#the second gif… he’s so happy… sobs for 30 years

[stark-lord]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (2024)

1.06 - The Case of the Creeping Forest

for @nix-nihili

[charlies-gillespie]

 everything to lose | luke patterson

paring: fem!ghost!reader x ghost!luke patterson

summary: Luke confronts reader, the daughter of Caleb Covington, after he finds out what the shocks mean. reader tries to help Luke do what he needs to do so he and his bandmates can

length: medium

rating: PG-13

warnings: a lot of angst, swearing / cussing, jatp spoilers if you haven’t watched episode 5 or later

!! NOT MY GIF !!

MASTERLIST

“I can’t believe you did that to them, Dad,” you shout. “Why can’t you just listen to them when they tell you they already have a band?” You just found out that your father, Caleb Covington, used his stamp on the Sunset Curve boys because they refused his offer.

Your father sips out of his mug and says, “You know the reason, my darling. They’re just too powerful.”

With a groan, you say, “Sometimes, I really don’t like you.”

After finishing his mug of whatever he was drinking, your father says, “You’re stuck with me for eternity, my daughter. You better get around to liking me.” He poofs out of your room in the Hollywood Ghost Club and you grab your jacket.

You’ve made it your mission to go and tell Luke and his bandmates what’s going to happen to them since your father used his stamp on them. Maybe they can figure out what their unfinished business is and they can cross over.

So you poof out of the Hollywood Ghost Club and to the studio where your crush and his bandmates practice. You peep inside and don’t see Luke. A sigh of defeat passes your lips and you step back. You think about where they could be, or at least where Luke would be.

You poof to South Broadway, in front of the Orpheum. You find Willie, your best friend, talking to Luke, Alex, and Reggie. Luke looks behind Willie at you. He has a look of anger on his face and he walks around Willie to get to you.

“What the hell, Y/N?” Luke says, approaching you. “You let Caleb just stamp us?”

Immediately, you say, “I’m sorry, Luke. I didn’t know that he would use the stamp on you. I never wanted him to.”

Luke looks at you and he says, “The guys and I love our band with Julie, and Caleb just took that away from us. We either have to join his band, cross over, or get destroyed by these jolt things.”

Quickly, you reach out and try to touch Luke. He backs away from you and your face falls. “Luke, please,” you beg. “I never wanted this. I’ve seen how happy you are with Julie and the band. I never wanted that to be taken away from you guys. I tried to talk him down but he wasn’t having it. Okay?”

He says, “I just met you a few weeks ago. How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Because in the eighty or so years that I’ve been a ghost, I’ve never met anyone like you, Luke,” you say, staring up at the guy in front of you. “I always kept to myself until Willie introduced me to you. I was scared to talk to anyone just for this reason. Until I met you. My father is insanely powerful and I can’t do anything to stop him.”

Luke’s face softens and he says, “All we wanted was to get revenge on our bandmate for what he did to us and now we’re cursed.”

Your voice drops to a whisper and you say, “I’m sorry, Luke. I really am. I wish he wasn’t like this.” You look down at your feet.

Both of you are quiet before Luke sighs, reaching out and holding your hand. You look at your connected hands and you finally look up at him. “I’m sorry I blamed you, Y/N,” he says. “I’m just frustrated that these are my only options. I know that this isn’t your fault and that you don’t have control over what he does.”

“I don’t know what I can do, Luke,” you admit. “I just wish that you had never met him, or me or even Willie because it was us that got you into this.”

Luke shakes his head and says, “I wouldn’t take back meeting you. Meeting you has been one of my favorite things that’s happened to me since I became a ghost.”

You say, “But you’re cursed and you’ll die all over again.”

He takes a step closer to you and he says, “I’ll die over and over again if it meant meeting you.”

There’s a whoosh noise and you look to your right, knowing who’s standing there. Luke looks over at your father and the guys run up to the two of you.

Your father looks between you and Luke before he says, “Hm, it seems like I’ve interrupted something here.”

“What do you want?” you spit at him. “You’ve done enough, Dad.”

The only people here that knew he was your father were Willie and Luke. Alex and Reggie didn’t know, but now they do. It’s not a big deal that they know but how to you tell new friends that your father is the owner of the most famous ghost clubs and one of the most powerful ghosts?

Luke confidently stands at your side, looking up at your father as he says, “That’s not how you speak to me, young lady. I thought you learned your lesson.”

You say, “You don’t own me. You can’t control me. None of your powers work on me because I’m your blood. You can’t own my soul. I have no consequences when it comes to speaking to you in a certain way or how I act.”

Your father says, “You don’t have any consequences, Y/N.” He waves his hands and a jolt hits the Sunset Curve boys. Luke lets go of your hand as he stumbles back. You look at him with worry all over your face before spinning back to your father. “But they do. Now, boys, let me make my offer again. You can join my house band and these jolts will simply just stop. Alex, you’ll always be able to see Willie. Luke, you’ll be able to see Y/N whenever you’d like. If you’re destroyed or you cross over, you won’t get any of that.”

“We’re never joining your house band,” Luke says through his teeth. You turn your head and look at the musician. His eyes flicker to you before returning to your father.

He says, “Have it your way.” Your father waves his hand again and there’s another jolt that hits the guys. All three grunt. Willie has his hand on Alex’s shoulder and you run over to Luke, whose back is pressed against the wall of the building. You lace your fingers with Luke’s as your father poofs away.

You look up at Luke and you say, “You have to cross over, Luke. Soon.”

Luke says, “I don’t know how to do that.”

Willie chimes in and says, “You have to do your unfinished business. It’s why you came back as ghosts.”

Alex, Reggie, and Luke all look at each other before Luke says, “i guess we have to play the show that we never got to play then.”

They need to play the Orpheum.

***

You and Willie help Luke and his band get booked at the Orpheum the next day. Willie drives the bus of Panic! At The Disco’s opening act out into the desert over 200 miles away. The two of you poof to the boys, who stand right outside the venue. Just as you both poof to the guys, they get hit with a jolt. You walk up to Luke and ask, “You okay?”

“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” Luke says, shrugging. “Um, can I talk to you for a second?”

After nodding, you and Luke walk away. The two of you stand in the alleyway beside the Orpheum. You look up at Luke and he sighs. “I’ve never felt anything for anyone before you. I’m not just saying this because I’m either about to cross over or get destroyed by the jolts,” he admits to you. “I just, I don’t have many regrets and I’d definitely regret it if I didn’t tell you that I really like you.”

Your eyes widen and you say, “Luke, I-”

Luke says, “I have everything to lose, Y/N. You, my band, everything. I’d rather have you and Julie sleep peacefully knowing that I crossed over instead of getting destroyed.”

You can see the tears in his eyes and you say, “I wish I could do something, Luke. I wish that this wasn’t the end of us, even though there never really was an ‘us’ to begin with. I wanted an us.”

He sniffles and you reach up, brushing his hair off his forehead before he says, “I wanted an us too.”

Luke cups your face in his hands and you look up at him. He leans down and presses a light kiss to your lips. You sigh and slowly kiss him back. Your eyes are screwed shut and a few tears escape, falling down your cheeks and wetting them.

After a second, Luke pulls back and looks down at you. “If, by some miracle, I survive this. If something happens and we don’t cross over and I don’t get destroyed by the jolts, I’ll meet you here at midnight,” he says. You nod and stare up at him.

You lean up and peck his lips before Luke walks off. You lean against the wall of the Orpheum and sigh, closing your eyes.

You hate your father for taking away the only guy you’ve ever liked since you became a ghost. Luke would never leave his band with Julie to join your father’s band, and you respect that.

Later that night, you’re back in the same spot. You were able to sneak into the Orpheum to see Luke’s performance with his band. He looked handsome in his suit with no sleeves and messy hair as he played his guitar. You lean your head back and close your eyes.

Minutes tick by. It’s close to 12:30 now. He either crossed over or he didn’t make it.

Soft sobs begin to leave your lips as you let it sink in that you’ll never see Luke again.

There’s a whooshing sound and you assume that it’s your father so you don’t look. Someone walks toward you and you feel someone wipe away your tears. Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with Luke’s pretty hazel eyes. You gasp softly and throw your arms around Luke.

“You made it,” you whisper.

Luke chuckles and says, “I made it. I’m okay. I don’t know how but the curse is gone.”

You pull back just enough to meet Luke’s eyes. “You did amazing tonight, by the way,” you tell him. “I was able to sneak in.”

He smiles and says, “The suit is thanks to your father. I lost the sleeves in the poof.”

“I don’t mind,” you admit. “I like the no sleeves. Definitely shows off your muscles.” You run your fingers up and down his biceps to prove your point.

Luke laughs and says, “You love my arms. Noted.”

You smile and say, “I also love your kisses.”

“We’ve only kissed once, Y/N,” Luke tells you. You lean your head up.

“It’s time to change that, Luke,” you say. With a little laugh, Luke leans down and kisses you again. The kiss is a little rougher than the kiss you shared with him earlier in the day. Both of you are more hungry for each other because neither of you thought that you’d be standing here with him.

Maybe because the curse is gone, you’d get to have the relationship you want with Luke. Maybe this is the guy you can spend your ghostly years with. You almost lost him, and you’ve promise yourself that you’d never let him go again.

[trumpkinhotboy]

All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

...

Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

[toomanyfandoms02]

The Screw // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This wasn't a request BUT I loved it. It's based off of the gif below.

Summary - Matthew gives the screw from his knee to a special girl.

Word Count - 1.5k

Y/n had been in a loving relationship with Matthew for quite some time, 3 years, 9 months and 16 days to be exact. She was 100% sure that he was the man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The biggest thing in their relationship was Halloween, of course.

She had weathered more than 3 Halloweens with the man. Before they were together, they bought eachothers costumes. She got him a sexy nurse costume, and Matthew was not one to back down from a dare. So he wore it to the Halloween party and proudly told everyone that she had gotten it for him.

He had been nice and bought her a cloak from Harry Potter, it was even a cloak from your Hogwarts House. She was so grateful, and felt just a little *guilty*. A few months later they were together, just as everyone suspected they would be.

Their next Halloween they went with a little classic, PB&J. They stayed by eachothers sides the entire night to keep the costume true to itself. *Totally not because they couldn't get enough of eachother.*

The next year they were Scooby Doo characters. But they weren't what you would have expected. Not Fred and Daphne, no no.

They were Shaggy and Scooby.

Matthew had happily bounced around they party in his big Scooby costume, shouting every once in a while "Scooby Dooby Do!" To anyone who asked who he was. Y/n ventured around the house in a short dirty blonde wig, a Tie-Dye shirt, cargo shorts, and a comically large bong. Everyone quite enjoyed their weird sense of humor and obvious disregard for what people thought.

Last year they went as something only they would understand.

Matthew went as Edgar Allen Poe. He wore a white collared button up with a black scarf. Paired with black pants and a black suit jacket over it all. Y/n had used temporary hair dye to color his hair black, and they purchased a fake mustache to pull it all together. He then wanted her to go as Annabelle Lee.

*"You know that there is no description of Anabelle in his writing, right?" She argued.*

*"Yes, but he loved her so much. He loved her as she was and it was so strong that you don't even need to know how she looked." He brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "Just go in something flowy maybe, but go as you are. That's how I love you, that's why I love you." He said the words so nonchalantly, but they struck her in the heart like the sharpest of cupids arrows.*

*"Where do you come up with this beautifully poetic stuff?" She giggled, feeling more giddy and drunk in love than she had in quite a while.*

*"I'm Edgar Allen Poe, duh."*

So they went like that. They had to explain to so many people how their costume worked, and all of them found it *disgustingly* beautiful. It seemed that they were straight out of a book how perfect they were.

But this year they went back to their usual shenanigans. Matthew wanted to be something cheesy this year. He let her come up with 10 cheesy costumes, and he would make the final decision. She had been so excited about all of the costumes. After creating a list over the course of 2 days, she happily brought it to their living room and set the list on front of him.

1. Fred and Wilma Flintstone

2. Jim and Pam from The Office

3. Olive Oyl and Popeye

4. Oreo cookies

5. Sailor and Mermaid

6. Zombie Bride and Groom

7. Cookie and Milk

8. Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin

9. Magician and Rabbit

10. Barbie and Ken

He took one look at the list and knew exactly which one he wanted.

"I think we should do Zombie Bride and Groom." His answer came so quickly that it startled y/n a bit. But a smile was quickly plastered onto her face.

"Perfect! We can go get the costumes tomorrow and work on them." She picked up the list and circled the decision in red pen, a child like excitement shone in her eyes.

-

The latest Halloween party had come quicker than expected, and the couple was grateful for it. Matthew had been both extremely excited and nervous for this night. Y/n had practically been bouncing off the walls since they woke up that morning.

She woke up early to make Matthew breakfast in bed. She had looked up a tutorial online to make skull pancakes with yolks in the eyes. After she finished them they looked pretty pitiful, but Matthew looked at them like it was a painting by Vincent Van Gogh.

"Did you make these?" He sat up in the bed groggily, smelling syrup and warm pancakes.

"Yeah, they don't look that great." A nervous giggle erupted from her throat.

"I love them!" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hug on the bed. "Happy Halloween baby."

When 7 o'clock finally rolled around, y/n was standing in the bathroom, facing her full size mirror. She smoothed her hands down the white dress. It was only a 30 dollar dress, but she felt a little bad still that they tore it up for the sake of the costume. It was torn in multiple places, along with blood splatters here and there. Matthew had bloodied up his hand and put a few hand prints on it. Regardless, she thought it was cozy and warm to be in a wedding dress, even for Halloween. Blood was painted around her mouth and black eyeshadow around her eyes to make then seem sunken in. She had done something similar for her boyfriend. After admiring the wonderful Halloween work, she headed out to the living room.

Matthew had sat there on the couch the whole time she was in the bathroom. He was fiddling with a small box that he intended on using tonight. His foot tapped almost silently on the carpeted floor. The box was skillfully slipped into his back pocket as he heard the door to the bathroom click open.

"Ready?" She nodded her head violently as she grabbed his hand and lead him through the door.

-

The party was like any other. It was being held at AJ Cooks house as a final official get together for the cast and friends. Everyone whooped as y/n and Matthew entered her house.

"Going with another cool couples costume this year I see." AJ wore and FBI vest from the set. Y/n pulled at the strap of it a bit.

"I see *someone* stole a prop from set." She shrugged with a smile.

"Come on, it's my favorite thing to wear, and what better time to wear it." She giggled.

"I love it!"

"Well, enjoy the party you two." She gestured between us.

"We always do." Then they were off into the party.

They had each drank copious amounts of punch that had a floating head in it and eaten many 'bloody' pigs in a blanket, Matthew was running out of time, he thought. He brought her out to the backyard where there was a minimal amount of people.

"Aren't the stars pretty tonight?" She pointed to the sky as she leaned on his chest. He stared down at her messy figure, covered in blood but still looking more perfect to him than ever.

"Yes they are." She peered up to see him staring.

"You're so cheesy." Seeing her smile like that, he decided this was the right time. He unraveled her from his arms, pointing behind them.

"Hey, I think someone is calling for you over there." She whipped her head around to see that no one was standing there.

"Are you delusional?" She questioned with a chuckle. He was already down on one knee with the box. Once she span around her eyes immediately turned to the ground, happy tears already brimming. She looked closer at the object he was holding and let out a quiet sob.

"Is that," she sniffled, "Is that the screw from your knee." She laughed a bit into the statement, leaning down to examine it.

"Maybe?" His head tilted with the biggest smile she had ever seen on the man.

"Oh my gosh I love it so much." She grabbed it from his hands and pulled him to his feet. The small screw sat in the palm of her hand, rolling around a bit.

"I said I was going to give it to a special girl some day." Her face lit up at the statement. "I totally forgot to ask if you would marry me." He remarked with a dumbfounded look.

"Is that even a question?" She squealed, placing her arms around his neck. He pulled a second box from his pocket that held a ring and slipped it on her finger. They both stood and hugged for a while, just reveling in eachother presences.

"I hope you know I'm bringing this screw to the wedding, I'm gonna wear it as a necklace." She whispered excitedly.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." He placed a loving kiss on *his* y/n's head.

The feeling was mutual that they couldn't *wait* to spend the rest of their lives with eachother.

[write-orflight]

Trouble: Chapter 5

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: HotchxReader

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Rating: M

Words: 2.4K

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, choking, slight degradation, sexual contact, dom/sub overtones. TW!! mention of past rape/abuse. witch shit.  

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: After Haley’s passing, Aaron Hotchner has lost the light in his eyes. He seems to find it it the most unlikely of places, an occult themed coffee shop ran by a witch.

A.N There is a Trigger warning for the beginning of this chapter! Talks heavily of past abuse and Rape please if that is something that will trigger you, skip to the first break! Take care of yourselves, Cia

Chapter 5: My sweet love, won't you pull me through? 

You were sitting at the table of your shop opposite of Hotch, drinking tea. Or at least trying to, Aaron decided to try and make you some but it was disgusting. You couldn’t help but smile at the effort though. 

He watched you intensely before you sighed. 

“I met Charlie about half way into my senior year of college. He was TA of my psychology class and everyone wanted him so I guess I felt special that he wanted me, a quiet girl from a hick town. He was sweet in the beginning, always planning these elaborate dates, never once forgot an anniversary or birthday; it wasn’t until we were dating for a year that he changed. He was jealous, at first it was just guys at bars who happened to hit on me, he would get mad then it started to be the waiter at a restaurant or the guy servicing my car. He always blamed me called me the slut for trying to fuck other men while we were together.” You sighed, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. “Pretty soon after that is when he started beating me. I felt so hopeless and dark and it seemed like I could do nothing right. Nothing was going to stave off his hand. One night, we were out together and as we were leaving the bartender slipped me his number. Charlie was furious, said I had to have been doing something to make him do that and that if I was going to act like a whore he was going to fuck me like one.” 

You were fully sobbing now and Aaron was immediately out of his chair, hugging you tightly. He says nothing for a while, just  let’s you quietly sob into his shoulder. 

“You don’t have to talk about it, I understand. We can stop, dove.” He whispers. You shake your head. 

“No, I need you to know this.” You choke on another sob before clearing your throat. “He raped me, and didn’t even bother to use protection… so some time after that, I found out I was pregnant with Bean. I couldn’t let him anywhere near her so I ran. And he found out about Bean around her 1st birthday. Silena’s a good friend who followed me anywhere but this is the 3rd state we’ve moved to, to avoid Charlie. I can’t do that to her or Bean again. I’m not leaving this time.” 

“You don’t have to, okay? I’ve got you.” Aaron says. “It’s not just you guys anymore. You have me now, okay? And I’m sure the team wouldn’t want they’re favorite coffee place gone so you have them too.” He laughs, inducing a chuckle from you too. 

Silena comes out of the kitchen then. “I’m going to head out, but I don’t want to leave you alone.” She says, sadly. 

“I’ll be fine, Sil.” You roll your eyes “Go sleep.” 

“My sister in law has Jack tonight, I’ll stay with her.” Aaron adds. “That is if you want me to.” 

“Uh, yea. That’s fine.” You flush. “Goodnight, Silena.” 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” She moves to hug you which you instantly return. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She whispers in your ear, winking as she pulls back. You roll your eyes.

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Soon after you and Hotch head up the creaky stairs of the shop to your apartment in silence. You relieve Malia, Artie’s babysitter who asks if everything’s ok because she heard yelling. You reassure her everything’s fine and see her out. 

“If you want to wait here you can, I’m going to check on Bean.” You say, Hotch nods and watches you walk away. 

He takes this time to survey your apartment. He's never been in it before and now he knows why. It wasn’t that it was dirty, in fact it was clean and organized but it seemed every corner, shelf or place you could find space there were mason jars with labels like, Moon water, Banishing powders, Aura Repair tea, Mugwort, etc. Uses that, of course still eluded Hotch to this day, despite knowing and dating you for some time. The only shelves not taken up by jars are the altar where Silver and white candles are half melted, alongside some stones and various flowers. The second shelf was littered with frames. Hotch stopped to look at them, there were a lot of pictures. You, standing with an older couple who Hotch assumed were your parents, He didn’t particularly like that one because though you were smiling you can tell that you aren’t happy in the slightest bit. The next is a photo of you, Silena, and a third girl he never met on your graduation day, your hair is blue in this photo and you have Silena in a headlock in one arm and your degree in the other. The next one was you in a hospital bed, holding a sleeping child, flipping off whoever was holding the camera, red hair frizzled beyond belief. The last photo was his favorite though, it’s you and Silena, standing in front of a building that he immediately recognized as Hallowed Grounds, both in paint splattered overalls, your green hair tied up in a red bandana. 

“That was the day we finally signed the deed for HG.” He hears behind him, he turns to see you smiling. “The realtor we signed with laughed at us because we showed up to the meeting with paint cans. He wanted us to look at different places but we knew as soon as we saw it this was the place for our shop.” 

“I’m glad it was, I don’t think we would’ve met if you opened somewhere else.” Hotch says. 

You shake your head, grabbing his hand to rub your thumb across his knuckles. “I don’t believe in ‘what ifs’, The goddess tends to steer me in the right direction. So I believe when I opened my shop here it was just her steering me towards you.”  

Hotch looks at you for a second, smiling. “Come here.” He says, tugging you into a passionate kiss. You sigh deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands leave small bruises along your hips. You both look at each other headily before you whisper. 

“We should go to bed.” 

Aaron looks at you sincerely. “You sure, Y/N? I don’t want you to feel press-I can take the couch--” 

“Come to bed with me, Aaron.” You cut him off, grabbing his hand. “Please.” 

He nods and allows you to lead him to your bedroom. Hotch takes in the space for a second while you enter the bathroom to change. There were plants pretty much all over the room, some hanging, some shelved and some in a planters box outside the cracked window. 

He looks at you when you come out the bathroom, only wearing a giant long sleeve Stevie Nicks sweater. He raises an eyebrow at you. 

“I don’t tolerate Stevie Nicks slander in this house. She’s like the queen of earth witches so whatever comment you have, keep it to yourself.” You say, climbing into bed. Hotch takes this time to undress from the suit he’s wearing. You try not to watch to give him privacy but you can’t seem to take your eyes away as you watch him peel off the layers until he’s left with nothing but his boxers. His broad chest and toned stomach now on display before you. You smiled as he turned back to you, looking into your eyes before he turned out your light and climbed into bed beside you. You instantly turn towards him, laying your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around your waist and you feel a kiss on your temple as you drift off. 

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You wake up gasping hours later. You haven’t had a nightmare in years but you suppose with Charlie being back in was only a matter of time before those came back too. You suddenly feel arms around you, you flinch but then you remember last night and Aaron staying over. 

“What’s wrong, dove?” He mumbles. 

“Nothing, just a nightmare.” You sigh. “What time is it?” 

“Little after 9:30.” 

You spring out of bed shit. “Shit, Artie! And I have to open the shop—“ 

“Silena came and picked up Artie for school earlier. And Malia is picking her up.” Hotch says. “And I’ve been instructed to tell you to ‘not under any circumstances come in the shop’ You’re taking a mandatory day off.” 

“But— I’ve gotta… there’s nothing for me to do?” You say, confused. It’s been years since you haven’t had anything to do. 

“No, dove.” Hotch smiles. “Now, Do you want to come back to bed?” 

You weigh your options for a second. “No, but would you like to shower with me?” 

Aaron is immediately up, pushing you towards the bathroom as you laugh heartily. 

Aaron’s hands were on you the second you were under the warm spray together. One cupping the side of your jaw while the other roamed your body. You sighed heavily, melting into his touch, opening your mouth to grant him permission. He pushes you up against your shower wall, hand wrapping around your neck, not squeezing yet, while the other toys your breast and nipple. 

“You’re so beautiful, dove.” He says and you can’t help the whine that leaves your body while he moves his hand to your heated core. “You want me to take care of you?” He asks, you nod. A loud moan ripping through you as he slides a digit into your sex. He just watches you for a minute, fingers thrusting into you repeatedly while he thumb circles you clit in pace. His other hand roams your body, over your breast before settling around your neck again. 

“Fuck! G-“ You started, you held your tongue though. As much as times like this made you want to call on any deity in praise. You knew specifically your patron would not approve. You settled for another loud moan. 

“You sound so pretty.” Hotch says, a small smile playing on his lips while he kisses your neck. “You going to come for me, Princess?” He asks, you nodded wildly. Unable to do anything but gasp. “Go ahead, dove.” He says while you release yourself on his fingers. Hips moving involuntarily to ride out your orgasm. Hotch kisses every part of your face that he can reach before turning you around so your back was to him. 

You feel him pepper small kisses in your shoulders, his erection rubbing against your backside, you moan at the feel of it. 

“I need to be inside you, Dove.” He says, hot against your ear. “Can I?” You nod, fast pushing back against him. “I need to hear you say it, Princess.” He says. 

“Fuck me.” You say, out of breath almost. “Please, Sir.” 

“Good girl.” He says before pulling up your right leg and sliding into you. The both of you groan at the first contact. He grips you tighter as he sets a fast almost bruising pace. The water had run cold but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. You were shaking unbelievably, extremely lucky you had Hotch holding you up. 

“Fuck, Y/n.” He sighed, hot in your ear. “You’re so fucking wet and tight.” He moves his hand to your clit, pushing somehow deeper into you. You whimper, pushing back against him. “You gonna come again, Princess?” You nod shaking, moaning loudly trying to hold yourself up against the shower wall. You moan one last time as your release takes over you, your sex clenching tightly around Aaron. 

“Fuck, that’s it, dove. You’re such a good girl.” He says, lowly into your ear. “You want me to fill you up?” 

“Yes, Sir please!” You say struggling to stay upright due to his brutal pace. He groans deeply into your ear as he gives a few shallow thrust before releasing himself inside of you. 

You’re in such a daze you barely notice the rag cleaning you up. Aaron kisses the side of your temple whispering sweet nothings soft in your ear as he cleans you diligently. Pretty soon, the two of you are out the shower and he wraps you in a towel. 

“You ok, Dove?” he says, soft to you. “Do you need something?” 

You step out of the bathroom to get clothes. “I’m fine, Aaron. I just need a second.” 

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.” He says, analyzing you. 

“Of course not.” You smile. “I’m just trying to figure out what deity to thank for giving me you.” 

He smiles back at you, pressing a kiss to your hand. 

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You and Aaron hardly had days off. It was one of the qualities you liked about each other, the meticulous work drive. But now that you did have time to yourself (No work, no kids.) You found yourselves unsure what to do. 

Which is why you suggested the museum. 

It’s been so long since you’ve been able to go to a regular museum that wasn’t a children’s one, The two of you spent  the afternoon actually looking at the art and exhibits. Talking quietly to each other, Hotch’s hand at some point ends up in yours and you smile softly at him. 

Next the two of you stop at The Crystal Fox, an occult shop that you tend to get your supplies from, as you were running low on candles. Hotch listens diligently as you tell him about the power behind different herbs and candles depending on the deity you serve. He tries to keep up with what you’re saying but in the end it’ll always be too much for him to understand. 

When you guys realize it’s getting late, you opt to see a movie after lamenting to each other that it’s been a while since you’ve seen a movie that wasn’t animated garbage. Aaron buys your tickets and you have to threaten him with bodily harm to let you buy the snacks. The two of you settle into the movie, you laying your head on his chest while his arms go around you.   

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After the movie, he drives you back to the apartment. You kiss Aaron goodbye a couple times as he seems reluctant to let you go. As you climb the stairs of your apartment, nothing could have prepared you for the site you’d seen. 

Your sitter, Malia, is dead on your living room floor. Obviously hit with something heavy multiple times. You run to Artie’s room, choking on sobs not prepared for the site you might see. But the site you see… is nothing. 

Your daughter is missing.   

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BTS Scenario: Forgetting an Important Date.

Prompt: BTS forgets an important date (your birthday/anniversary) 

Requested?: No

Genre: Angst, some fluff

Word Count: 3898

Warnings: A few swear words

Requests are OPEN!

Female reader. Gifs are not mine

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Kim Namjoon:

He had a feeling that there was something important that he was missing but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. BTS had been working hard on their next comeback and as the leader he felt he had the most responsibility. He blamed the nagging feeling as stress and did his best to ignore it as he tried to focus on work. Unfortunately for Namjoon, the thing that he was forgetting just so happend to be your birthday. You understood the stress that your boyfriend was under and tried your best to support him so you weren’t too mad when you didn’t wake up to balloons and streamers decorating the house. The least he could have done was send you a text though, yet none of the happy birthday messages you received were from him. In fact, you hadn’t heard anything from Namjoon for the past week. You were disappointed, but didn’t want to let him ruin your day so you got dressed and went to spend the day with your friends, at least they remembered. The day was quite eventful and you ended up having a lot of fun, though you couldn’t stop the disappointment at the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t celebrating with you. There was a part of you that hoped he would be there to at least spend the evening with you but that hope disappeared when you walked into an empty apartment. Namjoon had actually forgotten your birthday. You physically deflated as you went to get ready for bed, taking a long shower and changing into your pajamas before realizing that he still hadn’t come home. Now you were upset, grabbing your phone to call him and demand an explanation. As expected, he didn’t answer, and after a few more tries you gave up and left him a voicemail ranting on how he forgot on top of ignoring you for a week. You were honestly starting to feel like he didn’t care anymore. After hanging up, you turned off your phone and got into bed, wanting to sleep off your frustrations. Namjoon had been so caught up in work that he fell asleep at the studio, meaning he didn’t see your message until the following morning. The second he heard your disappointed voice reminding him about your birthday he cursed and tossed his phone down. He knew he was forgetting something but how could he have been so careless. After failing to get ahold of you he grabbed his things and rushed out of the building, stopping to grab you flowers and your favorite candy before heading over to your apartment. As soon as you opened the door he was pulling you into a tight hug and apologizing for his ignorance. 

“I knew I was forgetting something jagi, I am so sorry! I promise I’ll make it up to you! I’ll take the next few days off and spoil you like the princess you are how does that sound?”

Kim Seokjin:

Jin knew that your guys’ anniversary was coming up. He already had your present and was planning to get home early and make dinner for you so the two of you could celebrate once you got home from work. He had everything planned out, from what he would make you to when he would give you your present. The one thing he didn’t remember? The day that he was actually supposed to do all of this. With BTS constantly working on new projects, there was rarely a free moment in their schedule and somehow Jin had managed to get the days mixed up. He thought your anniversary was the weekend and didn’t realize that it was actually today, so he thought nothing of it when the guys all decided to go out to eat once they got a free moment. You had already been having a rough day because of work, it seemed that nothing you did was right and your boss loved to remind you of that. Still, the thought of celebrating your anniversary kept you going and you were more than ready to spend the evening relaxing with your boyfriend. To your surprise however, the apartment was empty when you got home which you thought was odd since Jin had promised that he would be home in time to celebrate with you. At first you thought that maybe something came up and he had to stay late, checking your phone to see if he had texted you, but there was nothing. Now worried that something might have happened, you quickly hit the call button and began pacing around the room as you waited for him to pick up. 

“Hello?”

“Jin? Is everything alright? You were supposed to be home by now?” you asked frantically, there was silence from the other end as Jin tried to figure out what you were talking about. 

“Everything's fine, the members all wanted to go out to eat, sorry I thought I texted you.” You almost dropped the phone when you heard that, realization setting in that he had forgotten your anniversary. “Jagi? Are you there?” you said nothing in reply and hung up the phone. Tears silently ran down your cheeks as you walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed, wanting nothing more than for the day to be over. He promised you that he would be home? How could he have forgotten? 

Meanwhile Jin was blowing up your phone with messages asking you what was wrong and if you were okay. You had suddenly hung up and weren’t answering him and he was worried. It finally hit him when he looked back through his notifications and saw the alert he had made to remind him of the day, guilt crashing over him and tears clouding his vision as he begged the date to change. He had forgotten, he had everything planned so perfectly and he ruined it. He immediately rushed home, grabbing your present and walking to your guys’ shared bedroom, praying you would let him make it up to you. Jin sat beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder as he handed you the small box. 

“I am so sorry baby. I didn’t forget I swear, I had everything planned but got the dates mixed up. Look, I have your present right here and tomorrow I’ll treat you to dinner okay? Please forgive me!”

Min Yoongi:

It was your two year anniversary with Yoongi and you had everything planned out perfectly. Reservation for a nice restaurant, check. Brand new dress that you bought specifically for this occasion, check. The new headphones he had been eyeing since their release, check. More potential surprises for where the night may lead, check. Yoongi had been working hard on his new mixtape which made you even more excited for this date, you two hadn’t been able to spend time together in weeks and you knew he needed to take a break from his work. You had told Yoongi about the reservation every day leading up to your anniversary, and every time he promised he would be there and would recite the time back to you. Yet, when the time actually came, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You were all dressed up, sitting in the middle of the restaurant waiting for your boyfriend who was yet to show up. At first you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he had just got stuck in traffic or something came up at the studio. After 15 minutes with no sign of him and questioning looks from your server, you decided to text him. 

‘I’m at the table, are you almost here?’

‘Hello?’

‘Our reservation was 30 minutes ago! Where are you?’

‘I’m starting to get weird looks.’

‘Yoongi!’

‘Answer me!’

‘I’m going home...’

Humiliated and furious, you quickly paid for your drink and left the restaurant, trying to ignore all the sympathetic stares from other diners. Yoongi had promised he would be there and yet he stood you up! He hadn’t even read your messages. Tears clouded your vision as you tried to focus on the road, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep until this became a bad dream. You hadn’t expected to find Yoongi home already, curled up in your shared bed and fast asleep. The sight only upset you further as you quickly changed, took off your makeup, and went to sleep on the couch, you didn’t want to be near him. 

Yoongi was confused when he woke up alone the next morning, you always slept in with him on your days off. He had come home exhausted the night before and passed out before realizing that you weren’t home, so he hadn’t realized anything was wrong. Still confused, he reached for his phone and that was when he saw the messages you sent him. “Shit,” your anniversary, it had completely slipped his mind. Yoongi ran a hand over his face in anger before jumping out of bed to go find you, hoping you were home so he could apologize. He was both relieved and heartbroken to see you asleep on the couch, dried tears staining your cheeks. Guilt continued to eat at him as he slowly approached you, finally breaking down once he noticed your present for him sitting on the table beside you. Letting out a quiet sob, he threw himself onto the couch and hugged you tightly, waking you up in the process. 

“I’m such an ass, I promised I would be there and I wasn’t. I’m sorry baby, we’ll go out now! I’ll do anything you want just please don’t hate me. I love you so much I swear!” 

Jung Hoseok:

Since Hoseok would be on tour during your actual birthday, the two of you had planned to celebrate it early instead. He was going to spend the weekend before he had to leave over at your place. You guys would cuddle, order takeout, watch movies and just enjoy each others presence. He would be gone for months and with the timezone differences you guys had decided that this would be the best plan. He would still call you on your actual birthday, but this way you guys could celebrate it in person. Fast forward to Friday night and you were excitedly getting everything ready for Hoseoks arrival. You had gone to the store earlier to pick up all your favorite snacks, put on your coziest pajamas, had Netflix up on the television, and brought out a ton of pillows and blankets so you guys could make a fort in the living room. The only thing missing now was Hoseok. You knew he had practice today but he had told you that he would come over the second he was done so you sat on the couch and waited patiently for him, your phone beside you in case he decided to call or text you. You weren’t too sure when he was supposed to get off but it was almost 10 pm now so you assumed he would be here in the next half hour. You were soon proven wrong when over an hour had passed and there was no sign of Hoseok. At first you played it off thinking that practice had run a little late, checking your phone to see if he texted you or tried to call...nothing. Taking a deep breath, you decided to call him and see how much longer, the phone ringing before going straight to voicemail. You sighed and gave up as you put on your favorite movie and got cozy on the couch, wanting to stay up and wait for him to arrive. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed until the movie was almost over and your eyelids were getting heavier by the second, falling asleep on the couch as the ending credits played. Hoseok had been so exhausted after practice that he could barely hold himself up. All that was running through his head was going home and falling asleep. It hadn’t even crossed his mind he had somewhere to be until Jungkook pointed it out once they were back at the dorms. 

“Hey hyung, correct me if I’m wrong but weren’t you supposed to spend the weekend at Y/n’s?” Hoseok was now much more awake as he shot up and checked the date on his phone. In his tired state he had completely forgotten about your guys plans. Hoseok said nothing to the members as he quickly grabbed his stuff and rushed over to your place while thinking of ways to make you forgive him. His heart dropped when he saw you had passed out on the couch, clearly waiting for him to arrive. Tears clouded his vision as he quickly changed out of his practice clothes and snuggled up with you on the couch, careful not to wake you up. Holding you close and pressing a soft kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry I’m late baby, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow I promise.” 

Park Jimin:

You and Jimin hadn’t been dating for too long, only a couple of months. You still loved him more than anything and he loved you but the two of you were still getting used to the other and being in a relationship. Due to the fact it was a new relationship, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to forget minor things such as what the others favorite food was or what time you were supposed to meet up for a date. Still, you guys had never actually forgotten a date and you had figured that Jimin would remember something significant like your birthday. When you texted him asking if he could come over for a bit and he responded with ‘Can’t have to practice.’ you shouldn’t have been surprised. You were disappointed though that you didn’t even get a “happy birthday” or “I love you” from him. It wasn’t like you were asking much, you weren’t even asking to see him in person. All you had wanted was for him to acknowledge that it was your birthday and you would have been fine. You guys could always celebrate it later when he was off from practice. You couldn’t dwell too long on your thoughts though since you got a call from your friend telling you to get ready and you guys were going out. You spent the whole day running around with your friends, going shopping, getting food, and just having a great time. The fact that Jimin still hadn’t said anything was forgotten as you all posed in front of the restaurant you had dinner at for a picture, immediately posting it to your social media. Jimin was just finishing up practice and was debating whether or not he should call and see if you still wanted him to come over, feeling bad that he had to tell you no earlier. Just as he was about to call you, he was stopped when he heard Taehyung gasp and turn to him, “Why didn’t you tell us it was Y/N’s birthday? We would have done something to celebrate.” 

“It’s what?!” Jimin asked as he pulled up your social media to see the picture you had posted. His face paled and he cursed under his breath, he hadn’t even known your birthday was coming up. 

“Wait,” Jungkook said, “did you actually forget her birthday?” 

“I did!” Jimin said as he ran his hand through his hair angrily, “I am such an idiot!” How could he have forgotten your birthday? The one date he should have engraved into his mind by now. 

“What are you still doing here then?” Hoseok asked, “go make it up to her before it's too late!” Jimin didn’t need to be told twice as he grabbed his things and ran out of the practice room. All of the shops were closing so he couldn’t get you a proper present but hopefully him being there would be enough until morning. On the way to your place, he pulled out his phone and called your number, letting out a sigh of relief when you picked up. 

“Hey princess, happy birthday! I’m so sorry I didn’t call you earlier but I am on my way now and we can spend the whole night together how does that sound?”

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung prided himself on having never forgotten an important date. Even if he couldn’t be there to celebrate with you, he would always plan something special to show you how much you meant to him. Whether that be your birthday, an anniversary, whatever the event may be, he always went above and beyond to celebrate. Perhaps that was the reason you were so disappointed when your anniversary came and there was no sign of Taehyung. He had left for work before you had woken up and you hadn’t gotten so much as a text from him saying when he would be home or even acknowledging your existence. You really wanted to believe that he didn’t forget and was still planning to surprise you after practice, or maybe he had done something and you just hadn’t seen it. Were your expectations too high? He had done something special every year so maybe he was just too busy to plan something and you were overreacting. That hope continued to disappear as the night continued and you still hadn’t heard anything from Taehyung. It was now a quarter to midnight and you were starting to get as worried as you were upset. He wasn’t reading your texts and all of your calls went to voicemail. Defeated, you decided to call Jimin and make sure that everything was okay. Anxiety filled you as you waited for the call to go through, the male finally picking up before the last ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Jimin,” you said with a sigh of relief, “do you know where Tae is? It’s almost midnight and he won’t answer his phone.”

Silence filled the other end before Jimin nervously replied, “He’s here with us at the dorm. Practice got out early so we decided to go out and he crashed as soon as we got back. Did you need something though? I can wake him up if you want to talk-”

“No it’s fine!” you cut him off, trying to contain your tears, “I was just wondering, guess it was stupid of me to wait for him.” Especially since he had clearly forgotten your anniversary and went out with the guys instead.

“Y/N is everything okay? You sound like you’re crying?” Jimin asked. 

You decided to be honest with him, “It’s our anniversary, I was waiting for him to come home and celebrate but I guess he forgot.” Before Jimin could do anything you quickly added, “Don’t wake him up though, I’m going to bed so it’s probably best he stay there, goodnight Jimin.”

When Taehyung woke up the next morning, he barely had time to breathe before all six of his bandmates were scolding him for being so forgetful. Shoving him out of the dorm while telling him to go spoil you and fix what he caused. Tae didn’t need to be told twice as he ran and got chocolate, flowers, and a large teddy bear before making his way to you. Knocking on the door, he suddenly felt nervous and hid behind the stuffed toy when you finally answered. 

“Tae Tae is very sorry for making you sad and promises to give you all the kisses and cuddles if you forgive him!” he said behind the teddy, looking up at you with a shy smile and hoping you’d forgive him.

Jeon Jungkook:

He had actually asked you out on your birthday, meaning that you celebrated both days at once. It made the day twice as special for the both of you, but also meant that it hurt a lot more when he ended up forgetting. Jungkook had promised the week before that he would take the day off and the two of you could spend it doing anything you wanted. He had made reservations in case you wanted to go out for dinner, but had also stocked up on snacks in case you wanted to stay in and play video games all day. You were beyond excited and looking forward to spending the day with your loving boyfriend. However, when you woke up you saw him getting ready as if he was about to leave the house. “Kookie where are you going?” you asked, sleep still evident in your voice. 

“Work,” he replied without looking at you, “Namjoon called and said they needed me for something so I have to go in.” You felt your heart drop a little when he said this, but tried to be understanding since you knew how important his career was. 

“Oh okay, when are you coming back?”

“Not too sure, I’ll probably stay there for a bit to catch up on practice as well if I can.” You shot out of bed and looked at him in shock. 

“What about your day off though? I thought we had plans today? You can’t just give those up for work!” it was hard not to raise your voice, but you were getting upset the more he blew you off. 

A sigh left Jungkook as he finally looked at you, “My career is important Y/N! I can’t just give that up for something we can reschedule, what is your problem?” Tears threatened to fall at any moment so you quickly turned and pulled the blanket over you. 

“Nothing, have fun at work I guess.” Jungkook wanted to ask what was bothering you so much but a quick glance at the time had him grabbing his things and rushing out the door, leaving you to cry silently at the fact he had forgotten both your birthday and anniversary. What he was needed for only ended up taking an hour or two before the members split off again to do their own thing. Jungkook had thought about going home since you seemed upset but figured a few more hours wouldn’t hurt and you clearly needed time to calm down. Namjoon gave the younger a confused look as he walked to the practice room, causing Jungkook to freeze. 

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you be going home to be with Y/N? I thought you took the day off to celebrate with her?”

“I did but I figured I may as well practice while I am here,” he said, still not getting the hint. 

“Why? Don’t you want to spend your anniversary with your girlfriend?” That’s when it finally hit him, pulling out his phone to check the date. He had taken the day off to celebrate with you and completely forgotten. Now it made sense why you were so upset earlier. 

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, quickly pushing past his leader and running to his car while trying to call you. After a good ten tries with no answer, he finally decided to text you. 

“Hey baby, you’re probably really mad at me right now and you deserve to be. Let me make it up to you though. Get dressed and I’ll be there in 20 minutes, we’re going out to celebrate the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

[winterune]

Happy 30th Birthday Uchiyama Kouki-san!!! | 16.08.20

Like what I have done previously to some of my favorite seiyuus, I will use this chance to write about my top Kouki Uchiyama roles to celebrate his 30th birthday (OMG Ucchi is already 30!!)

#1: Gin - Hotarubi no Mori e

I. AM. HURT. 

I’m sorry. This is the first Ucchi role I ever saw in one of the most beautiful anime movie I’ve ever watched T-T From the same mangaka and anime staff behind Natsume Yuujinchou comes this lovely, beautiful, heartbreaking anime about a girl who encountered a “youkai” in the woods behind her uncle’s home. I love this so much and Ucchi as Gin is sooo good T-T He’s sooo softtt I love him so much I’m still crying every time I think of Gin and this anime and even looking at that gif hurts me so much aaaaaaaa *sobs* definitely my ultimate #1 favorite Ucchi role <3 (sorry if I’m being incomprehensible here)

#2: Yoshino Takigawa - Zetsuen no Tempest

I LOVE THIS GUY!!! Another soft Ucchiii uwu OK yeah I don’t remember which Ucchi role I encountered first - Yoshino or Gin. But these two are definitely the characters that made me fall in love with Ucchi’s acting T-T I don’t remember much about Yoshino since it’s been so long since I last watched the anime (which I plan to watch again), but I do remember Yoshino being super sweet and I just love him?

#3: Toi Kuji - Sarazanmai

Ah yes, the Ucchi we have come to know and love lately. Brooding. Anti-social. He’s got the looks. He’s got the voice. But once you’ve come to know him, you realize there’s more to this kid than your average stay-away-from-me-i-do-bad-things brooding bad boy. The emotional range Ucchi projected! So raw! Sarazanmai is a masterpiece imo. A hidden gem from the 2019 winter line-up. A beautiful story about human connections hidden behind an absurdity you can only find in anime. And that’s what made this show amazing. I love it.

#4: Kei Tsukishima - Haikyuu!!

Tsukkiii <3 I love this snarky little shit lmao. That is all.

Lol jk, but well in all seriousness, I don’t really have much to say either? I love this guy. Yeah at times you just want to smack his head and stop being so salty all the time, but Tsukki has one of the best lines and scenes and I love that he’s more rational and smart and observant than our main combi. Also love his arc! Also! Seeing Ucchi in Haikyuu events is to die for!

#5: Hiroshi Kido - Barakamon

lmaooo I recently re-watched the series and...I am in love. With the characters. The setting. The entire show. Hiro is a third-year high school kid, regarded as the oldest among the children. He is seen as a big brother by the little kids and as a little brother by Handa - who, despite that, still needs to be taken care of by Hiro lol. He is sweet and funny and I love him and he often acts as the comic relief. Love this anime <3

Now for some honorable mentions:

HM1: Roxas/Ventus - Kingdom Hearts

My precious boy!!! I have never played KH undubbed, and I’ve only heard snippets of Ucchi’s Roxas/Ventus. Gotta say that he sounds so young, even in KH3 lol (though KH3′s Roxas sounds more like his recent self). Still, need to mention him here, right? :D

HM2: Natsuki Usami - Tsuritama

I’ve only watched the anime recently and I love it. I love the story. I love the cast. Natsuki is that aloof, cool character. Not exactly brooding. He just doesn’t want his classmates to know that he’s the Fishing Prince lmao (a title he earned after winning some angling competitions). Another cool character Ucchi voiced alongside Miyu :3 Also, when they cut his hair short, he looks exactly like Tsukki lol

HM3: Yuuta Asaba - Kimi to Boku

Didn’t find the gif of him alone, so yes, here is the insufferable twins from Kimi to Boku, Yuuki (left, voiced by Kimura Ryohei) and Yuuta (right). I love the twins. And I love Yuuta. The older of the twin who doesn’t talk much and only watch the scenes from the side, but he’s always there, and iirc, he’s always there to help if needed. If not, well he’s still there, observing his brother and their friends. 

HM4: Takashi Sugiyama - Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru

Another soft Ucchiii. Cute Ucchi. Dork Ucchi. I love Shindo!!! My second, or maybe third, favorite character after Ouji and Haiji (lmao I just realized this is another show with Ucchi, Tosshii and Miyu).

HM5: Neku Sakuraba - The World Ends with You

Haven’t played the game yet but I’m still excited for the anime! Also, Ucchi’s voice in the trailer is *hhhh* so emotional. I love it!

So, once again, happy birthday to our most lovable dork, Ucchiiii <3 May you continue to bless us with your exceptional talent :3 

[kalimagik]

The Moment I Knew

Based off of “The Moment I Knew” – Song by Taylor Swift 

Tom Holland x Reader 

<2k

Warnings: Just Angstyyyyyyy

A/N: This is Pt. 1 of 2 fics that essentially go together, but can be read separately. I’m just now starting to put my writing out on Tumblr and this is my second go and first time posting a Tom Fic! If you enjoy reading it, like, reblog, comment, or even follow! I may be posting for me, but hope you all enjoy it! <3

Read Part 2 here!

*Gif isn’t mine! Credits to owner 

A Few Days Before Y/N’s Party 

“You sure you’ll make it? Your agent will let you off for a few hours to celebrate my birthday?” Y/N asked worriedly as she finished some of the homemade decorations for her classy 22nd party. 

“Alisha said that the interviews and press all finish around 4, so I will definitely be there for the 6 o’clock debut of the beautiful birthday girl!” Y/N could hear Tom beaming through the phone. 

“You promise?” 

“I promise,” Tom reassured Y/N.

“Okay! Yay! I love you! See you in a few days!” Y/N excitedly said as she wished Tom goodbye. 

Day of Y/N’s Party

The lights were all strung, the food was nearly done, and Y/N had put on her sophisticated party dress with a coordinating red lipstick. It was actually Tom’s favorite shade on her. 

Not only was today Y/N’s birthday, but it would be the first time this month that she would be seeing her famous boyfriend. He had been in the country for nearly a week, but had been so busy with press for Far From Home that he hadn’t had any time to see her.

Y/N glanced at the clock. It read 5 o’clock. Her phone had not rang with Tom’s tone all day after his happy birthday call in the morning and Y/N was starting to worry. She thought he would’ve been to her apartment by now. 

ding-dong

Y/N quickly, but as ladylike as possible, rushed to the door. She really hoped it was Tom with his ��baby, I’m right here smile.” She knew that her face would like up like a million shining stars if it was him. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Haz, Zendaya, and a few of Y/N’s other friends yelled as she opened the door to see their faces. 

Y/N put on her best smile, trying to hide her disappointment. She hugged each of her friends, offered them drinks, and gave the aux cord to Zendaya. 

“Let’s get the party started!” Zendaya hollered as she put on one of her infamous playlists. 

Y/N watched her friends have a good time. She let more people in as they arrived, hoping each time that it was Tom, but each time, she became a little more disappointed. 

She tried her best to enjoy the party, but everything swirled around her in slow motion. She wasn’t really present. She played with her party dress, checked her red lipstick, but she didn’t have anyone to impress. 

“Y/N/N! How’s Tom been?” 

Y/N snapped out of her daze and turned towards her friend, Y/F/N.

“Oh um, he’s been good! Had a lot of press since the movie came out! I’m sure Zendaya and Jacob can attest to that…” 

“Oh yeah! He’s of course the most busy…” Zendaya and Jacob start telling stories, but Y/N zoned out again. 

It just hit her that Z and Jacob managed to make it and they had been doing different events all day as well. Checking her phone again, the analog numbers turned from 7:59 to 8:00, still no Tom. 

The hours seemed to be passing by, but the thing about celebrity and important parties is that they never seem to end. By 10:00, Y/N just wanted to be alone. As she quietly excused herself and walked down the hall to her bathroom, Z, Haz, Sam, and Harry all exchanged looks knowing something was wrong. They grabbed her cousin, Y/C/N and followed her down the hall. 

“Y/N/N? Are you okay?” Y/C/N asked, knocking on the door. She came in, sitting next to Y/N on the bathroom floor, the other four followed her in. 

“Yeah. I’m alright. Just a little overwhelmed. You know how it goes!” Y/N answered, trying not to fall apart. However, a sinking feeling in her stomach started to set in. 

She looks up at Y/C/N, Z, Haz, Sam, and Harry, “He said he’d be here…He promised…” she added, almost hopelessly. 

“If he said he was going to be here, then I’m sure he just got tied up and will be here soon! He’s late to most things because of work.” 

“He said Alisha booked everything to finish at 4, so he would get here before anyone else did. I won’t let it bother me though. It’s fine! Really guys! I swear!” Y/N insisted.

“Are you sure?” Z looked at her sadly. 

“Yes! Common guys! Let’s go enjoy my party! I don’t want to keep everyone else waiting!” 

Y/N stood up powerfully, trying to put on an even better face. She is not an actor though. Her boyfriend is. 

Not fooling anyone who came to check on her, they willingly followed her back to the party. They all continued to have a good time and tried to cheer Y/N up, but everything continued in slow motion around her. She drank champagne, laughed when she was supposed to, and continued to check her lipstick just in case. 

She took a moment around 11:00  to look around at all of the faces at her party. She did love each and every one of them, but in all of the faces, the one missing was the one that meant the most to her. 

At that point, she couldn’t take it. The tears just started flowing. She knew everyone would look at her. But what can you do when you start crying in front of everyone you know? Luckily, Haz caught sight of her first. He got Y/N’s best friend Y/BF/N to steal Y/N away and he took the general attention of the party. 

“hey, hey, hey, Bud, what’s wrong?” Y/BF/N tried to soothe Y/N. 

“He was supposed to be here, Y/BF/N. He promised. I haven’t seen him in over a month and it’s my birthday and he said he would make sure. I just can’t do it anymore. I love him, but I can’t just wait around,” Y/N couldn’t help but sob harder. 

“Y/N/N, I’m so sorry. I know how excited you were for today. Everything looks beautiful and you planned for so long. So, what we’re going to do is make it through this party. We are going to fix up your make-up, get through cake, and then you and I can watch all the movies you want. You can vent, you can scream, you can cry. You will get everything out. Okay? But do not let this ruin your birthday! Okay?” Y/BF/N held Y/N’s gaze as she took a few deep breaths.

All Y/N could do was nod her head in response. 

Y/BF/N  fixed up Y/N’s make-up so that it was as flawless as before and led her back out to the party. Haz was still telling funny stories and Y/N was able to sit back in the circle as if she had never left. 

Haz slightly acknowledged Y/N’s presence and shifted his story telling to a story about her and their friendship. That did make Y/N smile. Even better, he left Tom out of the story. It let Y/N know that she did have a special relationship with the friends she had made through Tom over the last year and a half. 

Y/N began to actually enjoy herself in the last hour of the party, that was until they sat her down, dimmed the lights, and lit the candles of her birthday cake. 

The scene was in slow motion all over again. The dress that she knew Tom would love was no longer comfortable, she didn’t even bother with her lipstick anymore, he wasn’t there to impress. 

She looked up quick enough to smile when all of her friends began singing ‘Happy Birthday to you,’ and as much as she tried to enjoy the moment, there was one thing missing in the entire scene. She couldn’t stop thinking about it as she inhaled to blow out her candles. That was the moment she knew, she just couldn’t keep letting herself get disappointed. 

People started to leave and Y/N’s apartment emptied out. She hugged all of her best friends, including Haz, Zendaya, Jacob, and Tom’s brothers. When she finally shut the door for the last time, the clock chimed, letting her know that it was 12:30. 

She leaned her head against the door as she went to lock the deadbolt. She felt a soft hand rubbing her back. Thank God that Y/BF/N did not leave her alone. 

“Common, why don’t you put on some pajamas. You’ll be so much more comfortable that way,” Y/BF/N urged. 

Y/N followed Y/BF/N to her room and took off her party dress. She avoided all of her baggy clothes that were Tom’s and after taking off her make-up, she flopped into bed. 

“Okay! Movie time! We can watch The Other Woman or Legally Blond. Personally, I feel like we should watch Legally Blond because you are just as strong and powerful as Elle, so it’s fitting,” Y/BF/N rambled on. 

Y/N just nodded her head as she buried herself into her covers, leaving space for Y/BF/N to snuggle in next to her. 

The opening scenes played and Y/N finally started to feel relaxed. That was until her phone started vibrating. She was getting a call. 

“Y/BF/N…It’s Tom…” 

Y/N lifted her phone up to her ear with a simple, “Hello?” 

“Y/N, love. Thank heavens you are still awake. I’m sorry I didn’t make it tonight,” Tom tried to apologize. 

Before he could continue on, Y/N interrupted him, “I’m sorry too. Tom. I just can’t talk about this tonight okay? It’s going to lead to an argument and I just spent my entire birthday party being upset. I will talk to you tomorrow.” 

With that, Y/N ended the phone call and burst into tears on Y/BF/N’s shoulder. The whole night just showed her what she needed to do. Her birthday gave her the moment that she knew.

[priorireverte]

Congratulations Storm!

Your application for Molly Weasley has been accepted. Of all the Weasleys I ever thought we’d get, Molly was not one of them. I am delighted to have been proved wrong.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Storm, they/them

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I should be able to post a few times a week and keep up with the activity requirement! I wouldn’t apply if I didn’t think I had the time to actively participate.

ANYTHING ELSE: Graphic depictions of gore ( more of a squick than a trigger; it just makes me uncomfortable, but if I see it it’s not the end of the world! This would apply mostly to gifs and images / aesthetics though )

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Molly Elizabeth Weasley

BIRTHDATE: October 30, 1950

DEATHDATE: n/a

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Female ( she/her pronouns ); bisexual – Molly has always been comfortable with who she is, and her sexuality is no different. She realized she liked both men and women from a young age and was unashamed of the fact because, unlike muggle society, sexuality wasn’t deemed a problem like blood status would be. It didn’t matter in the end, though, because once she laid eyes on Arthur Weasley, she knew he was the one for her. No crush could compare to the pure love she felt for the bumbling redhead who stole her heart.

BLOOD STATUS: pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

OCCUPATION: Unemployed. Molly, at one point, considered returning to school as either a professor at Hogwarts or an educator for young wixen children ( sort of like muggle pre-school ), but after her marriage and many children, work was never in the cards. Now that she’s older, she’s once again considering offering a daycare of sorts for young children – she has time to spare with her children all grown up, and she’d rather be looking after and teaching children than left to her thoughts.

FACECLAIM: Amy Adams

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

POSTBELLUM

Molly had the disprivilege to live through not one, but two wars started by the same sick man, and they both had no small impact on her. During the First Wixen War, Molly wanted no part of it, staying firmly neutral even though her beliefs were aligned with the Order of the Phoenix. She and Arthur were married with a small brood of children by the time it picked up in earnest, after all, and her primary thought was to stay by her little boys to keep them as safe and innocent as possible – going out to fight and possibly die would do no one any favors. Her point was only proven in the death of her younger brothers, something that was a catastrophic blow on her soul. She and her brothers were close, after all, or as close as they would let her; Molly would have done anything for Gideon and Fabian. It was their deaths that made her question whether or not her choice to stay out of the war, as logical as it was, ended up being the right one after all. What if she’d been able to save them somehow? What if she’d been at least somewhat involved in the order and privy to their plans? Maybe she could’ve convinced them to stay home that evening. None of those regrets mattered, in the end – her brothers were dead, and soon after you-know-who was dead as well. Things were over… or so everyone thought. The Second Wixen War was unexpected, but Molly was more involved that time around. She didn’t volunteer to go out on missions; she still had children to look after. She was involved, though, particularly once Ron brought home young Harry Potter himself. Molly cared for Harry like her own son, and he was smack in the middle of the war to start with. She hated that her children were involved in a war, but this time would be different – this time, she would do all that she could to keep her family safe like she couldn’t with her brothers. Fred’s death took that resolve, chewed it up, and spat it right back at her. How foolish was she to think that her family, so involved as they were, would not be drastically impacted by the war yet again? Five years did little to ease the pain of losing a child, and she was certain she would be burdened with that pain for the rest of her life. She could still see her darling Fred’s face, still in death with the ghost of his last smile as she sobbed over his body just as much as she could see him alive and playing tricks on the family with George in her mind. Encumbered by grief like she was, Molly hardly paid much mind to the first report of the Returned making its way around. The second report piqued her interest ( and her confusion ), and despite herself, she kept watching and waiting for those she lost to return to her. She got her wish in the form of Fabian, young as the day she lost him, but that only made the Returned become something of an obsession of hers. If one brother was back, surely Gideon would be right on his heels? If her brothers were back, then surely she’d see her little Fred again, back from the dead and finally home? She knows the obsession isn’t healthy and is only making her grieving process worse, but Molly can’t bring herself to give a damn. She just wants her loved ones to finally come home.

PERSONALITY

Molly is and always has been a homebody. Family has always meant the world to her, the Prewetts having been a loving family who could lean on one another through thick and thin. While some would appreciate that and move on, Molly took that as a core part of who she was as a person and became what people dubbed “the mom friend” to her friends during school and beyond: she fussed over those she cared about greatly, to the point of being an annoyance, and worried over strangers if they looked like they needed a friendly face or shoulder to cry on. This tendency made her a rather outgoing person, and she was rarely judgmental if she could help it; Molly just wanted others to be happy. Some, however, saw this more as annoying than anything else. her caring nature backfired half of the time, painting her in the light of being far too nosey rather than concerned and wanting to be helpful. She’s guilty of eavesdropping on others, and while she says this is out of concern, she secretly knows it’s because she loves to listen to gossip as well. Molly likes to be in the know, whether she’s told directly or not. This has led to more than a few fights with friends, family, and strangers, but it’s always been part of who she was. Molly is unapologetic about who she is. These arguments are never small, either; Molly is short-tempered and can get easily annoyed when she’s not watching herself, and arguments where she’s been accused of something bring up this fiery part of her more than anything else. Despite her flaws, Molly tries to, first and foremost, be kind. Everyone needs a smiling face to look toward, and in a world as cruel as theirs, she tries to be that person for whoever needs it. If someone needs somewhere to stay, she’ll open her home up gladly; if someone needs to vent, she will lend an ear. She’s particularly fond of children ( if her own seven didn’t give that away ), and taking Harry and Hermione in whenever they wanted or needed to stay at the Burrow wasn’t even a question in her mind – of course they were welcome. war has taken much from Molly Weasley, but she refuses to let it take her kind heart.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

The Prewetts were a loving, if loud and obnoxious, family, and Molly wouldn’t have had it any other way. She was the daughter of upstanding ministry workers, Mr. and Mrs. Prewett both being respectable in their departments and showing their children to be so as well. Respectable, however, didn’t necessarily mean disciplined, and most of Molly’s early childhood was filled with the yelling of her brothers, the soft croons of her parents’ voices, and the mewling of a stray cat Molly begged to keep ( creatively named Cat ). It was through her parents that she learned the value of truth and the power of words, learning from a young age that her greatest weapon won’t be her wand, but the words that come out of her mouth. A debate is just as deadly as a spell, her father would say. Speaking the truth shows the true value of a person, rather than lies that anyone can spill from their tongue, her mother would add. Molly took both to heart, making her quick-witted and stubborn to a fault when she knew she was right. As a Weasley, life was quite similar, though her role was reversed. Her home was still loud with the sound of screaming children, the heavy thundering of footsteps running through the house echoing what she experienced as a girl. Instead of partaking in the running, however, she was instead the one to scold like her mother did, but never fully discourage. Her family was part Prewett, after all, and Prewetts were nothing if not a little wild. It was she that taught her children the power of words, rather than the one learning them, and listening in as her husband taught their children how to be kind and judge others based on character rather than anything else. Life as a Weasley was dancing in the kitchen with her husband in the early hours of the morning, breakfast cooking while the radio crooned in their ears. Life as a Weasley was just as full of love as life as a Prewett was, and Molly cherished every moment. She always would.

HISTORY

Life was a series of moments, and Molly’s was no exception. Those moments formed her into who she was, after all; who would she be without being sorted into Gryffindor? She never would have met Arthur, whom she swore to this day that she fell in love with at first sight ( that wasn’t quite true; no first year knew love like theirs at such a young age – she fell hard, but love didn’t come until later, when she knew she would marry him before they both left Hogwarts ). Hogwarts introduced her to her friends, people who would become close enough to family that she’d introduce them to her children as aunts and uncles alike. Hogwarts made her a Prefect, though not Head Girl, and brought out her motherly side even more as she helped first years adjust to being away from home in an overwhelming environment. Being a Prefect prepared her to care for young children, though she still fumbled her way through Bill and Charlie’s infancy – she was much more prepared by the time Percy came around. Her children introduced her to their friends, who would grow their family even further ( both in marriage and in simple friendship; all friends were family in Molly’s book ). Each person she was introduced to expanded Molly Weasley’s capacity to love and to be loved in return, which made the Battle of Hogwarts that much harder as she saw others that she knew lying dead in the rubble. She mourned for Fred, but she mourned for the friends of her children as well, and for the friends she made through the order. It all hurt so much, but she’d rather take that hurt than lose that capacity to love.

OOC EXPLORATION:

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I was introduced to this rp by Nic, aka Fabian Prewett, and it looks absolutely phenomenal! The plot is super intriguing, and I honestly can’t wait to start playing in this verse with everyone.

ANYTHING ELSE? https://pin.it/23mXrSb <<< I wrote Molly elsewhere too who had a connection to Bellatrix, so ignore that section! Every other section is relevant to Molly here however.

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

This section is only if you are applying for a character that does not yet have a biography written (i.e. a character not listed on the character page). Any character can be applied for, so long as they can realistically fit into the plot and add substance to the roleplay! It may be a good idea to send a message to the main before applying to a non-bio character so we can work with you.

CHARACTER CONTRIBUTION: Molly has a ton of connections to characters both already in play ( Fabian, George, Ginny ) and available to play ( Bellatrix, the golden trio, potentially Fred and Gideon if they’re brought in down the line ), so I think it would be interesting to have her there to bounce off of others and let her bounce off of them in return. She’s a pillar of support to many people and is happy to offer that support to many more, but I plan to make her more than that. Molly is dynamic as a person: she’s kind and warm, yet fiery and firm in her beliefs. She has an obsession with the Returned because of how many people she’s lost in such a short span of time, to the point where she might use her free time to try and figure out how they’re coming back even though she’s not part of the Ministry and is missing a lot of critical information. Whether that goes anywhere is up to the admin team, of course, but it’s a line i’d love to look at in more detail.  

PRESENT: Though life has improved slightly over the past five years, Molly is still very much riddled with grief and a shadow of who she was a decade ago. She still has her warm heart and does her best to be who people expect her to be, but sometimes she’ll see a shadow, or see a flash of red hair, and fall into herself once more while she mourns Fred’s loss. News of the Returned only made this grieving process worse, because instead of learning to move on, Molly clings to the fact that she’ll see her loved ones once more – something that intensifies once Fabian returns to them. Now it’s more akin to an obsession than anything, and Molly wouldn’t stop the obsession even if she wanted to. She just wants her loved ones to finally come home where they belong.

[coffeeandspn]

I’m really, really sorry...

GIF is not mine.

Summary: Castiel hates to celebrate his birthday, and Dean knows that, but he thinks that Cas needs to let go his past, so he surprises him anyways. Things don’t go as planned, and they have a big fight.

Pairing: Eileen x Sam Winchester, maybe Human!Castiel x Dean Winchester 

A/N: I’ll write some ACTUAL Destiel scenes only if u guys like this first part and want me to write a second chapter, because there are no mentions of Dean and Castiel having another relationship than just best friends, nor there are mentions on they having feelings for each other, simply because it didn’t fit with the situation..

Rating: Teen and Up.

Warnings: angst, unhappy ending, Dean is an asshole, Castiel is depressed, physical abuse, blood, fights, Castiel’s father is an abusive and drunken asshole, homophobia, language

Words: 1972

It was done. There was no way of coming back in time to change it. Dean was sitting on the kitchen floor, alone. All the lights were out except for a faint one, everybody was sleeping, and there he was… By himself. His sobs were the only thing that filled the silence of the night, and he swore, he could hear Castiel sobbing as well. That made him feel even more miserable.  He blamed himself over and over again for his stupid mouth. Couldn’t he just, shut up for one time? No, he had to ruin everything. All the damn time. Sam gave him a disappointed look before going to bed, and Eileen gave him a pity one. Castiel had left like 30 minutes before that, and the look on his face… Dean didn´t even want to remember the way Cas looked at him before storming out of the kitchen, with tears on his face. He went directly to his room, slamming the door. Everyone was silent for a minute or two. Dean didn´t know what to say. 

He felt and still feels like an idiot. How could he be so heartless? Why on Earth did Dean think that saying that Castiel was acting just like his father was a good idea? On his goddamn birthday!? Dean was definitely an asshole.

Castiel was doing the best he could, but by the time Dean realized that, it was already too late.

He knew Cas felt tired and sad, that the memories will haunt him forever, he knew basically everything about him, they´ve been friends for over 10 years, but Dean thought that maybe, it was time to let that horrible memory go. He thought that it was time for Cas to actually start living the life he always deserved; a great one.

But Dean doesn’t know shit about how Cas really feels. Because his mother had a great life, and his father wasn´t an abusive asshole, unlike Castiel´s parents. Dean´s family was the typical perfect one, the kind of family everyone wanted.

On his 13th birthday, Castiel´s dad, Chuck, beat his wife to exhaustion because he discovered that his younger son Castiel, was gay, and no one said a word to him. Plus, he was a drunken, a horrible husband and an even more horrible father. He blamed Castiel´s mother because he claimed that ‘’That little faggot bastard came out of YOUR vagina and you raised him to be like that, not me, you fucking whore! Look what you did with my son! He can´t even be my son anymore, not if he likes to suck fucking dicks!’’ His brothers, Gabriel and Michael, that were 16 and 18 by that time, tried to stop him, but Chuck was way stronger than them. Castiel was terrified, he couldn´t even move. When he was done, and had left his mother unconscious on the bloody floor, he tried to catch Castiel, but he luckily reacted quickly and started running as fast as he could. He escaped his house and started screaming for help, which worked, because a few neighbors came out of their houses, and called the police when they realized what was happening. After all, that wasn´t the first fight of the family and Castiel was sure the cops had their address memorized at that point.

The police arrived minutes after, one of the neighbors let Castiel in to their house while Chuck was busy trying to get his drunk ass up from the floor because he fell while he was running behind his son, trying to catch him.

That´s when Castiel met the Winchesters, and that´s when Dean and Castiel´s great friendship started.

The ambulance arrived as well and they took his mother to the hospital as fast as they could. She fell on a coma after that. His father went to prison and killed himself after spending barely six months in there.

Castiel, Michael and Gabriel were sent to an orphanage after that, and visited their mother (and the Winchester family) every day. As they grew older, and their responsibilities bigger, they stopped seeing their mother that often. She never gave any signal of improvement, or waking up, and their hopes started fading. After ten years of being in coma, not even breathing for herself anymore, they painfully decided it was time to let her go.

Today was Castiel´s 25th birthday, the 12th anniversary of his family officially breaking apart, and in two months, the 2nd anniversary of the official death of his mother.

That´s why Castiel hated to celebrate his birthday so much, but Dean insisted on making a surprise dinner for his best friend, alongside with some decorations around the house.

Castiel was drunk when he came home. His clothes and hair were messy, and he smelled like alcohol and cigarettes.

When he saw the decorations, he started swearing and yelling that he didn´t want any of that shit. Sam and Eileen managed to calm him down, and Sam helped him to take a shower, because he could barely walk.

When he sat down at the table to eat, he was incredibly quiet.

Dean, as always, was trying to make things better, so he started talking about his day, and then asked Castiel about his.

‘’How do you think my day went, Dean?’’

‘’I mean… I don´t know, that´s exactly why I´m asking.’’

‘’Well, it was trash. I saw the bloody body of my mother in every corner of my mind the entire fucking day, but thank you for asking though, dumbass.’’

Dean frowned at the insult.

‘’Wow, ok, I´m sorry if your life isn´t perfect, but that´s not my fault and you know it, buddy, so don´t come at me like that, I was just trying to be nice and break the tension in here.’’

Castiel let go the cutlery abruptly and look at him furiously.

‘’If you were trying so hard to be nice, you would´ve started by not doing any of this shit in the first place, because this is no special, nor happy day to me, and you fucking know that!’’

‘’Man, it´s been twelve years! You´ve got to stop tormenting yourself with what happened that day all the time! Do you really want to live your whole life like this? Depressed?’’

‘’Dean…’’ Sam tried to interrupt, but clearly failed when Castiel interrupted him instead.

‘’Are you fucking kidding me, Dean? Do you think I like living like this every damn day? I try so hard to get over it, you have no idea, but it´s impossible when the image of my fucking father physically abusing me, my brothers and my mother, comes to my mind and even haunts me in my fucking dreams all the time!’’

‘’Cas, I know what you´ve been through, but…’’ Dean tried talking softer this time, but that only made Castiel angrier.

‘’NO YOU FUCKING DON´T!’’ He screamed, punching the table and breaking his plate and his glass.

Everyone in the table jumped in surprise and concern. Again, Sam tried to calm things down, but he couldn´t.

‘’Your family was always perfect, your father wasn´t an asshole and your mother lived ‘til you were 20, she was with you through childhood, took care of you, you were able to go to the games with your dad and enjoy a family picnic, so don´t you dare say that you know what I´ve been through, because you absolutely don´t! I´ve been through hell and back and tried to recover millions of times from this, but I just can´t, and you don´t know what real pain is like.’’

Dean got angry as well. Castiel was treating him like he was some sort of perfect commercial guy, and he wasn´t.

‘’You think my life was always perfect? You don´t think my parents had some fights from time to time? You think I don´t know what it feels like losing someone you love, and that should be with you until you´re at least 40 years old? I´ve lost my mom at a pretty young age compared to other people, Castiel!’’

‘’I´ve lost her when I was 13 years old, Dean! And the stupid fights your parents had from ‘time to time’ are NOTHING compared to what I had to witness! Stop trying to minimize my problems with yours, you have no right!’’ At this point, both Dean and Castiel were yelling. Castiel took the already broken glass while he was speaking and threw it, making it break in thousands of little pieces all over the kitchen floor.

‘’You´re acting like an insane, just like your father!’’ Dean yelled. The room went silent.

Castiel´s expression changed from angry to hurt in a matter of seconds.

Sam was hugging Eileen tight, trying to protect her in case things got even more out of control.

Castiel´s blue eyes seemed to be even bluer when the tears started accumulating.

His fist loosened, dropping more small pieces of broken glass to the floor, along with a few drops of blood.

A tear came out of his left eye and rolled down his cheeks. He turned away and disappeared.

Sam and Eileen started cleaning up the mess without saying anything, while Dean was still there, trying to process what just happened.

After it was all clean again, the decorations in the garbage can, and the food in the fridge, Sam said ‘’Dude, you´re an actual asshole, you know that, right? I told you this whole thing was a bad idea. You should’ve known, Dean, you guys are best friends since you´re thirteen…  I really hope you go and apologize to him soon. Good night.’’

Sam gave him a disappointed look, and Eileen a pity one. They turned off the lights in their way to their bedroom, leaving just one on.

Dean dropped to the floor devastated, already crying. He couldn´t believe what just happened. After ten minutes of panicking, having no idea how to apologize for the monstrous thing he said, crying and sobbing, he decided to look out for Castiel. He needed to fix this right now. He had no idea if Cas was ever going to forgive him. He hoped he will at some point…

He knocked on Cas’s door, obviously not receiving an answer. After two minutes, he knocked again. Nothing. He sighed, and started talking.

‘’Look, Cas… There’s absolutely nothing I can do right now for you to forgive me, but… I just want you to hear me, please?’’ Dean waited for a response, or for Cas to open the door, but none of those things happened. ‘’Alright, I´ll just start talking from here… I hope you can hear me… I- I wasn’t thinking, man. I´m really, really sorry for what I´ve said, I´m an asshole… I honestly have no excuses, and even if I had, it´s not going to work anyways. I just want you to know that I´m so sorry, I mean it… I hope you can forgive me someday, I… I really don´t want to lose you. Not after all we´ve been through…’’ Dean sobbed, and waited for… Well, anything. A sob, a move, a word. But he couldn´t hear anything at all.

‘’Cas? Man, are you okay?’’

After waiting outside his door for five minutes, he decided to come in.

‘’Hey, dude, I´m coming in, okay? I´m… You´re worrying me…’’

Dean got into the room, only to find Castiel’s window wide open, and the curtain moving softly because of the breeze of the night.

‘’Cas!? Where are you?’’ He started looking everywhere, screaming his name desperately, but couldn´t find him.

Sam and Eileen got up, and asked Dean what was going on.

Dean, with tears in his eyes, and a heavy breath, turned around and looked at the couple.

‘’He´s- He´s gone. I found his window wide open, and I don´t know where he is.’’

[padfootagain]

Watching Movies With Richard Would Include…

Okay, an anon asked for some cute HC for Richard being your boyfriend. And I'm sorry, anon, but that is the most unprecise ask you could have sent. And I can't write a headcanon that is so unclear. So I've decided to narrow it down to one subject: watching movies. I hope you like it anyway! Here we go…

Also, it's my first piece for Richard, so please, tell me what you think because I'm super nervous to start writing for him!!

WARNING: So much cuteness, my own heart is bursting!

If you ask for them, I will be happy to make more HC for him about other particular subjects, but I find it very hard to write for general HC so please, be more precise.

Gif not mine

Word Count: 2157

*At the cinema

 -Going out for a good movie is always a nice way to spend a lovely evening.

-He lets you choose the movie most of the time, except when one he really had been waiting for is coming out, then he will insist on seeing it and reach a level of excitement that would make a five-year-old proud.

"Okay, what time is it?" **growling** "Why does time pass so slowly all of a sudden?"

"Richard, you're being ridiculous."

"I've been waiting for this movie for FIVE months!"

"Just a few more minutes to wait, relax."

"I can't wait to see it…"

-He lets you choose the seats, he doesn't really mind if he's closer or farther away from the screen.

-Pop-corns or Maltesers. No other snacks allowed.

-The moment the lights are out, his fingers move closer to yours until he reaches your hand and he generally doesn't let go until the lights are burning again.

-You often end up resting your head on his shoulder, especially if the movie is romantic or sad. Intertwined fingers the whole time. Sometimes he rests his hand on your thigh instead. If he hears you crying too hard, he'll drop a soothing kiss in your hair and give your fingers a reassuring squeeze or soothingly stroke your thigh.

-Richard is actually so damn good at crying in silence, most of the time, you don't even notice that he's crying while you're struggling to sob in the quietest way possible. You'll only know he had been crying when the movie ends and he finally sniffs a little and dries his cheeks. When you look up at him, he's not hiding his reddened eyes and merely smiles at you.

-If you're watching a funny movie though, it takes all his strength to not be too loud. He generally ends up loosing it, bursting out laughing anyway so much that he's crying.

-Spooky movies have both of you jumping in your seats and him cursing under his breath every. Single. Time. He jumps, he curses. Soft, barely audible 'fucks' breathed out that, under other circumstances, could sound quite… in one word: hot.

You can also feel all the tension of the movie spread through his body as he tightens his hold on your hand.

-When there is a plot-twist, if you discreetly glance over him, you will find his mouth quite agape in shock while he slightly frowns or occasionally raises an eyebrow. And this is probably the cutest shocked expression you will ever see, so I would advise you to pay more attention next time you see a thriller together and to enjoy the view.

-At the end of the movie, he stretches before standing again. Every. Single. Time. He stretches, rolling his shoulders, stretching his legs and arms (not above his head, that wouldn't be very discreet, but on each side of his body or before him) and he generally moves his neck around a little too, while making the most adorable wince with one side of his mouth curved up and wrinkling his nose and frowning a little.

-Then he turns to you with a smile that silently asks 'Did you like it? Are you okay?'

-You walk out hand in hand, recalling the best or worst parts of the movie and laughing at each other. And in general, it's always a lovely time.

 *At home

 -Late night, you're both exhausted, whatever pops up on the screen will be watched until neither of you can keep their eyes open anymore. At least, it's the idea, but Richard generally spends some time exploring possibilities despite the fact that he knows he will probably fall asleep in the coming 30 minutes.

"This movie is terrible."

"Y/N, it doesn't matter, love. I just need to relax a little before going to sleep."

**ten minutes later, he changes the channel** "okay, this was really bad, let's find something else then."

-Everytime, you tell yourselves you should be going to bed. Everytime you end up sleeping on the sofa watching crappy TV.

"It's late, and we're both exhausted. We should go to sleep, Richard."

**Richard groaning from under you as you are both lying on the sofa and you are mostly lying upon him, his eyes closed already** "I'm listening to what's going on."

"Are you, really?"

"I am. The cop just asked where the gun came from. See? Besides, it's very comfortable here. Let's stay here a little longer."

-If you try to move out of his embrace, he will pull you back down, and you will never be free until he decides to release you. Not that you're complaining, though.

-You end up both sleeping on the sofa and waking up a few hours later with your entire bodies painful (especially for Richard as you've been sleeping upon him, the poor man).

**Letting out a low growl** "Next time, love, remind me to not let you convince me to stay on the sofa instead of going to bed."

"Are you kidding me? I told you to go to bed! You're the one who forced me to stay here with you?"

"Forced you?"

"Well, you're stronger than you look, I could hardly break free."

**chuckling, eyes swollen with sleep, tenderness oozing from every fibre of his being** "That is a very poor excuse, you know you could have freed yourself whenever you wanted. You just liked cuddling on the sofa with me, 's all."

-Also, I have to point out that tiredness has the same effect on his accent as alcohol, which results in him dropping all consonant sounds and basically mumbling vowels, and that is very hot and very adorable.

-Chilling together for the evening watching a good movie while drinking some comforting tea or a beer and cuddling on the sofa under a warm blanket. This is paradise.

-And this time, you don't have to be as discreet as you were in the cinema, so that comes with loud laughter from him, unashamedly full on bursting-out-cause-no-control-over-my-amusement laughter. And you love that sound so much, you would do anything to hear it.

-Scary movies mean the two of you clenching on each other at first, but the scarier it gets, the more he grows distant. He still holds your hand, but it's his coping mechanism to just sit very still, leaning forward a little, and watching in silence. Until it gets so scary that he passes on commentary mode, which is hilarious, although as you are just as terrified as he is, you don't fully enjoy it most of the time.

**In his adorably heavy Scottish accent** "Don't. Don't. Don't do that. Don't go down there. What the hell are you doing? You're in a haunted house, don't go in the fucking basement! Don't go in the basement. Oh, shit… Oh no, that's bad. Y/N, did you hear that? Oh, he's gonna get killed. It's coming. Why on Earth would you go down there anyway? Here it is…" **jumping as something scary bursts on screen** "Told ye not to do that! Yeah, he's dead…"

-Romantic movies means extra-cuddling and chocolate snacks. Always. More hand-touching as well, and playing with his fingers, and resting your head in the crook of his neck. Sometimes, he lies down on the sofa and rests his head on your lap and you spend most of the movie running your fingers though his hair, paying extra-attention to his grey strand, and you are absolutely not complaining about how your evening is going.

-Crying together, he's not hiding his tears, but he's still quiet. Meanwhile, you've reached ugly sobbing, but he just stays there, motionless, crying silent tears, and you are so impressed by this talent of him to not look and sound like a complete mess like you so often do. You will both need some extra-cuddling after a sad movie though.

-Thrillers are a constant conversation between the two of you as you try to make up the best scenarios to solve the mysteries, and sometimes, when the movie is not that good, it turns into a game of who will get the stupidest scenario imagineable.

"It's the mother."

"The mother can't be the killer, Richard. She's dead."

"First thing first: she could have hired someone to kill everyone including herself so she would not be suspected and be considered a victim. Second thing: zombies."

-Richard has one habit that is absolutely adorable: for his favourite movies, the ones he has watched over and over again, like Jurassic Park, for example, he knows all the lines. And sometimes, during his favourite scenes, he can't help but mouth, or sometimes even whisper, the lines. And that is so damn adorkable…

**Richard mouthing the lines with an excited little smile on his lips without making a sound but you discreetly watch him ** "God creates dinosaurs, God destroys dinosaurs, God creates man, man destroys God, man creates dinosaurs. Dinosaurs eat man… woman inherits the Earth."

**stops as he notices you're staring at him** "What?"

"Nothing, you're cute, that's all."

**Rolling his eyes but he also blushes** "Shut up…"

 *Bonus : watching one of his movies/TV series

 -He's torn apart by the desire and excitement to show you his work and discover what you will think about it, and the fact that he's always quite embarrassed to see himself on screen.

-Sometimes you watch things without him, especially if at the time he's away working on a project. But you do try to watch his work with him.

-He's quite uncomfortable during all the naked and sex scenes, and you feel a little bit weird too cause… that character has your boyfriend's face, you know? But you generally turn it into teasing or half-joking-half-serious compliment, and that drives him crazy for different reasons.

"Ha, here it comes. The steamy scene. I was waiting for it. I knew you couldn't keep it in your pants, and you had to show these abs of yours, right?"

"Obviously, why would I go to the gym but to look good in these scenes."

"It was your idea to get these two together then, huh?"

**laughing** "obviously."

**after a short silent** "You are rather hot in this though. But then you're always gorgeous."

**Richard blushes hard** "Now, now… here we go with the flattery."

"You are gorgeous, Richard. You will have to accept it one day."

**in full cinnamon roll mode** "Well… thank you then, I guess…"

-He does take you to premieres whenever your schedules match, and he loves it when you can discover his projects when he sees the final product too, rather than rewatching it all with you later. You're nervous as you're not in your element, but he's careful with you, and thoughtful, and makes sure you're okay all along, no matter if it's during the press events at the beginning, or after you've watched the film. He stays with you all along, and wants you to enjoy yourself.

You always do feel quite nervous though, and try to not do anything clumsy or stupid, efforts that sometimes fail miserably but then Richard takes it all with a laugh and a reassuring word, and at the end of the day, all is fine. Also, you always look so beautiful during these events, and he makes sure that you know how gorgeous you are.

He's quite proud of every projects he works on, and you can read it in his eyes even more during the premieres, and if he sees that same glint of pride in your eyes at the idea that your man worked on creating this, then he doesn't care how well the movie makes out there. He's already convinced the only person who truly matters.

-Richard can be quite nervous about his performance, uncertain and he doubts his talent probably more than he should. Because if he always tries to do his best, he is also always looking for ways to improve, and the question of 'was doing my best enough' arises every time. So it's good to compliment him and make sure he feels supported and loved and understood in these moments.

It doesn't mean that you can't tease him about his roles though, on the contrary, he secretly loves it. So go ahead. Make sure to tease.

**Richard, in the kitchen, wearing an apron and relaxed clothes, cutting onions and clenching his jaw in an attempt to not cry, his jaw muscle trembling**

**You, sneaking next to him** "Please, Sergeant Budd, control your temper. Don't shoot the onion."

He just can't hold back his laughter.

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

(Vol. XXIV)

It was a love story, from the very beginning.

Heartbroken

(6x20/6x21/6x22)

Hello my dears! How are you? This is another Chronicle and the last one for season 6!!

This is gonna be a hard meta... *Sobbing* we're here together so...

Thanks to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta and discussed a while crying profusely, with me.

Ok, let's start with this!

When Cas broke Dean's heart

Still in episode 6x20...

When Cas saves the guys from demons, Dean is happy to see him, and everyone in the room felt sorry for doubt about him, but...

Remember all that blind trust Dean had in Castiel, even with the proof on the table? Well... Cas said something that broke Dean's heart and trust. He mentioned the whole Superman going to the dark side thing. A talk Bobby, Dean and Sam had gotten alone, well, they thought they were alone.

And Dean's face is... Gah... He realizes Cas is spying on them, and lying, and cheating... And... His heart breaks and is all over his face.

Even his smile is sad, very sad... Mixed with anger.

And then we are dragged again to Cas's memories...

You know when you watch your crush with longing eyes... Yes... Cas contemplating Dean, is a very romantic scene, he didn't want to perturbed him, and in his own words...

CASTIEL So I went to an old friend for help. But watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed, and I was about to ask him for more.

Is curious how an ancient creature as Cas thinks his friendship with Dean is old. Dean is an old friend of Castiel.

And also... He saw Dean was having a good life, well, that's what he thought, and because he loves him, he didn't want to break that life. He, as Bobby and Sam, thought Dean wanted that life, they assumed Dean was happy having that life. And they were wrong.

In this point, Crowley appears... He's the temptation here, and Cas fell for it. The devil tempting a desperate angel that needs more power to stop the new Apocalypse and save the world and his friends. His old friend, mostly, Dean Winchester.

So, he did it for him? Sure. He'll say that later...

Falling in Temptation

Is very interesting to analyze the sequence of how Crowley tempts Castiel... Is the same mechanism the devil uses with his victims...

First of all... The adulation...

CASTIEL: I'm not strong enough, and you know it.

CROWLEY: Ah, not on your own, you're not. But you're not on your own, are you? There's a lot of angels swooning over you. "God's favorite." Buddy boy, you've got what they call sex appeal.

CASTIEL: Thank you. Get to the point.

Watch here how Crowley praises him, you're the God's fav, angels follow you, you have sex appeal... I mean... Is obvious he's trying to seduce Castiel to make him accept a deal with Hell... Is the same method the devil uses for tempting humanity.

The second part of this is the offer... Generally, the offer is POWER, so here... Is the same.

CASTIEL: This is ridiculous. I mean, the amount of power that it would take to mount a war...

CROWLEY: More than either of us have ever seen, yeah. But what if I said I knew how to go nuclear?

CASTIEL What do you mean?

CROWLEY: Purgatory, my fine feathered friend. Purgatory. Just think about it. An untapped oil well of every fanged, clawed soul. I mean, what's that over the years? 30 million? 40 million? Just sitting there, plump and rich for the taking.

Here is when Crowley put the coin, he does adulated Cas and now he offered him a way to win the war... Becoming nuclear, the immense power of souls... So Cas takes it.

But there's something interesting too when Crowley designed the plan, he infered he needed Sam and Dean to get the monsters, and Cas was determinant here ...

CASTIEL No. Not Dean. He's retired, and he's to stay that way.

He's protecting Dean's apple pie life, he thought this was a way to protect him. He wouldn't let Crowley to hurt Dean or to get him into that war.

The Betrayal

Well, we need enter now in the worst par of all... Let me cry under that tree for a moment... I'll be right back...

Ok... Let's start this...

Dean prays to Castiel and he appears, they lock Cas in an angel trap, and Bobby and Sam began to confront him.

And because he's desperately looking to one side and another but avoiding Dean's gaze... This is what happens... (Damn...)

You know how sacred are our Destiel's stares... They talk with their eyes. Is the way they share their emotions... So Dean needed that, Castiel look at me in the eye!

It hurts a lot, because Dean's facial expression when Cas averted his eyes to the ground, because it was truth. Dean is heartbroken.

Dean named the things Bobby and Sam had been trying to make him see. And he can't believe it. He can't believe HIS CAS, the one he was defending with his whole body and soul against the suspicious, had betrayed him... And everything was truth.

I need some ice cream and cry a lot...

After this the confrontation goes on, and Sam is thinking Cas saved him from Hell without soul on purpose? That's the extreme of Castiel becoming evil, but Sam is thinking that because he never trusted blindly in Castiel, because he was Dean's best friend, not his... (But this will change in the next season. Their relationship will have an important turn.)

The next time Dean talks is here...

CASTIEL Listen. Raphael will kill us all. He'll turn the world into a graveyard. I had no choice.

DEAN: No, you had a choice. You just made the wrong one.

(This is the next thing Dean said to Cas, he had a choice, ask him for help, he's showing him the path he should choose. He's teaching him, as always.)

CASTIEL: You don't understand. It's complicated.

DEAN: No, actually, it's not, and you know that. Why else would you keep this whole thing a secret, huh, unless you knew that it was wrong? When crap like this comes around, we deal with it... Like we always have. What we don't do is we don't go out and make another deal with the Devil!

Here, Dean gets mad because he more listen Castiel's excuses, he more understands Castiel's is covering his lies with more lies.

CASTIEL: It sounds so simple when you say it like that. 

This is so, so romantic people, the longing stares, the sadness in their eyes. Is like loosing a precious thing you found, a precious, beautiful and warm thing, that vanishes. It was Dean's hopes and faith. Cas was his savior, his best friend, his angel.

Give me just a minute, I need to roll on the floor and cry a little more ...

And then... The danger is near again, and Cas is trapped but he's worried about them, and he asks them to leave, to run... And that last looks between them... People who says this isn't a romantic scene... Fight me, because that's Dean saying... "Why you did this to me?, I love you," and Cas is saying "I love you too, but I had to do it. The mission comes first."

They talk with their eyes people...

Destiel breakup

Ok... Idk if Bobby draw the no angel sigil wrong, I like to think it was Dean. Because is weird Bobby not doing things like that well... And Dean wanted to talk with CAS again... It's obvious because he will try twice to convince him.

CASTIEL: I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you.

Well we have the confirmation here, is for him, for Dean, to protect him.

DEAN Because of me. Yeah. You got to be kidding me.

CASTIEL You're the one who taught me that freedom and free will --

DEAN You're a freakin' child, you know that? Just because you can do what you want doesn't mean that you get to do whatever you want!

Dean knows Cas tries to do things right, he was his free will teacher, that's why now, he'll try to convince Cas.

Now... First try...

DEAN I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't...Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it.

CASTIEL I don't understand.

Dean is asking desperately, because he sees Castiel has his mission in first place, and it doesn't let him see things as Dean want him to see it. So he says I SAY YOU DON'T, SO YOU DON'T, THAT'S IT. Like a father to a child.

Second intent...

DEAN Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family -- that you are like a brother to me. So, if I'm asking you not to do something...You got to trust me, man.

Again, he uses the same technic, but Cas just gets it as an attempt of defiance... Bc he's at war.

CASTIEL Or what?

Here's a different way to impose his power over Dean with that time Soulless!Sam tried to defy him. He went straight to confront him physically, invading his personal space, showing him not fear, "Would you, boy? How?"

This time... Is Dean... So... The way he says these words, with sorrow in his face. That's the difference between you and me, Dean... I'm an angel, you're just a man. We're from two different worlds... I'm stronger than you. So don't say you would stop me as if I was a monster.

DEAN I don't know. I've taken some pretty big fish.

CASTIEL I'm sorry, Dean.

DEAN Well, I'm sorry, too, then.

Mission comes first. Cas is a soldier.

This was their break up.

Loosing people, loosing you

If you were sobbing with 6x20, now 6x21 is... A sea of tear... "Let it Bleed".

At the beginning of the episode they're talking about Cas, Dean's face is a mix of sadness and longing, he's asking a question he maybe already knew, why did Cas come last night? If he didn't want to fix things?

Dean wanted to fix things with CAS, so when he saw him he tried fiercely to convince him, but he couldn't, then Bobby reveals Cas stole some book.

More dagas in Dean's heart. So he didn't come to see me, but to steel some book?

Crowley kidnapped Lisa and Ben, and Dean got crazy... Sam wanted to help him but he didn't know how... Balthazar didn't want to help, so he proposed something...

SAM: Look, Dean. Let's just call Cas. Maybe he doesn't know anything about this.

DEAN: We are not calling Cas.

SAM: Yeah, but Dean.

DEAN: We're not calling Cas!

Definitely not calling Cas, Dean is tremendously mad at him.

He will try to get some info from demons, and one will attack him... Cas will save him, and again... The struggling with the feelings...

This time is Cas trying to convince Dean he had not choice and he has to do it.

And the following lines...

Gah!!! That had to hurt... Damn, Cas you don't have to say Dean things he already knew... You was his ally, his best friend. He trusted you with his life. But Castiel's face is like someone who's pleading... Please Dean understand, forgive me, I love you. I'm doing this for you.

Can I die now?

And Dean's face is... Ugh! Suffering, suffering... I love you man, but you just screwed things up, badly, I can't forgive you.

And then...

CASTIEL: I came to tell you that I will find Lisa and Ben, and I will bring them back. Stand behind me, the one time I ask.

DEAN: You're asking me to stand down?

CASTIEL: Dean.

DEAN: That's the same damn ransom note that Crowley handed me. You know that, right? Well no thanks. I'll find 'em myself. In fact, why don't you go back to Crowley and tell him that I said you can both kiss my ass.

Now he's mad, very mad... He walks away and gives Castiel his back, clenching his fist with anger.

He's trying to control himself, he can't believe CAS is talking like Crowley, is the worst, where's his Castiel???

The face he made after Cas is gone is priceless, is a mix between pain, anger and sadness... Gah.

Ok, hospital... Lisa is in bad shape... And Castiel appears...

DEAN: What do you want?

He's so, so mad at Cas.

CASTIEL: Dean, listen.

DEAN: What do you want me to say? She'll be dead by midnight.

CASTIEL: I'm sorry.

DEAN: I don't care. It's too little, too late.

CASTIEL: Okay. Well, regardless, I didn't come for you.

DEAN: Meaning?

CASTIEL: (he walks up to Lisa and places his hand on her forehead, healing her) She's fine now. She'll wake soon. Dean, I said I'm sorry and I meant it.

Ok... This was sad and it'll be the last time they will talk about it before Cas become Godstiel.

Dean is heartbroken, he lost Lisa, Ben and now Cas... Because he can't elaborate in his head Cas isn't his friend anymore. So heartbroken, his face is priceless here. His eyes with unshed tears. Because of CAS. He will ask him to erase Ben and Lisa memories, but Castiel's Betrayal, as he will say in 7x17, he couldn't swallow it... So yes, this face is mostly for Castiel. Bc he lost him.

Godstiel, and the last intent to get Cas back

In episode 6x22, the last of the season, Cas did two things, in my opinion, were out of character.

1) He broke Sam's mental war (when in Season 5 he will kill anyone who tries to hurt him) he never NEVER would do something to hurt Sam.

2) He killed Balthazar, another friend, bc he felt he'd betrayed him.

Ok... This maybe was used by the showrunner to present us the wrong path Cas was following to his mere death.

Don't worry, she'll be asked to fix this by writing Castiel's return to the show in 7x17 (oops).

After doing these two things, he become Godstiel, he wasn't Cas, he was a new entity.

The way he was talking to Dean showed us that. He was like a heartless powerful creature.

Even so, Dean will try to get to him...

We can see in the hunter's face fears and concern about his friend...

DEAN: Listen to me. Listen, I know there's a lot of bad water under the bridge, but we were family once. I'd have died for you. I almost did a few times. So if that means anything to you... Please. I've lost Lisa, I've lost Ben, and now I've lost Sam. Don't make me lose you too. You don't need this kind of juice anymore, Cas. Get rid of it before it kills us all.

So desperate, he knew it was a huge danger Cas was like a nuclear bomb, but there's love in his words. He's trying his best to get his angel back. It was in vain, as we know...

To Conclude

Dean and Cas break up showed us the profound love they feel for each other, 6x20 and 6x21 were purely romantic, and you can feel the pain and the longing all over it.

It was clear that loosing Cas wasn't loosing just a friend, it hurted badly to Dean because, as I said in the last volume, Cas was more than family to him.

The performance from the actor was deliberately played as a romantic scene. Jensen and Misha knew what they were doing there. It was two people in love breaking up.

Ok, we finished this season people, sorry for the long post! But next one we will get into season 7, I assume it'll be less volumes.

I hope you like this, see you in the next chronicle.

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Best Left Forgotten

Part 18: Waiting

Series Summary: You wake up in the bunker with a serious head injury and no memory of the last year or the Winchesters and find that Dean is avoiding you. You are determined to find out the truth about what happened but maybe the truth is best left forgotten.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas

Warnings: language, Season 10 Spoilers

Word Count: 1594

General Disclaimer: I do not own the gif or any of the Supernatural properties or characters. This is a fan piece and is intended to be enjoyed only as such.

A/N: Oh wow guys! One year later and my first fic is finished… Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who has read and shared and followed the story. An ENORMOUS thank you to @weirdochick56 for rough beta-ing and helping through an amazing year of this story. You are the best ;)

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You blink your eyes open slowly and the first thing that registers is a horrible pain in your head. Your vision is blurry around the edges. You suddenly remember why you are here and you push through. You manage to make it to your feet in time to watch Sam lay down the photos and say something to Dean. You can tell immediately that your hearing isn’t right. All you hear is the high pitched ringing of complete silence. You hear Sam’s statement as a mumble passing through a tunnel. You are so dizzy but you have to save Dean. You remember it all now. The blood, the pain, the terror. That thing hurt you because you were a threat to it. None of it matters now because that was not Dean. But this man, standing in front of you, this still is. You can feel it deep in your very being. And you have to save his soul, because… It’s part of you. If he is lost, so are you.

You stumble down to the bar where those two boys, who you love more than anything, are about to make a horrible decision. You have to stop them, even if it kills you.

“Dean!” You call out as he raises the scythe up to… oh my god… Kill Sam.

Dean looks up at you suddenly and his eyes shift from a blank stare to recognition. He lowers the scythe as you stumble forward. You clutch your head as you fall over your own feet. Your vision blacks out and suddenly you have been scooped up, just before you hit the floor. After a moment, your vision comes back and you see Dean staring down at you.

“I knew you’d catch me.” You smile up at him through the pounding in your head.

“I thought you were gone, I thought I killed you… again, after all this time.” Dean closes his eyes, “This is why I have to go, why I have to let you and Sam go. I’m a monster.”

Every word pierces your chest a little bit more. “Dean, a monster would’ve let me fall and killed Sam. Killing Sam, me, the pieces of yourself that remind you who you are, your family? That will turn you into a monster. Don’t give up on yourself.” You know how important this part is. It takes all of your strength, but you reach up and kiss his cheek. “I forgive you. I love you.”

Dean’s face crumples at your words and he lets out a choked sob. You see pain, shame, and relief flood his face through the tears. He kisses your forehead and lets out a shaky breath.

The old man walks forward, past Sam. “Dean, if you can’t do it, I’ll do it for you.” Suddenly the scythe blade bursts out of his chest. The man looks down, stunned, and disintegrates into a pile of sand. He is gone within seconds and behind him stands a very surprised Sam holding the scythe. He seems almost frozen in place, mouth open, eyes wide.

“Are you okay?” Dean asks Sam, worriedly.

“Yeah. I think I just killed death.” Sam mutters back, “What about you?”

Dean looks back at you, terror in his eyes. You smile back at him through the pounding in your head. You feel the left side of your face go numb.

“Y/N?” Dean panics and lowers you to the floor. Sam runs over and cradles your head. He’s already dialing Cas, but you know that it is too late.

“Cas!? Help! It’s Y/N!” Sam begs. You pull the phone from his hand weekly and he lets you.

“I love you Cas. Thank you for everything,” You hang up the phone just as Cas tries to protest the resignation in your voice. “Sam, you’ll always be my best friend.” You stop for a moment to clutch Dean’s hand as a spasm of pain radiates from your head down your spine. It won’t be long now. You feel yourself relaxing into the pain as it turns to numbness. “Make sure Dean lives a long life, I can wait.” You turn to look at Dean for a long moment. You look into his eyes and see your Dean. Your protector. You smile and feel warmth and peace spread from your chest as you realize the truth in your next words, “I love you and I forgive you. You are not that monster. You are a hero. My hero. Every minute of my life that I spent with you was heaven on Earth. That’s all there is to say. This isn’t goodbye forever, it’s goodbye for now.”

Dean seems stunned with tears streaming down his face. He seems confused for a moment, unable to accept the finality of your words. He gazes down at you with eyes full of love and a plea. A plea for you to stay. A plea you wish so badly you had the power to give in to. “Y/N, there’s nothing but pain waiting for me. Monsters don’t go to heaven.” Dean looks down in shame. His face is twisted with sob.

With all of your remaining strength, you cup his head and lift his eyes to look into yours. “Dean, I k-”

You start to choke on blood and your words won’t come. Every breath burns as you breathe blood, unable to find air. Dean sits you up, desperately trying to help you breathe. The edges of your vision start to go black as you convulse in his arms, struggling to breathe.

 And the world fades to black.

 The last sounds you register are Dean screaming and Sam sobbing.

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You open your eyes in the bunker, on the couch. You wait for the pain, the headache, the hole in your stomach… and they don’t come. Cas must’ve healed you. Relief is the first real thing you feel. You hop up and start looking for the boys. There’s something very important you need to tell Dean. He needs to understand that you aren’t going anywhere. They’re nowhere to be found and Dean’s door is locked. Odd. You reach into your pocket for your phone… It’s not there. Worry begins to creep in when Castiel walks through the door.

“Cas!” You run and hug him, “Where are the boys? Did Dean get the mark off?” You smile at Cas.

“Y/N,” Cas looks at you carefully. “You’re in heaven. I came to make sure you were okay.”

You’re quiet for a moment as you remember the last few moments of your life. You made this choice. The choking and the blood. You steady yourself and take a deep breath. “I’m fine. Is Dean… I mean… the mark? And Sam?”

“Sam and Dean are fine. The mark is gone but it released the darkness.” Cas sighs, “We have to deal with that next, I suppose.”

“Good,” you smile, knowing that Sam and Dean are right where they should be: on another quest to save the world, “Tell the boys I love them and I believe in them. And tell Dean I will wait patiently.”

“They love you, Y/N. We all do. We miss you. We gave you a hunter’s funeral.” Cas looks down.

You pull his face up to look you in the eye, “Thank you for everything Cas. You gave me more time than I ever would have had before I met you. This is not your fault. I love you.” You feel warm and safe here. This is perfect.

Cas, feeling your happiness, smiles. “Goodbye for now, Y/N.”

You watch him leave and your smile drops the tiniest amount as you feel the familiar ache in the center of your chest. Almost perfect.

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30 years later

You sit patiently in the living room watching one of Dean’s favorite Kung Fu movies for the 100,000th time. Your chest aches every moment you spend watching them, but they remind you that he is coming back. The door to the bunker, which has remained closed for almost 25 years, creeps open. You hop off of the couch and tense up with your angel blade, preparing for a fight or for another angel coming to ruin your happiness to get back at the boys. You aren’t afraid, only determined to kick ass. You tense up, preparing for a fight as the door creaks open and a shadowy figure steps into the shadows.

An elderly man with familiar green eyes steps into the light.

You drop your blade and feel your chest light on fire. A burning yearning for his touch. You can’t help the joy that spreads across your entire being.

He is an old man with grey streaks in his hair and deep wrinkles under his eyes. His face lights up when he sees you. You watch as he races down the stairs and by the time he reaches the bottom, he is the Dean you remember with dark hair and emerald green eyes. He holds his arms out and you run to him and jump into his arms. The moment you touch, You take his face in both of your hands and kiss him deeply. He carries you over to the couch and falls onto his back. You both lay there and you bury your face into the crook of his arm, stretching out on top of him. You smell the familiar scent of musky pine, flannel, and whiskey. You breathe it in, inhaling it like you will never smell it again.

You feel whole.

It’s finally perfect.

“I’ve been waiting,” you murmur.

The End

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Honeymoon

Group: Exo

Member: Minseok

Genre: angsty, fluff

Word Count: 1 639

Requested: Yes

GIF ISNT MINE

“Could you please talk to me?”, you asked. Maybe you sounded a little desperate. Minseok, who was your husband for a few weeks now, sat on the couch in the living area from your hotel room. He looked down on the ground and it looked like he was completely in his own world, not really noticing what you had said. “Hello?”, you added after he didn’t answer. He barely talked to you after your honeymoon had begun, and that was two days ago. The first night was the night you thought you would lose your virginity but it ended with cuddling after you came back from the bathroom and he seemed a little different from before but you thought he just didn’t felt good. Maybe something at work had happened. Or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood for more than just a make out session. You took a step closer. “Minseok!” Still no answer. Slowly you got annoyed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Come on! Can you stop ignoring me? I’m worried!” “Can’t you see I’m not in the mood to talk to you?” “I just don’t understand why you won’t talk to me” “Why can’t you leave me alone?!” He had jumped up from the couch and looked at you angrily. His eye full of cold when a week ago there was nothing but love. “Didn’t I leave you alone long enough? Can’t you just talk to me now?” No answer. “Don’t you trust me anymore?” Hurt filled your voice. Slowly he shook his head and walked towards the door which lead to the hallway. He murmured something which you couldn’t really understand. It sounded like “I could ask you the same thing.” “What?”, you asked a little confused and furrowed your eye brows. You watched him opening the door and leaving the hotel room. Before the door closed you could hear him clearly say: “Maybe this marriage was a mistake.” You felt your heartbeat in your whole body while all you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears. Your throat felt dry and you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Shocked about what Minseok had said, you let yourself fall onto the spot on the couch where he sat before. The words he had said kept playing in your head over and over again. Your hands laid in your lap and slowly your sight got blurry before the first tear ran down your cheek. Why would he say something like that? You thought both of you were happy. His actions didn’t make sense to you at all. This gotta be a nightmare. Thats right. Thats it. Just. A nightmare. Maybe you two got married pretty quickly. You knew each other for a year and a half and dated for almost one when Minseok decided to ask you six month ago. But still, you loved each other, right? Till today you thought so. Now you weren’t that sure anymore. You never had questioned his love before but now you did. Had you done something wrong? Did he fell in love with someone else? Without knowing you had started sobbing really badly and hugged yourself. Maybe you hoped to pull the pieces that broke inside of you,  when Minseok said those hurtful words, together.

A painful sting made you open your eyes. You expected to find yourself on the couch but that wasn’t the case. Instead you laid on  the bed, cuddled into the blankets. How did you got here? Quickly you sat up which made your headache worse. You took a glance to the other side of the bed, just to find it empty. Disappointment grew inside of you. It was pretty dark in the room now, which meant a few hours have passed since it was middle of the day when Minseok had left. Back in reality and remembering what had happened broke your already shattered heart even more. The light from the moon helped you see in the dark room. When you took a look around you couldn’t find Minseok anywhere. Where was he? You looked around for your phone which you found on the couch. 1:30 am Your heart sped up. Now you got worried. Was he so mad that he didn’t wanted to come back? Taking a deep breath you checked your messages. Just to find none from Minseok. Where are you? Can’t you at least call me? Right before you pressed the green button to dial his number, you heard a little click and a quiet squeak followed. You startled and let your phone drop which landed on your feet. “Dammit”, you cursed quietly and let yourself drop on the couch, holding your feet. “You okay?”, a quiet voice asked. When you looked up, you got blinded by dazzling light and to shut your eyes. Holding your arms up to protect them from the light you heard the voice mumble an apology. “I turned it off”, he asked. When you opened your eyes and let the hands down, you could see Minseok standing in the middle of the room. Seeing him and realising he is here, you let out a relieved sig. “I didn’t thought you would come back”, you said quietly and stood up. Somehow the pain in your foot was gone. “I just needed some time alone”, he answered and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why would you think that?”, he added. He sounded hurt. “Well… after you said maybe this marriage was a mistake.” Your voice wasn’t more than a whisper. Once again your sight got blurry again and you swallowed hard. A sigh left his mouth and you could feel him coming closer. When he was only a few inches away and you could see him grabbing after your hand, you took a step back. “Do you really think that?” The first tear roll down your cheek and you looked him into the eyes. All you could see in his face was sadness and pain. And… regret? “I didn’t mean it like that”, he replied quietly. Your anger raised. “Then how did you mean it?” You looked at him with fierce. “I-” “Forget it”, you interrupted him and turned away to look outside the window and looking down to the beach near the hotel. Silence. You heard him taking a deep breath. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “Tell you what?” “That you’re still a virgin.” “What?” Did he really just said that? “How do you know?” Once again you crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned around to look at him sceptically. For a few seconds he didn’t answer but looked at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he repeated his question. His voice sounded softer than before. “Because…”, you slowly answered, not sure what to say. You were ashamed of being a virgin and knowing he wasn’t. Scared of things getting awkward between the two of you. “Because…?” After taking a deep breath you finally said: “I…didn’t know how to tell you and then it got harder and harder and I thought it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t wanted to be the weird one who doesn’t know how to do anything.” Slowly he started shaking his head. Feeling embarrassed about the topic you hated to talk about, you turned away once again to look outside. You heard him scuffle around the room and you wondered what he was up to when you felt his arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you close. A smile spread across your face when you felt his warm embrace. You had missed the great feeling you had when he was around. “Being a virgin isn’t something you need to be ashamed off. And you don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything. Please tell me next time when something is going on. It makes me feel like you don’t trust me” “I do trust you”, you answered and leaned against his chest and resting the back of your head on his shoulder. “How did you figured it out?”, you asked after both of you just stood there for a while. “Remember when you went to the bathroom on our first night here before we went to bed? When you called your friend? Thinking I wouldn’t hear y-” “ OH no! You heard me asking for advice!” It wasn’t a question. Now you felt your cheeks turning red. Now thats embarrassing! “I was hurt that you hadn’t told me and without you telling me, wasn’t an option for me, when I heard that”, he started to explain. “Yeah.. I get that”, you said quietly. Again both of you fell silent for a while. “Thats why you had been acting so cold for two days..”, you told him your thoughts. “Where did you go?” “I went to the park and called a friend”, he answered. “Asking for advice”, he added. You laughed quietly. “So, what was their advice?” “To talk to you about it and give you the time you need and letting you know it’s okay and there is nothing wrong with it and I’m ready when you are” After you swallowed hard, you turned around in is his arms and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m ready”, you breathed against his lips. “You sure?” With a little nod you leaned forward and placed your lips softly on top of his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, so you could deepen the kiss. You felt his arms leaving your middle and wandering down to your thighs and gave you a little push. After you jumped up, he carried you to bed where he crawled on top of you after he put you down. “I love you” “I love you too”

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Timeless: The Miracle of Christmas (Reaction & Thoughts) part 1

WOW!!! It looks like in this future Lucy's timeline the team is no longer in the bunker. Like an abandoned apartment building or factory???

Lucy is ALREADY making me emotional... and it has only been 30 SECONDS!!!

RUFUS'S DEATH.... IT STILL HURTS!!!!

I'm LOVING the recap through future Lucy as she is writing the journal. VERY CREATIVE!!!

I'm CACKLING!!!! The present team's faces are PRICELESS!!!!

Mason. LET THEM TALK!!!

LMAO!!! I AM DYING!!! LOL Present Lucy reaching out to try to touch Future Lucy. Obviously unsure if this is real.

WOW. Without Rufus everything went to HELL!!!! I mean future Wyatt and Lucy look like they just stepped out of the FREAKING HUNGER GAMES!!!

Just to be clear in this timeline we are still fighting Rittenhouse... 5 years later. Yes Flynn in 2023.

Jiya only caring about getting Rufus back. THANK YOU!!! Straight back to the point. Why future Lucy and Wyatt are there in the 1st place!!!

AHHHHH!!! THE JOURNAL!!!

YES!!! Figure it out TOGETHER!!!! I see what your doing there future Lucy...

WYATT THERE IS NO BABY!!! JESSICA LIED ABOUT BEING RITTENHOUSE. OBVIOUSLY SHE WAS LYING ABOUT THE BABY!!!!

And future Lucy's face while talking about the fake pregnancy.

Awwww Wyatt. I HATE TO SEE HIM HURT!!! BUT I'M ALSO SO HAPPY JESS WAS LYING. SO MANY EMOTIONS!!!

Wyatt... my poor PUPPY!!!

AWWWW!!! The future Wyatt is still concerned about future Lucy when experiencing the side effects!!! But very subtly...

THEY KNOW HOW TO PILOT THE LIFEBOAT!!!!

Present Wyatt reaching out to Lucy pulling her to a safe distance!!!!

Lucy and Wyatt looking at each other like DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN!?!?!?

Tis' the season... (indeed Emma. It is.)

"No more bloodlines or any cult crap"

That guy was stupid. HE REALLY THOUGHT HE COULD JUST WALK AWAY!?!?

When Emma said "Mahogany desk".... did anyone else think of Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games!?!? ( sorry for all the hunger games references LOL)

Jessica doesn't even flinch or hesitate after saying that they were going to kill the TimeTeam!!!!

"I'm so sorry Wyatt..."

EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!!!! MY LYATT BABIES ARE HAVING A MOMENT!!!!

The way he is looking at her.... I'M GONNA CRY!!!!

JIYA I LOVE YOU!!!

Agent Christopher giving Jiya the credit she DESERVES!!!

And Mason I'm sure you played a role in making the upgrades too!!!! LOL

"If Lucy and Wyatt are willing to risk their lives for Rufus, then so am I."

THIS IS LOVE!!!!!

OMG!!! THE WAY WYATT IS LOOKING AT LUCY!!!! I AM DYING....

"I never meant to hurt you."

MY HEART HURTS!!! He is so sincere!!!!

You and Flynn??? EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO VOMIT!!!

Same Wyatt... same

THEY WAY LUCY LOOKS AT THE DOOR AFTER WYATT LEAVES!!!! **Sobbing Uncontrollably**

OH SNAP!!! JIYA HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!!!

AWWW POOR JIYA!!!!

"Rufus always told me. There was no puzzle you can't solve"

I'M LOVING THIS WYATT AND JIYA EXCHANGE!!!

LEAVE IT TO RITTENHOUSE TO RUIN THE MOMENT!!!

ALSO. This divide between focusing on saving Rufus and chasing Rittenhouse has me STRESSED OUT!!!

Update: I have already went through several tissues!!!! I'm almost on my 2nd box!!!!

My jaw dropped when I saw the inside of the Lifeboat!!!!

"Makeup can only cover so much." TRUTH!!!

"I guess future me built the dalorian out of the lifeboat.... that's a joke Rufus would have made"

AWWWW JIYA!!!!

He will!!! WE WILL GET OUR CINNAMON ROLL BACK!!!

**man whistles** "HAS ANYONE EVER RESPONDED POSITIVELY TO THAT!?!?"

YOU TELL THEM LUCY!!!

WYATT HOLDING LUCY BACK!!!! OMG!!!

HE'S HOLDING HER ARM!!! AND KEEPING HIS HAND ON HER BACK!!!!

Oh.... wanted posters. NICE TOUCH!!!

**3 seconds after getting clothes**

Lucy: We need to change.

She isn't fooling anyone in that outfit. BUT IT WAS SMART!!!!

"Oh so you finally got to the good part. Huh."

Ughhhh.... REALLY FLYNN!!! Please excuse me while I go barf....

"I must have seen a different side of you... Guess I already have."

(Someone please make this stop....)

"Well then stop. Because if you read the rest. The affair we have. It ends badly because.... you're heart always belonged to someone else. "

THANK YOU FLYNN!!!!

SHE LOOKS AT WYATT!!!!!

There is Joaquin Murrieta!!!! Who I didn't know even existed until now....

IT'S A STANDOFF!!!

LOOK AT JIYA!!!! I'M SO PROUD!!!!

HE INSPIRED THE LEAGEND OF ZORO!?!?!?

"I was a little more focused on the fact he was trying to kill us."

Ok to be clear I HATE JESSICA. But I am impressed with how she stood up for herself and was a badass. (That will be the ONLY positive thing i will say about Jessica.)

Wow... Joaquin is just a broken man. Seeking out justice.

I am LOVING the arch between Flynn and Joaquin!!!

POOR WYATT!!!!

He NEVER intended for any of this to happen. Now he will stop at NOTHING to get Rufus back.

"I'm gonna make sure Jessica never steps foot into the bunker" - Wyatt

"How does it help us save Rufus if it means sacrificing you!?!?" - Lucy

"Because Rufus didn't deserve what happened to him.... you didn't deserve what I did to you." - Wyatt

THE EMOTIONS. MY HEART.

WYATT IS WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF FOR RUFUS!!! NOOOOOOO

LUCY AGREES WYATT CANNOT SACRIFICE HIMSELF!!!

OMG!!! LUCY'S NOT LETTING WYATT DO IT ALONE!!! NEITHER IS JIYA!!!

"Santa's got one last chimney to shimmy down" - Emma

FLYNN WHAT THE HELL.... OMG!!!!

HE'S GOING TO ELIMINATE JESSICA!!!!!

GUYS!!! THE BUNKER PARENTS ARE FIGHTING.... I don't like it.

POOR MASON!!!!

Wow... Mason has opened my eyes!!! When someone else makes a time machine... how would we protect what we have been fighting for. FOR SO LONG!!!

THE GIFS ARE NOT MINE. But if they are your gifs and you would like credit please let me know.

[detroit-become-hurt]

Flowers and Heart Break pt. 2

Pt. 2 of Flowers and Heart Break

Enjoy~

(Gif does not belong to me)

After having paid upfront, you head out with Ralph, telling him you won’t get out of work until around 8:30. Nodding he goes to stand in the ‘android parking’ that was out in front of the cafe. You looked at him for a few seconds before heading inside, feeling slightly guilty of having him stand out there. However, you didn’t have long to dwell on Ralph standing outside as more customers started coming in. After an unusually busy day you finally were able to leave, asking Ralph if he was ready to get moving. Nodding he walks alongside you, not saying anything. The walk back home was filled with awkward silence, or at least it was awkward for you. You were unsure if you should say something to Ralph or not. Deciding to break the silence you ask, “So Ralph, what’s your favourite flower?”

His LED flashes yellow for several seconds, processing your question. “I don’t have a favourite flower. It’s not in my programming.” was his reply. Rolling your eyes you grin slightly, “Well I know that, but surely after working with so many different plants you have one that you at least like somewhat.” You insist. His LED blinks some more, before going back to blue. Your shoulders slumped with disappointment. What did you expect? For him to actually give you an answer? “I rather like succulents actually.” He says quietly gaining your attention. Your head snaps to look at him, “What?” He turns his head slightly to look at you, the slightest smile on his lip. “I said I rather like succulents. They’re quite small and cute.” Smiling you look forward, happy with his answer.

Upon arriving at your home you showed Ralph around the house, before taking him to the backyard. Showing him your mess of a garden you explained how you weren’t quite sure what to put where, or what flowers would do well with others. Ralphs LED flashes red before turning yellow upon the sight before him. Your ‘garden’ at the moment was more of a mess of dirt with potted plants sitting on top, waiting to be planted. “I suppose the first question to settle is, what do you have in mind?” He asked, causing you to tilt your head. “Do you want a garden that will attract different birds, and butterflies? Perhaps instead a garden that is very fragrant?” He suggests. Shrugging you crossed your arms, “I honestly don’t know. I was hoping perhaps it could be something the two of us could figure out.” He looks at you, arms crossed behind his back. “I used to do a lot of gardening with my mom when I was little. However I never knew much about plants like she did. I mostly did the weeding and watering, while she arranged everything.” You explained looking anywhere but him.

“Perhaps we could start off with arranging the few plants you have, and go from there.” Ralph says with a kind smile. Nodding in agreement the two of you went to work on the mess you had created days prior. Truth be told, you were awful at gardening. You didn’t know anything about it, however Ralph explained things to you as he did them. Really you just sat back and listened, watching Ralph work. Every now and then you’d ask him a question, and he’d happily answer it. When it was becoming dark Ralph looked up, “We should go inside. There’s not much else we can do right now.” Standing up he offers you his hand, which you gladly take, brushing the dirt off of your pants. The two of you head inside to get cleaned up. You offer Ralph the guest room to stay in, feeling weird again if he just stood out in the living room of the house doing nothing. He replied that he did not need a room, however you just ended up asking if he would take it anyways, saying it would make you feel better. Agreeing he makes his way to the room, before bidding you goodnight. As you lied in bed that night, you thought about Ralph. No doubt they made his model highly attractive, however you thought it odd how he seemed to be...expressing emotions. There was nothing wrong with it, just...Ralph wasn’t like other androids.

It was about a month of Ralph living with you, and your garden was almost finished. Ralph had selected the best flowers for it, choosing ones that were various colors, each one vibrant and beautiful. He tended to it each day while you were gone at work, and came in to talk with you when you got home. In that short time span, Ralph also got to know you as well. Well, there wasn’t really much to tell him. “My mom passed away from an accident. And my dad and I don’t talk anymore.” You say one night as you sipped on a cup of tea. Ralphs head cocks to the side, and you wanted to scream. Why the hell was he so cute? “Why not?” He asked. You shrugged looking at the floor, “He’s just not very...nice.” You say wanting to leave it at that. Ralph doesn’t say anything, his LED flickering yellow, before making his way over to you. Looking up you nearly dropped your cup in surprise as he pulls you in for a hug. Your shock quickly dissipates away, and in return you wrap your arms around him. After a few moments he pulls away.

“Forgive me. I just...you were sad. And I know sometimes when humans are sad, hugs can help.” He says, eyes shifting around the room. You smiled placing a hand on his bicep. “Thank you Ralph.” He smiles back, nodding. The next day you walk outside, seeing Ralph working on the garden. Clearing your throat, you grin as you held your arms behind your back. “y/n, you are home early.” He says, before his eyes drifted to your arms behind your back. “I got off early. I have something for you.” You say rocking on the balls of your feet, “As a thank you, for all that you’ve done.” With that you bring your arms in front of you, holding a small ceramic pot with a succulent inside it. “I remembered you said succulents were your favourite.” Ralph stands, gently talking the small plant from your hands. He smiles softly before looking at you, stepping closer. Your chests were touching, his face just inches from yours. “Thank you.” He says quietly, his eyes flickering to your lips.

You weren’t sure exactly why you were feeling like this, why your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. It felt hard to breathe, and you couldn’t think straight. You also couldn’t figure out how or why Ralph had been acting like this, displaying emotions and small acts of affection. But when Ralph pressed his lips to your, none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered, was him. After that day, the two of you shared many more kisses, and touches of affection in the privacy of your home. For once in your life, everything was going good. However, nothing lasts forever.

It was a slow day at work when you received a call. The phone for the cafe rang, your co-worker answering it before handing you the phone. “Someone’s asking for you.” Was all they said with a shrug. Taking the phone you placed it to your ear. “Hello?” you asked, only you didn’t get the response you were expecting. You heard the sound of what seemed to be a scuffle, someone crying out no before there was a loud crash. “Hello? Ralph? Is that you?” You asked, panic rising in your chest. Finally someone answered, “You have the money to buy one of these plastic assholes, but when it comes to me you can’t even spare a dime?” A voice yelled.

Your face paled as the blood drains from it. “How..How did you find me?” You asked quietly. Your father laughs on the other end of the line, “It’s not that hard when you walk home from work. I was lucky I spotted you in the cafe the other day. Was just passing through town, looked over, and there you were. You had me worried...I thought something had happened to you. However, I see you’ve been doing just fine. More than fine. Say, how much do you think your little buddy would make me if I sold him?” He asks.

Ralph. Oh god please no.

“Don’t you touch him!” You spit out, slamming your hand on the counter. “If you run fast enough, you might be able to stop me.” Was all he says before hanging up. “Fuck!” You swore as you threw the phone down, pushing your co-worker out of the way. Rushing outside you started sprinting back home, not bothering to stop for the crosswalk sign to turn on. A car nearly ran into you, honking its horn as you narrowly dodged it. Your lungs were burning, and the normal fifteen minute walk home felt like it was taking years.

Please don’t hurt him. Anyone but him. I don’t care if it’s me you hurt, but not him. Please no…

Up ahead you see your street sign, and you used the last of your strength to push yourself to run faster. Tripping over the steps you stumbled through the front door, looking around. The kitchen table was shoved into a corner of the kitchen, some of the cabinet doors hanging off on their hinges. Broken glass here and there. Where was Ralph? “Ralph?” You called out, searching the house. You checked both bedrooms, noticing that the drawer where you kept emergency money had been empty, but that didn't matter. “Ralph! Ralph where are you?” You’re nearly screaming at this point, wanting to tear your hair out. Running back out to the living room you now notice the back door open. Looking ahead you can see Ralph, lying on the ground.

“Ralph?” You asked, your voice thick with fear as you hesitantly walk towards him. The garden is destroyed, flowers flattened and ripped up. In the middle of it all, lies Ralph, face down. Kneeling next to him your hands shake as your pushed him onto his back, crying out when you see his face. A large gash had been carved down the side of his face, blue blood leaking out. His eyes were closed, the light of his LED off. “Ralph. Wake up. Wake up.” You say shaking him, laying his head in your lap. “Please wake up. Please don’t leave me. I love you.” You begin to sob, holding his body close to yours.

System Reboot

Warning: Damaged Biocomponents

Order placed.

Pickup available in the next two business days

“Who are you? What happened to Ralph?” Ralph asked, his eyes opening slowly. Pulling back you looked at him, eyes wide. “Ralph...it’s me. Don’t you remember?” You asked quietly, tears running down your face. Fear is plastered on Ralph's face as he looks at you, one of his eyes having gone black from the damage.

Memory Damaged

“y/n?” Ralph asks hesitantly. You nod, covering your mouth with your hand. Ralph doesn’t say anything, leaning into you, his head pressed against your shoulder. You cup the back of his head, your other arm wrapping around his torso. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Everything’s going to be fine. It’ll be fine. I’m sorry.” You repeat over and over as you hold him, guilt and anger running through you. “I won’t leave again, I won’t leave you ever again.” You say holding him tighter against your body.

Ralph’s arms shakily wrapped themselves around you, holding you just as tightly. “Ralph loves y/n to.” he says.

You cry harder hearing his words. You knew things were going to be different now, but Ralph was okay. He was okay, and that was all that mattered.