they saw you again

[swordofpevensie]

As I've seen it again, here are my favorite things about Prince Caspian (2008):

warnings: It is a very long post and I can't help but swear sometimes.

• How Caspian is confused all the time.

• Prefossor: “Don't use that until you really need to use it.”

Caspian: *Uses it the first time he is in danger.* Good job boy, good job.

• “Phyllis.” “SUSAN!” (Lucy does the same thing in tvodt *emotional voices*)

• That disappinted look in Susan's eyes when she sees Peter fighting, and they way she doesn't do anything to help him. Like girl they are beating your brother??

• Edmund comes and saves Peter by simply jumping on everyone who is trying to hurt Peter. We love a clever and quick boi™

• Lucy's little comfort to Peter. *sniffing*

• Peter's iconic hair, that rebel and sassy hair.

• “I'm not touching you!” “I'M NOT HOLDING YOUR HAND!”

• How happy they are at the beach and the way they finally can have pure fun. *more sniffing*

• Narnia is so beautiful in summer and Pevensies look so beautiful too.

• And for my own please, I'll mention how beautiful Peter looks when he is playing in the sea and walking among the ruins.

• The way Lucy holds Peter's hand to show him the way and THE TORCH SCENE GETS ME EVERYTIME.

• Everyone is like where the hell are we and Lucy is just enjoying her apple.

• And again for my own pleasure, I'll mention how beautiful Susan looks.

• “wHiCh cHeSs sEt?” “whOt?” We love a one confused king.

• That shot when they all stand in their places in the ruins and Peter says “Cair Paravel.” I'm like YES SIR I'M READY TO SACRIFICE MY WHOLE LIFE FOR YOU.

• I'm lowkey attracted to General Glozelle. (shameful sniffing)

• I like it that Edmund is the first one to figure out what might have happened to Cair Paravel. And our confused king is again like “whOt?”

• C'mon Peter is very committed to make a torch and it is SO CUTE. And Edmund watching him is so funny, he is like ‘I'm about to end this man's whole career.’

• I'll not tell my thoughts on the time Peter takes his sword. I'm trying to be a good. *choughs*

• Boom! “Drop him!” YOUR QUEEN IS BACK YOU IDIOTS! OOOH HOW I LOVE SUSAN.

• Peter jumping to the water and Lucy using his dagger to cut the ropes.

• “High King Peter, the Magnificent.” I mean if I were magnificent just like him, I'd tell it loud very frequently too.

• Edmund using sword... 10/10 His final pose 20/10. *chefs kiss and sniffing*

• “Or do I have to sit on your head again?” Narnians and humor? Count me in!

• Caspian's accent... YES SIR.

• “I'm Prince Caspian... The tenth.” and “High King Peter, The Magnificent.” are cousins and you can't tell me otherwise.

• “Running away.” Oh just come into my arms you sad and broken boi. *too many sniffings*

• Proffesor inside: Eheheh they are back. You are a dead man now Miraz.

• That underwater shot... 10/10. Peter paddling... 10/10. All of them sitting in silent, sadly... Okay this one hurts A LOT.

• “We didn't mean to leave you know.” *no more sniffing i'm crying*

• Lucy greeting and trusting in a bear is me vs. life. Susan saying a bear to stay away from Lucy is me vs. life again.

• Peter helping Lucy to stand up and her hugging Peter for comfort.

• And that bear scene is very clever to me. It shows that those bad times have an effect on everyone. How even Narnians, kind, gentle, happy Narnians turned into wild creatures because of bad times. Also Susan not killing the bear immediately shows how gentle she is and she always gives a chance.

• “I can hear you.” We love a done™ prince. And him asking questions about Narnia is so cute!

• That zoom to Caspian's face is kiLLING ME.

• AND REEPICHEEP I'd kill and die for him unless he kills and dies for me first.

• CENTAURS ARE BACK!!! Oh I love them so much.

• “You can't carry a map in your heads.” “That's because we have something in them.” LUCY DIDN'T STUTTER.

• “i'M nOt lOst.” My baby tries so hard I love him bye.

• “OH SHUT UP!” is one of my favorite Peter lines. Also he is very sassy and why is no one talking about it?? (I'll talk about it later btw, eheh)

• IF SOMEONE BELIEVED AND LISTENED TO LUCY THE FIRST TIME SHE SPEAKS, THINGS WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER AND EASIER FOR ASLAN'S SAKE.

• And Edmund supporting Lucy? We love a supportive and cute brother.

• Caspian is so brave and the speech he gives... *CHEFS KISS* I mean I would fight and die for him too. And when Narnians believe in him, I cry even more. (++Ben Barnes' voice in that accent... Gets me every freaking time).

• The look in Peter's face when he sees the making of the bridge. He is like “Not my kingdom, you bitches!”

• The conversaion between Lucy and Susan... I hate to think their struggles, adjusting to Narnia, adjusting to England.

• Lucy telling a tree to wake up is me vs. life, again.

• The way Peter just comes and hides her out of nowhere... WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE BROTHER.

• When Caspian and Peter fights... Okay, for your safety I'll shut up but the way Peter is ready to hit him with a rock is both funny and shows how a quick and smart fighter he is.

• “PETAH!” Okay Susan, we get it honey.

• “Well if you like, we can come back in a few years.” LIKE WHY IS NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT HIS SASS??

• “You were right to fear the woods.” IS. EXCELLENT.

• Caspian and Peter walking in the front and talking casually. My heart goes *butterlifes* *looove*

• When the papa centaur rises baby centaur's sword... *a loud sniff* .

• I love that there are pictures of Pevensies and Golden Age on the walls. It makes me feel so majestic.

• Caspian: *dramatically lights fire*

• They are looking at The Stone Table and Caspian in the back is like look at the mess you made.

• When Peter and Caspian talk at the same time.

• “There is always a first time.” THAT. SASS. AND CONFIDENCE.

• “We could collect nuts!” “Yes, and throw them at Telmarines!” Reepicheep... Love you babe.

• Okay the whole castle stuff is so freaking cool until the last minutes. Like Edmund and his torch, Susan and THE WAY HE KILLS A MAN BY THROWING AN ARROW.

• But... Caspian babe, kill your bastard uncle anyways.

• And it just should be said: I love how Narnians are always ready to sacrifice themselves because freedom is much more important than their lives. They are not afraid of death as long as it means to get freedom back.

• That poor cat... I don't know what to say.

• You are attacking a castle and your baby Caspian just casually knocks the window.

• Professor doing his best to help Caspian escape and then seeing him back in the castle again... I mean a disappointment level I can relate.

• I wish I could be woken up at night by Caspian, with a sword on my throat? Depends on my mood.

• Miraz being so done is a mood.

• They all are in Miraz's bedroom like:

• Edmund literally headbutts a man wearing a metal helmet. I am speechless.

• You don't have sword? Don't worry you have a torch... just don't break it.

• Reepicheep and his friends pushing that thing makes me cry and scream.

• “Who exactly are you doing this for Peter?” THE LOOK ON PETER'S FACE.

• When Peter screams “FOR NARNIA!”

• My Queen Susan throwing an arrow to man and killing him despite his armour. I. LOVE. ONE. POWERFUL. QUEEN.

• Sometimes I wish I was an minatour.

• Edmund kicking that dude's head by sliding. A simple and powerful move.

• OKAY SO MIRAZ PUSHING THIS MINATOUR IS VERY PERSONAL TO ME. AND I AM VERY PISSED OF.

• And that minatour holding the door. I love you, you strong and scary baby. And I always will.

• When Edmund casually jumps back, I hear Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa playing.

• That moment when other Narnians are trapped inside and Peter and Susan watch them... MY BABY PETER HAVE HAD ENOUGH PLEASE LET HIM REST. And Edmund seeing the dead bodies...

• That agressive “HEY!” from Caspian and the way Peter and him just scream at each other, idk what to say but it is sort of funny.

• When mama centaur cries, you know I'm dead on the floor.

• King Miraz getting on his throne... Sassy and majestic af. He is a psycho but you know he has taste.

• “What do you want? Congratulations?” Okay Caspian put that sarcasm down babe.

• When my mom watched the scene where The White Witch sort of comes back for the first time, she was like “Not that bitch witch again.”

• The way Peter pushes Caspian is skcjskfsj MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY

• And Edmund killing the wolfish thing is so cool, he is a very talented warrior. Also him stabbing Jadis, he gives like zero fucks.

• And when the ice is broken, they see Aslan on the wall and it is such a strong scene!!

• Can someone please explain me why Miraz and his men wear those freaking helmets?

• “And she won't be alone.” WE. LOVE. ONE. SUPPORTIVE. AND PROTECTIVE. SISTER.

• No, Caspian you may not, no matter how hot you say Miraz.

• Edmund in Miraz's place... Just perfect. That sass, that confidence, that intelligence. THAT look on his face.

• “Your brother's sword is sharper than his pen.” It is an adage in Turkish btw: “A pen is sharper than a sword.”

• “Or hooves.” Lucy, was that joke really necessary honey?

• THE LOVE OF MY LOVE AND MY ONE TRUE LOVE PETER SAYING “WELL, FEEL FREE.” AND “JUST. ONE.” WITH A BRAVE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH.

• Queen Susan standing on her own, holding her bow to hunt men... YES. QUEEN.

• Proud brother™ Edmund.

• The way Peter snarls at Miraz. I mean I WOULD SURRENDER TO HIM.

• AND MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION FOR PRAISING WILLIAM'S ACTING? He fights amazing and his expressions are both beautiful and real. He makes you feel what Peter feels. I just love the way he portrays Peter.

• “Keep smiling.” King Edmund just knows things.

• And the way he just doesn't listen Peter and fixes his arm... 10/10

• When he hits Miraz's wound. He is a smart fighter, and I'll not even bring up how he stabs Miraz.

• “It's not mine to take.” Me inside: *MINE IS YOURS TO TAKE.*

• Caspian just stop screaming and kill this bitch for Aslan's sake.

• “Not one like you.” WITH TEARS ON HIS BEAUTIFUL BLACK EYES. I HATE HIM SOMETIMES.

• Although I hate that they have to fight again, what the Lord did was really smart, I have to admit.

• Have I told you that I hate that ball-throwing-machines?

• Queen Susan telling archers to get ready and Prince Caspian telling “Narnians, attack!” while riding his horse. ALSO WHAT THEY DID WAS SO CLEVER. PETER COUNTING WITH THAT BRAVE FACE.

• My baby Peter fighting again. And Caspian coming out of the underground. *CHEFS KISSES*

• KING EDMUND RIDING A HORSE AND ARROWING PEOPLE?? MORE CHEFS KISSES.

• Reepicheep's tiny armour OMG

• I HATE THAT BALL-THROWING-MACHINES.

• When they all run again (Not to mention Peter has to attack and fight like for like the hundredth time) THEY LOOK FREAKING GOOD AND MAJESTIC AND KING EDMUND CUTTING MEN IS PER.FECT.

• I AM IN STRONG NEED OF HUGHING AN ASLAN.

• THE TREES ARE COMING BACK HELL FREAKING YESSS!!!

• Queen Susan killing with this bows and arrow is just perfect. I love her. Like so much.

• Ooh there is shield wall? Don't worry Narnians will jump on it.

• Peter proudly saying “Lucy,” and looking at Caspian like “Hehe did you expect that?”

• And my baby yells “For Aslan!” and goes to fight. AGAIN.

• Lucy and her dagger? FREAKING DANGEROUS. RUN AWAY.

• Welcome water grandpa, you are very cute!!!

• Aslan is like hehe this is my friend. He is very proud of his friend.

• The guilt on their faces when they see Aslan is so cute.

• “All of you.” SHUT UP YOU MADE ME CRY AGAIN.

• OH AND REEPICHEEP. PLEASE I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH. HE'S HAD ENOUGH.

• Aslan calling him “Small one.” awWWW

• “Do you see him now?” QUEEN LUCY NEVER STUTTERS.

• Okay but the way they all look perfect during the parade. Caspian's crown and Susan's dress are my favs.

• AND THAT LOOK ON SUSAN'S FACE. IT KILLS ME.

• What the hell is Caspian wearing when Telmars go back?

• There is a talking lion in front of them and Telmarines still are amazed by a turning tree.

• Peter looks so good in blue and him giving his sword to Caspian is awwww again.

• Peter and Susan are the ones who'll not come back again and they both wear blue while Lucy and Ed wears green.

• Peter shaking hands with the centaur is an another awwww.

• The kiss makes me feel weird but I'm alright with that.

• “I'm 1300 years older than you.” is CUTE TO ME.

• Peter's proud brother smile. 10/10

• The way Lucy looks back at Aslan breaks my heart.

• THE ENDING KILLS ME. DESTROYS ME. VANISHES MY EXISTENCE. THAT LION ROAR. THAT SONG. OH HOW I LOVE THIS MOVIE AND NARNIA MOVIES... I AM CRYING AGAIN.

oooh okay, thank you for sharing this emotional roller-coaster with me. i hope you enjoy it.

love, andrea.♡