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televisionboy · 3 years

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy.

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

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tell me what's wrong.- pope and clem

Every June, the world started to feel a little heavier around Clementine. She had never been the kid who was super excited about their birthday every year, she didn't want a birthday party, or to be the center of attention. She didn’t want to stand in front of her elementary school class while they sang her happy birthday. One time at sixth-grade science camp, Clementine had to stand in front of the kids from three other schools as they sang a science-themed version of the song, “Hoppy Birdie to Yew” and it was enough to make her take a long walk off of the short dock and right into the lake.

Point being, Clementine had never ben a fan of her birthday. No matter the circumstance, Clementine preferred to be on the sidelines and not in the spotlight. She was like that as a kid, and it got even worse after Kimber disappeared.

When the Pogues proposed throwing a celebratory kegger for their newest member’s birthday, Clementine adamantly refused. “Have the party or not, I don’t care. I’m not gonna go regardless” She told them. She wasn’t trying to be mean — Clementine swore up and down that she appreciated her new friends and the efforts that they’d be willing to go for her — she just didn’t want a birthday party. She wanted June 29th to be like any old regular, non-birthday day.

It’s a handful of days before Clementine’s least favorite day and the Pogues have all made themselves at home in the kitchen and in the living room at the Adams household. It had kind of become their new home base, given that the Chateau was still considered an active crime scene since what happened with Sarah and John B was technically still an open investigation.

(The Adams house got bonus points for the fact that they’d often have the house all to themselves while Lyle and Gat were out working on the Vita Caprice all day)

Even if Clementine’s dad was home, though, the Pogues didn’t feel like they had to contain themselves. It was a strange and new feeling, they were used to their friends’ parents immediately judging them for things that weren’t really their fault, the status that they were born into. Lyle Adams liked having the kids around. He missed having a household full of talking and laughter so when Clementine made friends with the rag-tag group of Pogues, he welcomed it. He ordered pizzas when he got home from work, told Clementine to invite her friends over when he was going to barbecue.

That day was no different, Lyle came home and Clementine was in the kitchen flipping grilled cheese sandwiches for herself and her friends. JJ is splayed across the couch with his feet in Pope’s lap and Kiara is sitting on the living room floor with her knees pulled up to her chest, fully engrossed in whatever movie was playing on the TV.

“Hello, teenagers!” Lyle greets the Pogues, groaning as he sits down in his reclining chair to take off his work boots.

“Hi Dad!”

He’s greeted with a chorus of hello’s in response and he looks over his shoulder to make sure that Clementine is still busy before turning to his daughter’s friends to ask them an important question:

“Has Clem mentioned anything to you kids about what she wants to do for her birthday?” Lyle cranes his neck to make sure that his daughter was still busy in the kitchen.

“We’re on strict orders not to mention the B-word” Pope shrugs.

“The b-word?” JJ raises an eyebrow. “Bitches?” His comment earns him a dissapointed look for both Pope and Clementine’s dad, with Kiara coming in clutch to whack him with a pillow from the couch.

“Birthdays, you idiot!” Kie whisper-shouts, just loud enough for Clementine to hear it over it in the kitchen.

Theres a clatter from the kitchen as Clementine drops the spatula. “I don’t want to do anything for my birthday,” She reminds them, pointedly. “For all it matters to everyone, June 29th doesn't exist, okay? Please” She walks around the corner to the living room and sets down the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches that she made for everybody before turning down the hallway and padding her way back towards her bedroom.

“Oh, Clementine...” Lyle sighs, getting up from his chair and leaving the rest of the Pogues to their plans, knowing that was the end of the conversation.

“What’s wrong with her, PMS?” JJ asks dumbly, barely lifting his head off the couch.

Kiara scoffs at him. “Do you even know what that stands for?”

“Uh, yeah Kie, ‘pissed at men syndrome’” JJ replies in full confidence. He looks to Pope for confirmation, who just shakes his head. JJ was off, but not completely.

Pope pushes JJ’s legs out of his lap and smooths down the wrinkles in the front of his button-up. “I’ll go talk to her” He says, walking around the couch and making his way towards Clementine’s closed bedroom door. He knocks —three quick, hollow raps— but there’s no answer. So he knocks again, leaning in close and mumbling “It’s Pope”

The door opens quickly and quietly, with Clementine’s green eye peeking through the crack to confirm that it indeed was Pope. She opens the door further to let him in and Pope realizes this is the first time he’s ever been in Clementine’s room. Actually, this was only the second girl’s bedroom he’d ever been in (though he didn't really fully count Kiara because they’d grown up together).

Pope steps inside and Clem closes the door behind him. He stands in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do with himself or his hands so he just looks around a little. There were still a handful of boxes sitting around, but the room was coming together quite nicely. Clementine’s twin-sized bed was pushed into one corner against the wall under a handful of posters from bands that he’d never heard of, all poached from Kimber’s old bedroom. On top of her tall dresser sat a trinket dish in the shape of a ripe orange peach, filled with earrings and rings, other “girl things” that Pope had never really noticed before. He likes looking at the photos that were in small frames all around Clementine’s bedroom; pictures of her and her parents, pictures of her and Kimber when they were both younger, all missing teeth and messy pigtail braids. Pope likes that Clementine is smiling in all of these pictures and he hopes that someday soon there would be pictures of the Pogues posted around her bedroom too.

“Tell me what’s wrong” Pope says, sitting down in the desk chair, not wanting to seem presumptuous in some way by sitting on her bed.

“It’s just...” Clementine starts, feeling her throat tighten up with emotion. She stops and takes a deep breath, remembering that it was Pope that she was talking to and that she didn’t have to hide from him. “My sister disappeared three days after my last birthday. You know, in some ways, my birthday was the last day that I got to see her and to spend time with her and—” Clementine’s voice breaks and she takes a second to compose herself.

“It’s just hard to feel like there’s anything worth celebrating after that.” Clementine excuses, flopping down onto her bed with a big sigh as she reached for one of her pillows.

“I mean, it’s not uncommon to feel that way” Pope starts cautiously. He doesn't want to patronize her, or to tell her something she’s heard a dozen times before. “It’s the anniversary effect. After someone goes through something traumatic, the body remembers it, y’know, so when that anniversary comes back around the body goes into that fight or flight mode to protect the brain.”

Clementine nods along as she process the information. She liked that Pope spoke in tangibles like that, he could rationalize most things away with a factoid or a definition. It made things easier to understand, and when they were easier to understand, they were easier to get through.

“That makes sense” She nods, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought. “Yeah, I could see that”

Pope glances up at her “You really shouldn't let that stop you from celebrating your birthday, though. Eighteen is the big one. It’s worth celebrating.”

“Like I said Pope, you guys can have a party without me” Clementine squeezes her pillow close to her chest and for a shadow of a moment it’s like Pope is looking at the younger version of Clem from the photos on her dresser.

“It doesn’t have to be a party” Pope is turns to Clementine. He picks up one of Clementine’s hair barrettes that was sitting on her desk and fiddles with it while he talks. “What if— what if we do something?”

Clementine looks up at him with a curious gleam in her eye. “Who’s we?” She smirks, trying to test the waters.

Pope can’t help that he’s nervous but he finally mumbles “Me and you”

Clementine’s eyes blow wide but it’s not in a bad way. She’s surprised, the good kind of surprised. A pleasant, unexpected but not intimidating surprise. She knew Pope and she liked Pope; she liked the way him brain worked and the way that he looked at the world. Clementine could trust Pope.

“Okay” She nods. “Me and you. What’s the plan?” Clementine looks up at Pope and smiles.

“I didn't expect you to say yes so fast, so...” Pope laughs “I don't know yet, but I’ll figure something out. Do you trust me?”

Clementine nods. Easily. Even Pope looks surprised.

“Good. Okay, good, yeah. I’ll come up with a plan — but not, like, too much of a plan. A chill plan” Pope starts rambling like he did when he was equal parts nervous and excited. Clementine laughs, actually feeling excited for her birthday for the first time in years.

“So are we havin’ a party or what?” JJ asks when Pope and Clementine finally make their way back to the living room.

Pope shakes his head no. “She drives a hard bargain, but I tried” He lies, giving Clementine a subtle wink when no one was looking.

“Whoops” Clementine shrugs, smirking at Pope. She liked that her and Pope could have a secret that was just theirs and theirs alone. Something small, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but a secret nonetheless. It had been a long time since Clementine had kept a secret like that; a secret that wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Part of her expected the Pogues to be upset with her for breaking the unspoken rule; to have a good time all the time. Even though she’d been friends with Pope, Kiara, and JJ for awhile now, Clementine couldn't help but feel insecure around them sometimes. The Pogues had all been friends since they were kids and Clementine sometimes found herself working twice as hard to be able to fit in with them. It was like she was constantly waiting for them all to change their minds and throw her out as chum, so it was a pleasant reminder to know that the three of them respected her enough to be okay with her requests, no matter of that meant canceling a kegger. Everyone just simply nodded their heads, no birthday party, and went on with their afternoons like nothing even happened.

When Clementine’s birthday finally arrives, she almost forgets about it. She’s woken up early by her doorknob twisting open, her dad’s heavy footfalls a dead giveaway of his presence even when he wasn’t wearing his work boots. Lyle sits on the edge of Clementine’s bed, leaning over her stirring body to tickle her nose. “They say it’s your birthday” He whisper-sings a couple bars of the old Beatles song as he tries to persuade Clementine to wake up fully. “I'm glad it's your birthday...Happy birthday to you,” Lyle skips around a little in the song but Clementine barely notices.

She finally concedes and squints an eye open at her dad. “Do you really think it’s smart to annoy me first thing on my birthday?” She grumbles.

Lyle laughs as he looks down at Clementine, who’s hair was sticking up in all kinds of directions. “Don’t be a jackass, you love me” He teases.

“Not this early in the morning” Clementine teases him back, poking him with her toe. “What time is it?”

“7:58 AM, the exact time you were born, Tiny” Lyle feels nostalgic as he looks at Clementine, thinking of the day she was born and all of her birthdays after. He can remember the first time he held Clementine in his hands: six pounds, eight ounces, a small little tuft of hair. He can remember watching Kimber hold her new little sister for the first time and now she was gone and Clementine was eighteen...

“You would think I’d be a morning person in that case” Clementine mumbles, sitting up in her bed and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“It would've made the last eighteen years a lot easier” Lyle agrees with a laugh, ruffling Clementine’s hair before getting up from his perch on the edge of her bed. “Get those feet on the floor, kid. Pope’s going to be here in a little bit and it’s gonna take you awhile to fix that hair” He laughs and ducks before Clementine can chuck one of her pillows at him.

“Did I tell you about that?” Clementine raises an eyebrow as she has to think back.

“Pope texted me about it yesterday” Lyle shrugs off the comment like it’s no big deal, but it’s enough new information for Clementine to be more awake and alert.

“Since when do you have Pope’s phone number?” Clementine interrogates as follows her dad out of her bedroom and towards the dining room, hell-bent on figuring out how and why her dad was in the loop with her friends.

“I think he got it from JJ...”

Clementine’s eyes blow wide again. “What is even happening?”

“I’d tell you all about it, Tiny, but I’m already late for work and your friend is on the way, and you’re still in your shark pajamas” Lyle shrugs, giving his now-adult daughter one last teasing grin as he filled up his big thermos with black coffee and prepared to head out the door. “Have fun with Pope, okay? And go fix your hair” He kisses Clementine on the forehead and makes his way out the front door, leaving her and her shark pajamas alone in the stark silence.

Clementine shuffles into the bathroom and turns on the shower to let the water warm up. She looks at herself in the mirror, minding her messy hair and the pillow creases still marking her cheek, and tries to see if she can notice anything different about herself. She can’t, not right yet, so she gives up just as quick as she starts before stepping into the shower and letting herself be engulfed in the steam.

Clementine had expected Pope to be there early, but not that early, so she’s surprised when she’s clipping on her favorite pair of overalls and hears a knock at the front door. She walks down the hallway, still towel-drying her hair as she unlocks the door, already knowing who she would find on the other side.

“You’re early” Clementine says, shaking water droplets from the ends of her short hair. She can’t help but notice how she feels weirdly self conscious at letting him see her only half-ready right now, feet still bare and wet hair slicked back out of her face.

“Always” Pope remarks with a sheepish laugh, stepping inside around Clementine. “I brought you something” He says and Clem notices the white crinkly pastry bag he has clutched in one hand that was poorly hidden behind his back.

��I thought we said no birthday things...” Clementine eyes him suspiciously as she sits down on the couch to put on her shoes and favorite pair of socks (the white ones with pink trim and the fruit pattern).

Pope laughs as he rests the small bag on the arm of the couch before sitting down on the other side of Clementine. “It’s not a birthday thing, I swear”

Expecting to find a cupcake or some treat of a more celebratory nature, Clementine is pleasantly surprised when she opens the small pastry bag and sees a pink and orange sprinkled donut.

“I was gonna get a cupcake but I figured you wouldn’t like that, so I got a donut instead. Because that’s not a birthday food, that’s just breakfast” Pope explains his logic and Clementine laughs as she takes a big bite.

The two of them leave the Adams house and Pope has his dad’s truck parked out front. Clementine looks over at him, clearly impressed that he had poached Heyward’s truck solely so he could pick her up and spend time with her on her birthday. She feels a certain sort of misplaced fondness when she looks at Pope, appreciative of him and all of his idiosyncrasies.

It’s a short drive over to the Chateau where the HMS Pogue had been parked and both Clementine and Pope are keeping their eyes peeled for any pesky Pogues that might have been hanging around. It wasn’t like their friends were unwelcome on the excursion, but it wasn’t really something that would be attractive to their high energy levels. Soon enough, Pope is lugging his backpack and ice chest down the docks to set down on one of the cracked leather seats of the Pogue before extending his hand for Clementine to step down into the boat after she ties off. The boat starts up easily and Pope drives it off carefully. Clementine pulls her sunglasses out from her backpack (the ones that she stole from the rest stop in the middle of nowhere all those months ago when she first moved to the Outer Banks) and slides them on to shield herself from the midmorning sun.

Pope smiles as he looks at Clementine in her heart-shaped sunglasses, her cut-off overalls, and her fun pattered socks. He likes Clementine and he likes being around her, though Pope likes her in a different way than the rest of his friends. He like that Clementine has a different perspective on things than the rest of the Pogues do, with judgement unclouded by years of living in the Outer Banks and watching two communities grow more and more divided.

Pope realizes that he’s been staring at her for too long so he clears his throat. “I, uh, I like your overalls”

Clementine looks up, puzzled. “I wear these all the time”

“I know” Pope nods, “I like them all the time” He reveals with a simple shrug.

Clementine feels her face heat up so she turns away from Pope, mumbling out a meek “Thank you”.

Pope expertly maneuvers the small, tin-can boat through the marsh before dropping the anchor somewhere in the middle of the calm water. The current’s not very strong yet so the boat just sits on top of the blue-green water, bobbing along on top of the small waves. It’s calm and it’s quiet, two things that both Clementine and Pope appreciated. It was still early enough in the day where the sun hadn’t fully broke through the clouds yet so it wasn’t too hot but it wasn’t too cold either. It was perfect. Neither of them worried much about talking, silence didn’t make either one of them uncomfortable like it did when they were around JJ and Kiara. With them there was always the need to be doing something, or making a plan about what they were going to do later. JJ and Kiara would already be complaining of boredom if they were there, whining about how no one brought beer or weed. So for Clementine and Pope to be able to sit quietly side by side, it was a welcome change of pace.

Clementine sprawls out across the bench seat of the HMS and lays there with her eyes closed, taking in the feeling of the sun warming up her face and listening to the birds as they chirped. “This is nice” She says after awhile, “I couldn’t even tell you the last time I felt this calm on my birthday”

Pope feels a bubble of anxious excitement build in his chest, flattered at the recognition of his efforts and the way that Clementine genuinely seemed to appreciate that he listened to her wishes. “Yeah JJ was trying to convince us that you wanted a party anyways,” he laughs. “’Girls are always like that, you know, sayin’ one thing but meanin’ the opposite’” Pope puts on his best surfer sounding voice, doing a damn good impression of JJ.

Clementine laughs. “Wow, it’s like he’s right here with us” She rolls her eyes.

“No if he was with us, you’d know. I think he’s physically incapable of being quiet for more than five minutes” Pope points out and Clementine can’t really argue with that.

The day goes on, slow and lackadaisical. The two of them just lay around the Pogue, enjoying the silence and the slow rocking of the boat on the water. It’s nice to not feel like you had to talk, that it was okay and somehow more special and sentimental to sit in comfortable silence with someone. A handful of hours pass by of them just sitting and relaxing, sometimes talking and sometimes not. Pope pulls a book out from his backpack and reads it quietly, looking up every once in awhile at Clementine, who looked like she might have fallen asleep at the other end of the boat.

“You awake over there?” Pope calls out and Clementine squints one eye open at him as she pulls her sunglasses down.

“Barely” She yawns. “What are you reading?” Clementine stands up slowly, making her way to where Pope was sitting at the stern of the boat. She sits down next to him and rests her head on his shoulder. Clementine isn't really sure what came over her to make her do that, but Pope doesn’t move so she doesn't either.

Instead of just simply showing her the cover of his book, Pope clears his throat and begins to read aloud:

“Roads go ever ever on, Under cloud and under star. Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen, And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green, And trees and hills they long have known. The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet.”

It’s Tolkien, Clementine can recognize it easily. She remembers reading his books while sitting in her dad’s lap when she was younger, watching all of the Lord of the Rings movies on the couch with her eyes glazed over, too invested to even want to blink and miss so much as a second. It’s even better because Pope was good at reading aloud. He had a rhythmic, even tone to his voice that made the words seem punctuated and more important — the kind of voice that made you want to listen even closer. Clementine appreciated someone who could read out loud. It always annoyed her in school when a teacher would make the whole class go paragraph by paragraph and would force each student to sound out every word (even when the person who was reading was clearly struggling).

She hums contentedly as she listens to Pope round out the last stanza, taking in the words his reading and relishing in the clean smell of laundry detergent from his crisp button-down shirt:

“Still 'round the corner there may wait A new road or secret gate; And though I oft have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.”

“I like it” Clementine says once Pope finishes reading, closing his book. “What do you think it means?”

Pope’s heart skips a beat when she asks that. It was so abnormal for him to have someone he considered a friend truly indulge him in his academic interests. Sure, Kiara and JJ appreciated his niche knowledge, but neither of them cared enough to ask Pope about his personal interpretation of things.

“I think...” Pope pauses for a minute to gather his thoughts. “I think it’s all about the journey home after this great adventure” He says, knowing the feeling all too well. “It’s about leaving behind the hard stuff and going home, where you already know your place. You don’t have to journey hard to find it, you’re there.”

“It’s a metaphor for life” Clementine nods along, in full agreeance with what Pope was saying.

“Exactly!” Pope says, nearly out of breath with excitement.

The two of them go back to their non-academic conversations after that, talking about books they had read and wanted to read, movies that they’d seen enough times to be able to commit full scenes of dialogue to memory. It’s warmer now, a lot warmer, and the afternoon sun beats down on Clementine and Pope, making them shield their eyes from the reflection of the sun on the water. Clementine pulls her plastic heart-shaped sunglasses off and puts them on Pope, who bursts out into laughter.

“Is this it? Is this the look?” He strikes a pose.

“Your best look yet, Pope” Clementine confirms, giggling.

Pope keeps the cheap sunglasses on for a few minutes, glad that JJ and Kiara weren’t around to make fun of him. He grabs his ice chest from where it was sitting on the cracked leather boat seat and opens it up, retrieving two cold glass bottles of lemonade (the same kind that Clementine liked to buy from Heyward’s when she walked through town). He hands one of the bottles to Clementine who accepts gratefully, though she struggles to open up the cap. There’s a handful of snacks in Pope’s arsenal: barbecue chips, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that were wrapped in foil, four packets of fruit snacks, and a cluster of small mandarin oranges (known more colloquially as clementines).

Pope smirks as he picks up one of the small oranges. “Care for a clementine, Clementine?”

She laughs, watching as Pope tosses one up and catches it. “You eat it. If I did, it’d be cannibalism”

Now usually anyone else would falter at a joke made about eating people, but Pope beams over at her, clearly in appreciation of her sense of humor. The two of them eat their lunch in silence until Pope’s phone starts vibrating on the seat next to him. He picks it up and sees that it’s JJ calling; he holds up the phone so Clementine can see it too, his goofy contact picture on full display.

Clementine takes Pope’s phone from his hand and answers it. “This is Mr. Heyward’s phone, how may I be of service?” She puts on her best customer service voice to throw JJ off.

“What’re you doing, Clam, give the phone to Pope” JJ recognizes her voice right away and uses his nickname for Clementine to get her to drop the act.

“Ugh, do you really have to call me that on my birthday?” She rolls her eyes and hands the phone over to Pope. “It’s for you...”

“Pope, did you poach the Pogue?!” JJ interrogates, having gone over to the Chateau to retrieve the boat and coming up empty.

“You know, I can’t confirm or deny” Pope tries to play it cool but it’s no use.

“Just come pick us up, alright?” JJ questions, not even waiting for Pope’s response before hanging up the phone.

“Duty calls?” Clementine laughs, standing up to pull at the boat anchor so they could get back to the rest of their very impatient friends. Pope shrugs at her in response. “It was nice while it lasted”

“I’m just sorry it wasn’t more exciting”

Clementine looks at Pope strangely, as if she couldn't believe that he would be apologetic after the day that they spent together. She didn't want something exciting, like, at all. After her last birthday, and her sister disappearing only a handful of days later, Clementine had enough excitement for a few years. She wanted to have a relaxing birthday, which she did, with Pope.

“Honestly, Pope, this was the best birthday I had in years” Clementine reveals, walking closer to Pope and wrapping her skinny arms around him. It takes him a second to relax into the hug but he does, resting his head on top of her own and inhaling the floral smell of her shampoo.

“Thank you” She mumbles into his chest.

“Anytime” Pope replies. And he meant that.

#fic: don't you forget about me #obx oc: clementine adams #clementine x pope #pope heyward x oc #pope heyward one shot #pope heyward fic #jj maybank x oc #kiara carrera x oc

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Valentine’s Day is Just a Money Making Scheme

Steve loves Valentine’s Day. The hearts, pink, red, purple, chocolate! He doesn’t know why exactly he’s so drawn to it, it’s never made a big deal out of, not from his parents, and surprisingly not from Nancy. When they were together she made it clear that Valentine’s Day was a waste of money in her mind, just a holiday to feed corporate greed. Steve never thought about it like that though, he enjoyed the light-heartedness of it all, the love the was felt seemingly all around. Maybe he’s drawn to it because affection becomes normal, and it’s never a regular occurrence for Steve.

When Valentine’s Day comes around, Steve expects Billy to have the same views as Nancy, especially because of the macho, manly-man, front Billy puts on. So, Steve never mentions it seriously, maybe a couple of off-hand comments when they’re at the store together in mid-January, and Billy points out the decorations and stuffed animals. On the day itself, Steve doesn’t expect anything, he’s learned not to get his hope up, in chances that he gets disappointed again.

Before leaving for work, he fixes Billy a nice breakfast of pancakes with tiny chocolate syrup hearts. He kisses Billy goodbye and heads out to Family Video, which’s been decked out in pink and red streamers, and small plastic hearts covering the front windows. Once arriving Robin gives him a small wave and tosses him a small piece of candy. “Happy Valentine’s day, Dingus.” He smiles at her and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the piece of chocolate he had picked up at the store for her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Rob.”

“So,” She drags out, “Is lover-boy planning on doing anything special for you guys tonight?” She asks with a waggle of her eyebrows. Steve laughs and shakes his head, “Nah, I don’t think so. We didn’t really plan anything, I didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it.” Robin furrows her eyebrows at this, “Steve. I thought you loved Valentine’s Day?” Steve sighs, “I do, but I know it’s not really Billy’s scene and I didn’t want to make him do anything he’s uncomfortable with. Besides- The decorations at Family Video are enough for me.” Robin shakes her head, “Whatever, Steve-o. You deserve to have a good Valentine’s Day.” Steve waves her off and clocks in, ready to start his shift.

Steve goes through his shift quietly, and Robin can tell he’s disappointed by how he’s acting. So she starts planning, on her lunch break, she tosses Steve another piece of chocolate and says “I’m gonna go make a quick call. Be back in a sec!” and walks out the front door down to the payphone that’s on the next block. She dials Steve’s house phone, knowing that Billy’s there and not at work, Steve mentioned it quickly during one of their conversations. When Billy picks up she wastes no time explaining how Steve feels, and together they start formulating a plan. After 10 minutes, a Valentine’s dinner is planned for Steve, all Billy has to do is set it into action.

When Robin gets back to family video, Steve notices the grin on her face and asks what’s up, she makes up a lie that she has a date and is excited for it. Steve hums, “At least one of us is going to have a successful Valentine’s day. They continue through the last half of their shift relatively quickly, though it does get a bit annoying having to tell every last couple that all the romance movies have been checked out already. After they finish closing, Steve says goodbye to Robin and wishes her good luck on her date. They both get in their cars and pull out of the parking lot, driving off in separate directions.

Robin stops by the payphone once again to let Billy know that Steve’s on his way home and to make sure everything’s ready at the house. Once Billy confirms she hangs up and starts heading home, hoping that Steve gets the Valentine’s Day date he deserves.

Meanwhile, Steve is driving home listening to the mixtape Billy made for him for his birthday last year. Getting closer to home he sighs, disappointed, but not surprised.

He pulls into the driveway and put his car in park. He’s not paying attention and he almost misses the chalk-drawn hearts that are spread out on the driveway. “What?” He whispers to himself. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, once inside he can hear records playing soft love songs, ones that his grandma used to listen to, and he can smell something amazing coming from the kitchen. Rounding the corner, he sees Billy all dressed up in his nice, white, date shirt, and his best pair of jeans. Billy walks up and pulls him in by the waste and plants a sweet kiss on Steve’s lips, “There’s a bath waiting for you upstairs, go get ready while I finish setting up dinner.

Steve’s heart is so full as he nods and heads up the stairs to his bathroom, he swears it’s going to burst. Once in the bathroom, he almost cries at the sight of the rose petals dancing in the water, and the plate of chocolate-covered strawberries on the counter. He relaxes in the bath for a while, picking at the strawberries and washing his hair with the peach-scented shampoo he knows Billy loves. Once clean, and dried off, he walks into his room to get dressed, pulling on his own nice pair of jeans, and a red sweater.

He walks downstairs and this time he does tear up at the sight of Billy at the dining room table, with a cheesy teddy bear and a bouquet of lilies, because Steve only like roses as an accent, whatever that means (He’s learned not to question Steve about house decor). Take out dinner from Enzo’s is plated up nicely, curtesy of Billy, and there’s a cheesecake omn the counter for dessert. Wiping his eyes, Steve looks at Billy, “Bill, you didn’t have to do all this,” He whispers. Billy grabs his hands and pulls him into a tight hug, “Yes, I did Stevie. Robin called me from work and told me how sad you were. Why did you tell me you didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it?” Steve stammers, “Well, I. I knew it wasn’t really your type of thing and Nancy always-” Billy cuts him off. “Stevie. I’m not Nancy. I love you, and if you love Valentine’s Day and like to celebrate it, then so do I. You give up so many things for me, like not going to operas and all that fancy shit you like. I can do Valentine’s Day for you. Because. Because I love you.” He finishes with a whisper. Steve looks up, eyes shining, “I love you too, Billy. So much more than you’ll ever know.”

Billy smiles, “I’m glad you said that. Now. I’m, I’m not proposing. Because we’re young and we can’t get legally married, but. Someday. When we’re both ready, and out of this shit hole town, I will marry you so hard.” And with that he pulls out a ring, a plain silver band, and slips it onto Steve’s finger, “I promise, that if you’ll have me, I’ll be with you forever.” And the final straw is when Steve notices the matching band wrapped around Billy’s finger, and he breaks down. With tears streaming down his face he grabs Billy’s cheeks and swings in for a long, teary kiss. After pulling away and wiping his tears, and watching Billy wipe at his own eyes, they sit down and enjoy their dinner.

With a new promise shining on their hands, and in their hearts, each fall asleep on the couch, with their lovers in their arms.

#also on ao3 #cute harringrove #harringrove #Billy/Steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #steve harrington #slight angst #fluff #harringrove fic #soft billy #best friend robin #wingman robin #Family Video #valentines day fic #steve angst #just a little tho

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huntertales · 3 years

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Part Three: There’s Some Things You Can’t Fix. (Heaven Can’t Wait S09E06)

Episode Summary: When Dean gets a call from Castiel about a possible case dealing with spontaneous human combustion, the older Winchester decides to investigate–on his own. The reader decides to tag along. She doesn’t take no for an answer when Dean shares his odd hesitations on letting her work on a hunt with Castiel. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,502.

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Cas watched from the passenger side window as Nora’s house slowly pulled up into view. The knot in the pit of his stomach began to tighten at how time was slipping by quicker than he anticipated to the big moment. His very first date. At first he was unsure of the proper reason why his palms felt so sweaty and his stomach started to feel strange. It wasn’t quite queasy like the time he ate some bad food when he was homeless and was forced to survive off of scraps he found in the dumpster. But he didn’t quite feel up to his normal self. When he told you and Dean about his sudden symptoms, your shared reactions weren’t ones he was expected. The man rolled his eyes in a dramatic fashion while you laughed it off.

He didn’t understand what was so funny about what he said. Cas was genuinely worried there was something wrong with him, maybe he caught something from a customer and he only began to notice it now. He thought it was enough concern to cancel his date, in fear he might get Nora sick as well. She never missed a day of work since he started there. Humans were infamously notorious for catching all sorts of viruses and diseases. What he was feeling wasn't a stomach bug, it was something vastly different. Cas should've learned by now that emotions can change how a person feels psychically.

"It's like butterflies in your stomach. You're excited, but you feel like you're about to pass out from nervousness." You explained almost perfectly about how Cas was feeling at the moment. "It's how I used to feel whenever Dean was around before we got together. When you're finding your feelings for someone, it gets...complicated.”

"But I'm not in love with Nora." Cas said. He started to grow even more confused at how truly complicated it was to be a human. There were so many more things than keeping after yourself. Not that relationships and emotions were strange territory, there was just so much more out there he never experienced before. He realized he was only just beginning to learn what it was all like. "At least, I don't think so."

"It's most likely just last minute nerves. Maybe even a little crush. No need to go on proposing to her during dessert." You reassured the man. "Just go in there and be yourself."

"Okay." Cas inhaled a deep breath to try and calm his nerves before placing a hand on the passenger side door. "Thanks, Dean."

"Cas, wait. I can't let you do this." Dean managed to stop the other man before he made a grave himself. Cas sat with his foot standing on the pavement and the car door opened a few inches. The poor guy thought Dean was going to try and stop him from meeting up with Nora, thinking it was a bad idea after all. But that wasn't the cause of concern for Dean. He was looking out for his friend. His attention was focused on the tacky blue vest Cas was still wearing. "You're gonna wear that on a date?"

Cas put his foot back into the car and shut the door again, having a feeling there was something Dean was hinting around. First impressions were everything. Cas wanted to make the very best. He glanced down at his clothes to see what the problem might be. He always kept a tidy appearance. There was not a single stain on his outfit, maybe a piece of lint he overlooked. He didn't understand what the problem was, or how he could fix it.

“This is all I have, Dean.” Cas confessed.

"You know, Dean is right. Uh...we don't have time for you to change." You thought to yourself for a moment about what Cas could do to try and spruce up his appearance a bit better. You should've forced Dean to let Cas borrow some of his clothes. But you would just have to work with what you had. You tilted your head to the side and bit your lip for a brief second to try and think. "Okay. Lose the vest."

“What are you—”

"Lose the vest. Come on. Fork it over." You stopped Cas from trying to put up a fight about the stupid article of clothing. Thankfully he complied and handed over the bulk of fabric over to you from the front seat. "That's a little better. And now your buttons—why don't you unbutton it?”

Sometimes Cas took things a little too literal. The man started to undo the first two buttons of his shirt like you suggested, but kept going with a third one and almost undid another before Dean stopped him. "That's far enough, Tony Manero. Save the strip tease for Nora."

"All right. Let me take a look." You leaned forward in your seat to try and get a better look at Cas with his slightly new appearance. You took a few seconds before you deemed him good enough to head off on his date. "Yeah. Good.”

"Listen to me. There's a few things you need to know." Dean felt the need to give the man some advice if he wasn't to make a fool of himself, more than he probably already would. "Always open the door for her, okay? Ask a lot of questions. They like that. And...oh, if she's happy to go dutch, she's lying."

"Okay, that's enough." You interrupted the man before he could give anymore unsolicited information that might hurt Cas more than help. You lightly slapped a hand on Cas' shoulder and offered a supportive smile. "Go get 'em, tiger."

Cas inhaled a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart before finally gathering the courage to open up the passenger side door again and step out. You and Dean watched as he finally made his way to Nora's front door, finding this situation sort of like dropping off your kid on their first date. There was a sort of innocence and adorable factor that made you smile. Dean offered a supportive thumbs up when Cas stopped at the closed front gate and looked over his shoulder to see the both of you were still there. Cas returned the gesture before opening up the gate and continued heading toward the house.

You smiled to yourself when Cas managed to make it to the front door without backing out. He adjusted his appearance one more time to make sure he looked presentable and reached a fist up to knock on the door. However he stopped when he realized something. Wasn't it customary to bring dates flowers as a romantic token? What if she was expecting them? Before he could begin to panic, luck seemed to have been on his side tonight.

Cas spotted a blooming rose bush conveniently right next to the porch. He remembered Nora saying about how she liked gardening in her free time. Red roses were also a symbol of love. He found a pair of clippers and snipped himself a single rose, Nora wouldn't know the difference. Dean snickered to himself when Cas’ small touch he added on his own caused the poor man to prick his fingers when he cut the single flower off. It seemed Cas might not be doomed after all.

"I think it's our cue to leave." You said. You slipped out from the backseat and back into the passenger side when you saw Cas waving you off, wanting you both to get out of here before Nora realized he was here. You smiled at the sight. "Our boy's all grown up."

You waved back at Cas as Dean turned the engine back on before either one of you could embarrass your friend in front of his date. However before Dean could pull away from the curb, he swiftly put his foot on the brake when he saw a truck start backing up when it seemed to have come out of nowhere. Dean slowly started to grow frustrated when the car started to get dangerously close to the Impala. Before there could be an accident, he managed to get the driver's attention. You waved one final time at Cas before the Impala drove off down the street and into the night, all before disappearing from sight.

+ + +

A few minutes into driving after dropping off Cas on his date, the silence that fell over the car was interrupted by your phone going off. Your brows furrowed in confusion as to who might be trying to get in contact with you. You partially hoped it wasn't Cas. Things couldn't have gone south that quickly. When you spotted the name on the I.D. of the sheriff you had been working on the case with together, you answered it after the third ring.

"Now, here's a wrinkle. Our first crime scene, the married couple? Full analysis of the spray came in from the lab." The sheriff got a strange lead that he thought you might want to hear about that benefited both parties. And it cut down on the list of suspects to just one possible lead. "Turns out it only contains the wife's DNA."

"The husband's still out there." You mumbled, connecting the dots on your own. You thanked the sheriff for the tip before ending the call. You turned your gaze over to Dean, who had been trying to split his attention from you and the road. "We got to go by the police station. I think I know who’s behind all of this.”

+ + +

Figuring out the face to the angel who was causing all of these deaths was only part of the puzzle you needed to solve in order to wrap up this hunt before someone else could get hurt. You and Dean stopped by the station to have a talk with the sheriff to hear out what else he had found out from the new lead. You looked through the documents of the wife's death certificate and the typed up police file about the actual reported crime, hoping to find something that might help pinpoint a direction to help you solve this hunt once and for all.

"He was already a bit screwy, but then he found religion. She was a hard-line atheist, no peach herself. When he got himself obsessed with this Buddy Boyle whack job, an already bad marriage got worse." The sheriff went on about the couple that landed with the wife dead, and the husband still missing. You scoffed ever so quietly to yourself at the familiar sounding name. It all was starting to make sense now of how this mess came to be. "Kept telling her to 'let God in.'"

"Buddy Boyle." Dean repeated the name of a preacher he heard before. You glanced up from the documents and rolled your eyes from the trouble he was causing you lately on an already crappy situation that was spiraling out of control."That explains it."

“Explains what?” The sheriff asked, feeling out of the loop from what the man was talking about.

"Nevermind. Uh, let's see." You focused your attention back to the documents as you shuffled around the papers to try and find something actually useful. You stumbled upon a photograph that made you do a double take of the happy couple. You pointed a finger to the vehicle in the background. "Is that his truck?"

"Yep." The sheriff casually answered.

You remembered where you saw the truck before, right when you were leaving Nora's house, the one that nearly backed into the Impala. You and Dean shared the same worried expression, coming to the possible conclusion to the worst possible outcome. Cas was in danger. If you and Dean weren't quick enough to get back to him, he might be next.

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Trying to understand how a human deals with the influx of emotions was a complicated and difficult thing without experiencing what it was like to be one first hand, and even then it was still confusing. The smallest and kindest gesture can make someone burst with happiness, while a slight inconvenience can ruin one’s day. Cas learned slowly over time that he was just like everyone else on this planet. Nothing special without his grace, living day to day just trying to survive. And while it might seem depressing and bleak at times, it wasn't always like that. Cas learned that life wasn’t so bad being a measly human. But his brother didn’t want to see past the pain.

His brother wanted to fix these humans and make the world a better place like he did in heaven, the place that was no longer. All the angel could feel was the endless sorrow in the world. An endless melody that called out to him, begging for relief. Cas was calling to him the loudest. The man might have been warded from all angels, but his pain was like a beacon shining down on him. It made him stick out like a sore thumb for his brother to find him and put the poor human out of his misery once and for all. But Cas wasn’t a feeble creature. He might have been without his grace to protect himself, he still had some tricks up his sleeve to keep himself alive long enough for his friends to come to his aid.

The backdoor to Nora’s house burst open without warning, causing the conversation between Cas and his brother about his life choices to be mometairly paused, the angel wondering who was trying to ruin a special moment. It seemed you and Dean figured out on your own who was to blame for the recent deaths around town. The both of you came charging in with your angel blade in hand swinging up in the air, but you were no match against the more powerful being who easily flung you across the room.

Dean landed roughly against the wall and into some of the baby's things, none of which broke his fall. You slid across the floor and into a dining room chair that caused you to hit your head against the wood. The blow was enough for you to forget for a moment about the blade. You tried brushing off the pain and placed the hand that had been holding the weapon to your now throbbing head. When the pain subsided enough for you to open up your eyes and figure out where the angel might have gone, you noticed his attention drifted away from Cas and to you for some reason. A bad feeling settled into your stomach at the way he was just staring...observing you.

“What happened to you?” The angel whispered to only felt himself. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you stared up at the angel, wondering what kind of pain you must be giving off. Your life has been filled with nothing but misery and pain. But it was a pain that you couldn't see yourself. "The sorrow you're going through, it's strong. Stronger than I've felt with most. The guilt is the worst of all, isn’t it?”

Your expression shifted into a hardened expression at the things he was saying. You tried to play dumb, hoping you might be able to buy yourself some time while you figured out how to get out of this. "What the hell are you talking about?”

“You humans try so hard to hide the pain, but I can see it so clearly. You’re suffering. All of you are.” The angel went on without going into proper details about the sort of pain you were feeling at the moment. The kind that you buried deep underneath the surface for no one to see, not even yourself. A sort of sympathetic smile crossed his face at the trauma he felt off of you. "You're denying yourself the truth.”

Dean used the angel’s distraction as a way to get the upper hand and finish this before anyone else died at the hands of unwanted mercy, or to spill any secrets that needed to remain buried deep down. He slid the blade across the floor and over to Cas, who swiftly grabbed the weapon and did what needed to be done. Killing any of his siblings never got any easier. Whenever he was forced to kill one of his siblings, it never got any easier when the numbers of their kind dwindled over the years from war and tragedy. But he couldn’t let his brother keep going on this path, there would be no end to his mercy. You quickly shielded your eyes from the sudden burst of white light when Cas plunged the blade into the angel’s chest, ending his brother's mercy killing with one of his own.

+ + +

Turns out Cas’ evening plans turned into an accidental miscommunication between Nora and himself. She was going on a date—just not with him. Cas spent the night with Tanya, Nora’s infant daughter who was now peacefully sleeping after the commotion that went down in the kitchen not too far from her nursery. While Dean took a call from his brother outside, you helped Cas tidy things up and take care of the baby’s fever that was starting to worry him. With his grace gone, Cas couldn’t fix humans anymore with a simple touch to the forehead. Luckily for him, you had a few tricks up your sleeve to help.

“It’s probably because she’s teething. An easy fix.” You explained to him. You spotted a few teeth poking through the baby’s gums when she let out a yawn at how she was being kept up past her bedtime. “Why don’t you go to the medicine cabinet and see if there’s any baby aspirin? That should do the trick.”

You took Tanya out of Cas’ arms without an ounce of hesitation and began to slowly rock her back and forth when she started to grow fussy. You occupied the baby while Cas departed to the bathroom to hunt down the medicine you told him to get. He came back a minute later to see you softly cooing at the baby with smiling praises of how adorable she was. Despite never having had a child of your own, and the loss of one, you fell into the motherly figure naturally. You were a caregiver to him and the boys, even to strangers you never met before. The sight of you holding Tanya made his heart break.

When you saw the man was back with the medicine, you grabbed the medicine and proceeded to read the instructions that would bring the fever right down. Cas continued to watch as you handled Tanya with ease, acting naturally as she was your own. He realized that this was both of yours first moment alone together since everything happened unfolded and him leaving the bunker. There was so much he wanted to say to you.

“You’re very good with her.” Cas wasn’t sure if what he said was the right thing. It had only been a short time ago since everything unfolded. Wounds such you had dealt with might still be sore. And what his brother had said about you burying it deep down was something you would most likely do. Sometimes that wasn’t healthy. Humans need to talk about their problems, or at least give people who they loved reassurance they weren’t dealing with these problems alone. A small smile crossed your face at the compliment. “I...I also wanted to apologize to you.”

Your face scrunched up slightly in confusion at the sudden shift in conversation topic. “What for?”

“For not being there for you when you needed me the most. If I learned anything about being a human from you and the Winchesters, it’s that you’re there for the people you care about in crisis.” Cas said. “Dean called me from the hospital and told me what happened after you stopped doing the trials. It’s...I wish I was there.”

You fell silent for a moment as your expression shifted into one that made Cas suddenly regret bringing it up in the first place. You put Tanya down back into her crib and turned back to him. A heavy sigh fell from your lips at what you were about to admit.

“Don’t tell Dean, but...I guess there was some truth to what the angel said back there. I’ve been beating myself up about it for weeks now about what happened. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about what it might be like if things turned a bit differently.” You said. You turned your attention to the sleeping Tanya and smiled to yourself for a brief second about how adorable she looked. “But feeling guilty over it won’t change the past. We can’t change anything about what we did. That’s something you’re going to learn pretty quickly about being human. All we can do is keep moving forward and make best with what we got, not what we lost.”

Cas listened to your words of advice and nodded his head. He was starting to understand that no matter who he was, angel or human, no one was perfect. Mistakes were going to be made. It was just the nature of living. “You know, you don’t make such a bad human, after all.” Your compliment to the man made him chuckle for the first time tonight.

You made your way to the door when Tanya's quiet snores came from the crib. Cas felt the need to return your compliment with one of his own. "If you ever are given the chance to be a mother, I think you would be perfect." He said. "You're a kind person, Y/N. You deserve the happiness that you seek. It might not come soon...but hopefully one day."

“Thanks, Cas.” You mumbled. You didn't know why, but the thought of becoming a mother made you suddenly grow a little bit sad at the prospect you might not have all of this. You talked about how you thought you never would or want to have a child, but deep down, you were lying to yourself. It was a bitter sadness that you buried deep down. You looked over at the crib and let out a quiet sigh. "That means a lot."

Back outside with Dean, his conversation with his brother was turning out to be less comforting than the one you had with Cas. He leaned against the hood of the Impala and listened to the night he had with Kevin and Crowley, hoping there might have been some good news sprinkled in there somewhere. It turned out to be the worst outcome Dean could think of. He took the truth Crowley gave his brother with a grain of salt. The demon had been less helpful to them in the past without getting something out of them. Dean highly doubted the self isolation treatment the demon was being given softened him up. Sam was confident Crowley was telling the truth.

"No, Dean, not this time." Sam told his brother the hard truth all of you were going to have to come to terms with. "Look, Metatron built the spell to withstand any attempt to reverse it. There is no putting the angels back in heaven. It's done.”

The older Winchester let out a heavy sigh from what this news meant for someone. He finished up the call with his brother the exact moment you accidentally spooked him when you placed a hand on his arm. You smiled at his reaction before it slowly faltered at the sight of his face. Dean told you the same news Sam had given him over the phone about the mess that seemed to be unfixable. Your mind immediately went to the one person who was going to handle it the hardest, and who it affected the most. "Are you gonna tell Cas?"

The poor guy already was beating himself up badly about the situation that he caused, and all he wanted to do was undo his mistakes. But it seemed there was no way of putting things back together the way it once was. There were just some problems you couldn't fix. Out of anyone, you understood that the most.

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Every part of you wanted to keep Cas around and offer him a chance to have a proper place to call his home back at the bunker. But there were circumstances you would eventually learn that kept him from doing so. For now you remained in the dark about the reason why, thinking it was Cas’ personal choice to do as such. Cas had made a life of his own in this little town and seemed to be enjoying himself. It was just how it was going to be for now until things got better. if that was even possible anymore.

The final stop for Cas was back at the convenience store before his shift started. You conveniently excused yourself for a quick pit stop to the restroom before you and Dean headed back on the road to the bunker. It gave Dean a perfect chance to have a conversation with his friend about how things had to be.

"Listen, Cas, back at the bunker, I'm sorry I told you to go." Dean started off with an apology that felt like it needed to be said. "I know it's been hard on you, you know, on your own. Somehow you're adapting. I know Y/N's been worried about you, but it makes her happy seeing you do good. And, honestly, I'm proud of you."

“Thank you, Dean.” Cas said. Hearing words of encouragement from his friends brought a small ounce of happiness to him, but it only lasted for a short while, something else was weighing heavy on his mind that felt he needed to discuss. He glanced out the window before back to the hunter. "But there's something Ephraim said. The angels--they need help. Can I really sit this one out? Shouldn't I be searching for a way to get them home?"

"Don't worry. Me, Y/N and Sam, we'll take care of the angels." Dean reassured his friend, releasing him of the burden. "You're human now. It's not your problem anymore."

Dean never got around to telling Cas the information Sam told him. He should've. It was probably the right thing to do. But he couldn't get himself to do that, not to the poor guy who was already feeling down. He didn't lie, he just glossed over the truth. Refrained from giving all of the truth. It was becoming a habit lately with him—not telling the whole truth. Dean kept telling himself it was for the best.

He forgot that the truth will always come out. There was no lie or feeling that a person can bury deep enough to keep it from seeing the light. Eventually it was going to come back and haunt him.

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drones-of-innocence · 4 years

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Has anyone requested Mario x Peach for the ask yet? Because I am! Yahoo!!!

I will gladly do Mario x Peach!! This one got pretty long, sorry about that!

Who was the one to propose:

Mario did!! Technically he did in canon already haha, but I think he’s got the heart and the showmanship to put together a proper proposal for his Princess. It was adorable; he caught her completely by surprise, because she figured if he was going to ask, it was going to be before all their friends as the center piece for a wonderful celebration. Instead, he was quite simple about it. She recognized his nerves. His hands trembled just the slightest, his voice caught in his throat, and his breath seemed to shudder whenever he addressed her. Still, when he invited her to the lake on a lovely summer evening, she had no idea what his plans were. They often spent their evenings alone together anyway, whether it be on the lakeside or on her balcony. They were dating, after all. The fireflies came out just when the stars did. She should have known he would have asked her in his own simple, charming way. Mario cleared his throat, and spoke briefly of the future. He couldn’t manage to give a long, elaborate speech like he thought he should. So instead, he got down on one knee, and offered the ring. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, my Princess. Will you marry me?”

Who stressed more over wedding planning:

Again, this one has to go to Mario. Peach has no qualms about being under the spotlight, speaking in public, or organizing large events. Mario, on the other hand, didn’t even know where to begin, especially with Toadsworth stressing him out over proper behavior and manners at a royal wedding. He was going to marry a whole entire Princess!! The only person possibly more stressed than Mario had to be Luigi, who’s extreme sense of empathy went out to his poor brother. Both of them were just two little balls of nervous energy during the planning.

Who decorated the house:

So they don’t technically live together? I see Mario splitting his time between the castle and his house, but Peach can’t exactly leave her castle whenever she pleases. But she does visit. If they could have a house together, I see Mario as the one who could put a room together. Neither of them are master interior designers, but Mario has at least had experience, having moved between several apartments in he and Luigi’s past. If Peach were in charge, she would hire someone else to do it more likely than not. But Mario, being somewhat of a penny pincher by habit, would rather take care of things like that himself.

Who does the cooking:

Luigi does the cooking! Just kidding haha, but Peach has food provided for her whenever she pleases. In the Mario household, Mario cooks breakfast, and Luigi, self proclaimed as “il maestro della cena,” will not allow anyone else to cook dinner. So when Peach visits, or even when the brothers visit the castle, he insists on taking over the kitchen. He’s more than happy to cook for his family; he was very thrilled to be the first to point out that now he is Peach’s brother-in-law.

Who is more organized:

So Peach is more organized in the classical sense; her room is always very tidy, her notes very easy to read, handwriting neat. She has lists and agendas and calendars and journals galore. But Mario is organized in a different way; his thoughts can be very scattered, but he is excellent at mobilizing/organizing emergency responses, prioritizing and getting things done. In the event of a disaster, Mario is your man. He can literally survive in the wilderness with nothing but his wits. He naturally regulates his own sleeping and eating habits, which he can adjust and adapt to his situation as need be.

Who initiates bedroom fun:

Okay, so...I made a vow that I would never publicly do or make anything NSFW for characters that belong to a franchise aimed at children, even discuss headcanons. So I will construe the meaning. Peach and Mario have lots of fun in her bedroom because it’s sort of closed off from the rest of the world. They can read, relax, nap, whatever you can think of. It’s a sort of safe haven for them. Peach is often the one who suggests going back to her room, as Mario is too polite to be the one to bring it up. The proposal alarmed him at first, as the bedroom in his world was a very different place than it is to him now.

Who suggested kids first:

Peach suggested children! This was to Mario’s shock, as he never thought he would ever really have the privilege of being a father. Mario, over a good deal of time, taught her about conventional family values on his world. He mused to her, seeing similar values echoed in the Mushroom Kingdom, that survival of the species definitely has something to do with it. But something about the way he spoke inspired her to wonder what she would be like as a mother. She knew all along he would be a good father; he’s excellent with children and he clearly loves having them around. But she wanted to experience what he spoke about, how a mother’s love is stronger than anything he’s ever seen.

Who’s more dominant:

It’s about 60/40 with Peach often being the more dominant one. She’s the sole monarch of an entire Kingdom, so she’s used to taking charge. Mario, who drinks more than his share of respect women juice, doesn’t mind in the least. He defers to her often, and actually prefers for her to make the difficult choices. The only time he’s the one making decisions is when it comes to adventures and survival, where his leadership shines.

Who’s the cuddler:

Mario! Mario loves cuddles; as he’s often fighting off enemies and running into not-so-friendly people, he doesn’t get much tender contact. Hugging Luigi used to be the only way he could meet those emotional needs. But with the Princess, he can get all that he could ever want. He’ll never admit it to anyone else, but he adores being the little spoon. He feels completely surrounded by her, and safe. He doesn’t often get to feel completely secure in that way. Of course, he’s also more than happy to provide her with that security too. Even before their relationship, Peach liked to sit close to Mario; his Firebrand makes his body unnaturally warm, so he’s nice to be close to.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:

If not cuddles, then baking! Both of them adore sweets of all kinds. It was one of the things that allowed them to bond so quickly and so closely. Peach is fantastic at baking, and Mario always provides the best feedback to her creations. He can bake, too; he enjoys making his favorite Italian sweets for her.

Who comes home drunk at 3am:

Well, honestly I can’t fathom a world where either of them would do this. Peach has too much responsibility toward her Kingdom, and Mario likes to be in control of all his faculties. Now, this doesn’t mean the brothers don’t get a little buzzed sometimes; you know how much Italians like their wine. It’s just another way the brothers can relax and have fun in the privacy and safety of their home. So they might invite the Princesses over for a night of board or card games and wine. Just adults being silly, nothing crazy. Mario notably becomes a wonderfully sensitive romantic singer once he’s had some to drink, but he also forgets to speak English when that happens. His entire goal becomes making everyone laugh as much as possible. This is also the sort of scene where Mario and Luigi act out games like ‘The floor is lava,’ ‘Don’t let the balloon touch the floor,’ or they literally pretend they’re in a war zone and one of them ‘dies’ dramatically while the other is like “sometimes I can still hear his voice.”

Who kills the spiders:

Mario will fight anything to protect his Princess. But Peach doesn’t like to kill anything. This means Mario does this weird thing where he tries to intimidate the spider into leaving, reason with it, something, until Peach reminds him that he can just take it outside.

Who falls asleep first:

Mario can literally fall asleep anytime, anywhere. If you leave him idle long enough, just like in the games, he might nod off. Normally, he’s very goal driven, like when he’s trying to rescue Peach. But focusing that long and hard is very tiring. He gets rest when he can, because he doesn’t know when he’ll have to go without it next.

Their relationship summed up in a gif:

So this is Sheeta and Pazu, from my favorite movie of all time; Castle in the Sky. These two capture Mario and Princess Peach, I think, because of their persistent optimism and hope throughout the film. And their sheer joy! Look at that, they embrace each other with such fervor and relief that they’re safe and that they made it to their goal! Pazu is such a wholesome sweetheart who prioritizes Sheeta’s safety, and does whatever he feels like he can to protect her. Sheeta does the same, albeit in more thoughtful and clever ways. As Pazu put it, “if my head were any harder, you could use it as a cannonball.” That pretty much sums up Mario and his headstrong nature. Sheeta wants the best for everyone, and does not hesitate to put herself in direct harm’s way if it means sparing those who she loves. She gives herself up repeatedly, hoping it would save Pazu. And Pazu, from the moment he saw her, wouldn’t let her go on alone. Their dynamic is very similar to Mario and Peach; they both want to do the right thing, and they can’t do it without each other.

Thanks so much for the ask!!

#Yahoo!!#Ask #Mario and Peach #My OTP ahh #I spent too much time on this haha but I really enjoyed it!#So thanks again!!#Nintendo #Mario #Princess Peach #Heacanon #Ask meme #Silly thoughts

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zoequeenz · 4 years

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Won’t Get Fooled Again (Part 3)

A/N: I would like to apologize for the 3rd Person POV that dominate this chapter. I feel to get the whole story you must know everything you can and sometimes that includes when Percy is not present. I am sorry in advanced. But please enjoy the few moments with her and let me know if I need to figure a better way to write said moments. Also, Tumblr readers, would you prefer I change Persephone to (Y/N)? I know I enjoy those fanfics much better on Tumblr. Please let me know! Thanks, Zoe.

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3rd Person POV at Aimee and Emily’s House

As Agent Jennifer Jareau gives her press statement, young mom Aimee is busy stocking the fridge while her daughter draws at the table. Though she is busying herself, Aimee is listening to what the agent says. The details of the package and label it would have. Her daughter, Emily, asks when her dad will be home. Aimee tells her soon and that he needs to clean up the beach home for the next renters. Aimee asks Emily to unpack her suitcase.

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3rd Person POV at U.S. Penitentiary

Jason sits down.

“You were more ruthless than I expected. If you hadn’t pushed that button, you might’ve had a chance at parole someday.” Gideon tells Bale.

“Yeah. You know, I’ve thought a lot about that day, and there’s one thing I still can’t understand. You trusted me. Why?” Bale asks.

“I never trusted you.” Gideon counters.

“You listened to me.” Bale responds just as quick.

“I made an error.” Gideon tells him.

“I calculated you wouldn’t do it, and you did. Whatever you think, I’m gonna walk outta here, and you never will.”

“Here’s what I think.” Bale starts.

“Sending those agents into that warehouse, it just doesn’t make sense. I mean, I’ve read your books. I had all those things, what did you call it? Um… a homicidal triad. I even came from a broken family, classic sociopath, so when I had the chance to kill six agents plus a hostage, I mean, just because I gave myself up doesn’t mean that I was finished with those people. I still had the remote. You...you should’ve known that. And the emotional release I would feel by pressing that button...well, that was just a little too overwhelming to pass up. Why didn’t you search me before sending those agents in? Why didn’t you do your job, Agent Gideon?”

Bale smirks and turns away.

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3rd Person POV at Aimee and Emily’s House

“Mommy, there’s a present for you.” Emily calls out.

“A present? What does it look like?” Aimee asks back.

“It’s brown with blue letters. Can I bring it to you?” the little girls asks.

The look of horror washes over Aimee’s features as she realizes it was the very same package as the one the blonde lady had just spoken about. Aimee screams out a “NO!” as she runs to the door where her baby girl is standing with the package in hand. Aimee calls the police then goes to Emily, who is now crying. She puts her hands under the package to help her support it. It was getting heavy and if Emily dropped it the poor girl would not survive. When the police show up Aimee tells her daughter to keep holding on. Aaron Hotchner, who just arrived on the scene tells the ATF men to get the mother out of there and tells the person he is on the phone with to avoid bringing armed officers. They do not want to scare the little girl. As the ATF workers approach the mother and daughter, Emily complains about the package being heavy again and Aimee tells her to keep holding on and that she is doing a good job. Tracy, the ATF worker, assures the girl that it will only be a few more minutes as he slides a table-like instrument under their hands. When Emily makes another remark about the weight of the package her mother assures her she can hold on. Tracy asks Aimee to step back. Of course, she is reluctant. He asks for her trust and tells Emily not to move. As Tracy reassures, Aimee does too. Only a few more seconds. Everyone holds their breath as Aimee removes her hands and the table is slowly lifted to under the package. They were safe. Aimee grabs Emily and they are ushered away.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

While Hotch went to the house Elle and I stayed back at the station and continued to look through evidence. It didn’t seem too long before Hotch came back. He was on the phone with Gideon. As Hotch approached Elle and I told him of some new information we had found.

“We might have something. Barbara Keller was having trouble insuring some coins she bought.” Elle starts.

“The insurance company thought they might be fake.” I finished.

“So the insurance company’s blowing up annoying clients?” Hotch asks, confused.

“What if someone sold her the fake coins? She’s on to him...he shuts her up.” Elle responds.

“Were these coins valuable enough to kill over?” Hotch asks another question.

“She told the insurance company she thought they might be worth $12,000.” I tell him.

“All right. Do you two have any idea who sold her the coins?” Hotch questions.

“No, but she had an appointment with a coin dealer scheduled, I’m guessing to challenge the insurance company’s appraisal.” Elle answers. “A guy named David Walker.” I add.

“So maybe he can help us figure out who sold her the coins.” Hotch says.

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3rd Person at U.S. Penitentiary

Spencer Reid makes a phone call to Penelope Garcia for information on Bale and who he may have been in contact with.

“Office of supreme genius puzzle solver. Do you have a riddle for me?” Garcia greeted.

“I found out Bale has been accessing the internet by getting around a firewall that’s set up on a prison library computer. The guy even has an email address.” Reid explains walking through the prison.

“Wow. Sneaky bastard.” Garcia responds.

“Yeah. He’s headed to the library right now, maybe to contact the unsub. Now, is there a way to possibly monitor his keystrokes while he’s online?” Spencer asks.

“I can send him a virus, but he’ll have to open the email for it to work.” Garcia explains.

“Let’s do it.” Spencer answers.

“What do you want in the subject line?” she asks.

“Hm, let’s think.” he responds.

“Something that’ll make him open it.” she explains.

“Yeah. He’s impotent, something that’ll make him feel in control.” Reid answers.

“I got something.” the woman says with a wicked smile growing across her features.

And she did. When Bale went to the computer to check his inbox he had an all too interesting email waiting for him. What man could pass up a hot willing woman who is looking for an inmate.

“You got this guy’s number, he’s visited six porn sites in the past half hour.” Garcia informs Reid.

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Hold on. He’s posting to a message board. Naughtyhobbies.net. Looks like some sort of website for bomb enthusiasts. “To all my friends out there, beware, they are onto you.” she read.

“We need the names of everyone who’s been on that message board in the past month.” Reid tells her.

She begins working her magic. Reid then calls Gideon. He tells him all he and Garcia have been able to find while going through Bale’s computer. He says that the people he had been talking to weren’t from Palm Beach. Gideon asks about the occupations. Reid tells him it wasn’t required so most don’t have it listed. Gideon says the unsub would fill it in because of the pride in his work. Reid agrees. He then lists off the known occupations. Gideon stops him when he mentions an antiquities dealer. Why?

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Persephone Chase’s POV

Elle and I made our way to the Walker residence. When we got there we met up with David’s wife.

“Personally, I couldn’t think of anything more boring than coins and old papers.” she says.

“Are you two single?” she asks us.

“Yes.” we both reply.

“I have a word of advice. Don’t marry the first guy that proposes.” she says.

“I wanted a pool table back there, but David insisted on making it his workshop.”

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3rd Person at Palm Beach Police Station

Aaron Hotchner was at the station waiting for agents Chase and Greenaway to get back to him about the meeting with David Walker when he got a phone call from Reid. He is given a name. David Walker, a potential suspect. He stops writing when he realizes that two of his agents are currently at Walker’s residence and don’t know he is who they are looking for.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We were about halfway to the garage when Elle’s phone began ringing and a car was starting up.

“Oh what’s he up to now?” Mrs. Walker asks aloud.

“It sounds like a car.” Elle says.

“I hope he’s not committing suicide.” Mrs. Walker says.

I won’t be able to collect life insurance.”

Elle answers her phone and I lean in to hear.

“Elle, it’s him.” Hotch says.

“It’s Walker.”

Just as Hotch finishes, the garage door opens. David’s car comes speeding out.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Elle screams, moving and taking me with her.

When I look up from where I am on the ground I see him hit his wife. Holy shit, he hit his poor wife. Only stopping to get her off his car. Elle and I collect ourselves and ready our guns to shoot at the car. He speeds off without a single hit to it. It was only a few minutes later that Hotch, The EMTs, and the police showed up. I was still kind of shaken from seeing Mrs. Walker get hit and really needed Spencer but he was at the prison with Bale.

“You two okay?” Hotch asks.

“I’ll be okay.” I answer.

“Yeah, I’m all right. But Mrs. Walker…”Elle starts.

“Yeah. Guy’s a real peach.” Hotch responds.

“Morrison’s got a county-wide search out for the car, uniforms are gonna try to find out where his haunts are, and ATF should be here any minute.”

“You sure you’re alright?” he asks again.

We nod.

“Mrs. Walker said her husband spent most of his time in the garage.” I say.

“Let’s check it out.” Hotch responds.

We all head over to the garage. It looked like a typical garage. Tools on the wall. Plywood walls. However, it wasn’t as messy as normal garages.

“Well, we got the organized part right.” Hotch said.

“What’s this?” Elle asks pointing to a contraption.

It looked like a battery type thing with jumper cables attached connecting to a dime.

“I’ve seen these. It’s for electroplating.” Hotch says.

“Look at the date on the coin.”

“It’s half gone.” I say.

“He was using this to build up the metal so he could change the dates on the coins.” Hotch explains.

“To increase the value.” Elle says.

“Exactly.” Hotch responds.

“Like what he did with Barbara Keller’s coins.” Elle says.

“Look over here. Check this out.” an officer says.

We all go over. It was a cork board of newspaper clippings. He was keeping track of who made the best bombs. Surprise surprise it was Bale.

“So this is why he chose to use Bale’s design.” Hotch says.

“He was working on something.” Elle says, pulling away a sheet.

Under it was materials for a bomb. On the board, clippings from the explosion Bale caused that killed the six agents.

“Make sure Morrison tells your officers that this guy is smart, dangerous, and he has absolutely nothing to lose.” Hotch says to the officer.

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3rd Person POV at FBI Headquarters

As Penelope Garcia lays out her lunch and gets ready to eat Derek Morgan throws down a big stack of papers.

“You ready to do some work?” he asks.

“Why not? I haven’t slept this week. I might as well give up eating, too.” she answers, defeated putting her sandwich down.

“Oh, poor baby. Try not to let the tears hit the paper. It gets a little messy.” Derek teases.

“Hmm. What are they?” she asks.

“These are emails from Bale’s account. Reid forwarded them to me.” he tells her.

“What are we looking for?” she asks again.

“Well, right now, this guy Walker’s in the wind, so we gotta look at him from every angle, see if we can figure out his next move.” Morgan explains.

“Signature behavior. If Walker got bomb making tips from Bale, then maybe he got tips on staying clear of the cops.” Garcia says.

“Uh-oh somebody’s been taking notes.” Derek says teasingly.

“Medical school, schmedical school.” Garcia responds.

“Ha, ha, well, don’t hurt yourself, Garcia.” he laughs.

“Now find me something.”

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We made it back to the station. Gideon is now with us and Morrison tells us they have yet to find Walker.

“What do we know about Walker?” Gideon asks.

“He’s a quiet career criminal. Spent four years in prison for a series of forged checks when he was in his early 20s. He’s now 46. Past 18 years, he owned a store which sold coins, maps, and historical documents. We raided the place as soon as you gave us Walker’s name. Most of his inventory was fake, forgeries valued in the millions.” Morrison explained.

“But the walls started to close in on him. We talked to some of his clients, and he was in debt up to his ears. And promising stuff he didn’t have time to forge.” Hotch adds.

“The Barbara Keller found out that the coins he had sold her were fake. She threatened to out him.” Elle adds.

“And if she had, all the forgeries would have been discovered. He would have done 20 years.” I say.

“So he had to shut her up?” Gideon asks.

Hotch nods.

“He planted all those bombs just to kill one little, old lady?” Gideon asks, confused.

“Yeah, and to throw us off, he made it look like it was much bigger than it was.” Hotch adds.

“You hear me? I said stop now!” an officer yelled, grabbing everyone’s attention.

It was a man with a bomb around his neck.

“Please...help me.”

“Everyone back...Now. We need bomb squad in here.” Morrison says as he and the other officers pull out their guns.

“Please...it’s not me.” the man pleads.

“Don’t come any closer.” Morrison warns.

“Put your hands up and walk slowly back out.”

“I can’t. He’ll kill me.” he says.

“Who will?” Gideon asks.

“I don’t know. He held a gun to me…put this on me. He said...you’ll know who he is.” the man explains.

Gideon shrugs. “Well, what does he want?”

“A helicopter. A passport. He’s watching.” the man tells us, motioning his head towards the door.

“Once he gets what he wants, he’s got instructions to defuse the bomb.”

“Walker’s close by.” Gideon says.

Morrison orders for snipers around the perimeter. Gideon tells the man we understand and we won’t leave him. He pleads again to get it off. Gideon explains we need to know how it is built first then we can get it off. Tracy came in and quickly took a picture. The room was at a standstill. The poor man whimpered. Let’s hope we can figure this out, saving this man may help wash the imagine of Mrs. Walker out of my head.

NEXT CHAPTER

#criminal minds #criminal minds series rewrite #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x OC #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid series #best friends with a genius profiler

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rosa-leche · 5 years

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The Sun Will Rise - UnTwo Ficlet

To celebrate my 100 follower milestone (y’all, how did we get here? ilysm. And it happened on my birthday? Y’all), I’ve decided to write a little ficlet about my favorite couple from my favorite show. I’m really glad that this is happening at a time where the show has recently ended and all my feelings have been marinating for a bit so they can come out as this work. It’s a bit simple, but I hope you guys enjoy my first fic as much as I did writing it

Word count: 1k

Genre: fluffy, domestic, a touch of angst (Un is anxious) with a happy ending

General tags: slice of life, future, canon-compliant, maybe ooc (ehhh i tried my best)

Summary: Un is already nervous about proposing to Two, and then he starts having insomnia when things at work begin going wrong. Comfort and advice from Two ensue

Whenever Un couldn’t sleep, or if he woke up in the middle of the night and had trouble getting back to sleep, he would step outside for a bit. This night was no exception. He’d been having trouble at work recently, thoughts of which invaded his mind during the darkest hours of the day when he was supposed to be resting.

No matter what he did, there was always something off when he was trying to film. Props in a different place than he thought they should be, lighting that wasn’t flattering the actors in the right way, costumes that needed to be tweaked until they looked just right.

Nothing was going perfectly, and at that moment in Un's life, he needed perfect.

It needed to be perfect because Un already had a lot on his mind. He was planning on proposing to Two soon, since they had talked about getting married earlier in the year, and their anniversary, when he planned on asking, was approaching fast.

He had already been close to bouts of insomnia when he first started looking at rings. Then, after buying the silver band with a flower engraved in it, began having tiny moments where he would wake up at night before quickly falling asleep again. Combined with the frustrations at his job, he was growing increasingly anxious, and started to routinely have trouble falling and staying asleep. So he started going outside.

Two hadn’t noticed, or at least Un thought he didn’t. In truth, he had picked up on the difficulty Un had been having getting to sleep, but he didn’t say anything yet, hoping for Un's sake that whatever issues he was having would be resolved. If Un didn’t come to him about his worries, he must be able to handle it on his own, right?

However, tonight was seeming to be especially difficult for Un. After waking up once to go to the bathroom, Two noticed the cold place on their bed where Un should have been. Rolling over later to find a still empty bed was disheartening, and a glance at the red light of the alarm clock told him that Un had been outside on the balcony of their apartment for just under an hour now, maybe more.

Moving the blankets to the side, Two stood up and made his way to the glass door separating him from the outdoors and Un. Pushing the curtain out of his way, he slid the door open with a quiet creak and stepped onto the cold cement of the balcony.

Un was standing with his arms folded and placed on the railing. Getting closer, Two wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's exposed waist, grabbing the soft cloth of his shirt. After pressing a light kiss into the back of Un's neck, he whispered a question to Un, warm breath mingling with the cool air.

"What’s wrong?" This made Un fidget a bit, standing up straighter and dropping one of his crossed arms to his side, the other coming up to cradle Two's head to place a delicate kiss on his forehead while mumbling, "Nothing. Go back to bed."

Two pulled his head away from Un's, who let his hand fall to his hips. A soft scoff came from Two, his breath tickling Un's neck. "Please don’t lie," he asked, his gentle voice full of concern.

"I... work troubles." He said after considering for a bit.

Two's grip on him tightened a smidge, "What kind?"

"Nothing... nothing's going right," Un sighed.

"Nothing?"

"Well, it’s just, nothing's... perfect," he struggled to find the words.

Two took a moment to respond, debating the best way to reply to this. "Does everything have to be perfect?" Two queried as he rested his head on Un's shoulder.

"I... I guess not. It would give me less to stress over, I guess."

"Oh? What else is worrying you?"

"Ah, I don’t know," Un pushed out, cautious to not spill his proposal plans.

Two didn’t believe him, but he let it go, figuring Un wasn’t ready to share that part yet. "Ok. Ok, how about this? Tomorrow—uh, today actually—when you go to work, try to think about the bigger picture instead of every little detail. Or, try thinking about the things on set that are going right, then shift to what needs fixing." Two had a hard time gauging Un's reaction to his suggestion, unable to clearly see his face from behind him, and the dark sky didn’t much help. "Does that sound alright?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, it does." In the middle of replying, Un grew more confident, taking his boyfriend's words to heart and realizing that everything would be fine if he just focused on the good like Two said.

The good in Un's life was that he had a boyfriend who loved him, who wanted to marry him, who would say 'yes' if he asked. Yeah, he would say 'yes' for sure, there wasn’t any reason to worry so much.

Feeling silly for having been so anxious, he took on a rosy hue, and when he leaned back to rest his head on Two's shoulder, the latter boy felt his heated, peach-blushed skin through his shirt.

"Thank you," he whispered, eyes almost all the way closed, lashes not quite touching his cheeks.

A small smile found its way onto Two's face, his eyes fondly watching Un's calm expression. "Let’s go to bed." Two's hands gently flitted down to where Un's hung at his sides, placing them over his and squeezing them lovingly. "The sun will rise soon."

Un looked out across the water, watching with moon-drunk eyes as the sky prepared to lighten. He thought of Two's words, a smile creeping its way onto his face as he thought of the things on set to his liking and ways to better the scenes he had yet to shoot, as well as the ring hidden in their bedroom. His hands brought Two's up to his lips, pressing them into Two's night-chilled skin.

"Yeah... it will."

#theory of love #un x two #two x un #rosa-leche writes #theory of love fanfic #theory of love ficlet #un x two fanfic #two x un fanfic #untwo #twoun #antoo #tooan

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camillemontespan · 5 years

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the right girl [drake walker x MC]

So I asked for some prompts and the lovely @drakesensworld suggested I rewrite the scene when they are in Italy and stage a fake proposal so they can distract the press and track down the photographer. Instead of Maxwell fake proposing as per the book, instead it will be Drake. The fake proposal ends up being a bit too realistic. I actually never chose this option when I was playing the book, so hopefully, I’ve managed to do this justice? Anyway, I’mma write (i’m sorry if this prompt hasn’t turned out the way you wanted!)

'We need a distraction,' Camille decided. The group had been socialising at the diplomatic dinner in Italy while continuing their investigation into who took the fake photographs of Camille. They knew the photographer was at the event, it was just finding the right moment to distract the press.

'Camille, slap me in the face! They'll love that,' Maxwell said. 'But not too hard because I bruise like a peach.'

Camille shook her head. 'I'm sorry but slapping you would be like saying no to a puppy. I can't do it.'

'Ooh someone propose!' Hana squealed. 'It would be so fun!' Olivia rolled her eyes. 'Really? God that's sickening.'

'It could work..' Drake said. Olivia's eyes sparked. 'Well, Drake, if you're offering.. Propose to Camille.'

Drake's eyes widened. 'No way, no. I'm not doing that. Anything but that.' Olivia smirked. She knew how much Drake liked Camille. Unlike everyone else, Olivia wasn’t blind. 'I think you protest too much, Walker..'

Camille groaned. 'Drake, just do it. We'll lose our chance if we don't act soon.' Drake let out a frustrated sigh. 'Fine. Who's got a ring?'

Olivia pulled a diamond ring off her finger and tossed it to him. 'Here. It's my least favourite one.' Drake caught it and looked at the diamond. It was huge. He didn't want to propose with a tacky gobstopper. You're not actually proposing, you idiot.

Sighing, he motioned for Camille to sit down. She frowned but obliged anyway. 'Guys, will you move away so that the press can actually see what's about to happen?' Drake whispered sharply. 'Ah sure, yeah, sorry!' Hana apologised, grabbing Maxwell and skipping over to the corner of the room. She was far too excited about this.

Drake cleared his throat. He could see Camille was studying him, a look of confusion on her face. 'Drake. Why are you getting nervous?'

She knew him so well. 'I'm not nervous,' he muttered. 'Just stage fright, that's all. Drama was never my forte at school.' She giggled and nudged her foot against his leg. 'Come on, propose away. I promise I'll say yes.'

Drake turned a shade of pink and looked down the floor. It's just acting. It's a distraction.

He coughed and then, deliberately to attract attention, said loudly, 'Camille Montespan.' Some of the press turned to look but not all. It was fine. This was a good start. He cleared his throat and bent down on one knee. Oh dear God, this is really happening. How humiliating.

'Camille,' he said. 'I've been thinking about this for a long time. I've been thinking about us, I mean. Us, together.' He blushed and tried to ignore the hush around the room as the diplomats and socialites around them realised what was happening. He looked up briefly and Camille gave him an encouraging smile.

'You make me happy. On my bad days, I just have to think about you and it helps. Instantly. You've got that effect on me,' he told her, his mouth quirking up at the corners. Was he getting into this? He was, wasn't he?

'You make me a better person. I used to be distant, angry. I took it out on people who didn't deserve it. I put up walls so nobody could hurt me. But you.. You brought those walls down. You brought them down so easily, like it was nothing. You know what I’m thinking. You know how I feel without me having to say anything. And I know how you feel without you needing to say a word. We can read each other so well. You’re like my own reflection.’

Camille was staring at him now, her mouth agape. Clearly, she had been expecting a very short proposal, a simple distraction, nothing compared to this speech that Drake was suddenly reciting. Drake found that he couldn't stop. He genuinely couldn't stop talking and confessing every feeling he had for her.

'You take me seriously and you understand me. You've made me a better man and for that, I will be eternally grateful, Camille. But I would also be eternally grateful if you would do me the honour of becoming my wife.' He held up Olivia's diamond ring. He tried not to wince at the sheer size of it.

Camille was still staring at Drake. He stared back, thinking about everything he just said. Why didn't he just keep it short and sweet. 'Camille, will you marry me?' Why not say that? He went overboard. The sickening realisation that he just confessed his true feelings in front of diplomats, Italians, the court, their friends, Liam..

Everyone seemed to be holding their breath. Camille was blinking fast now. Drake was alarmed to find that her eyes had welled up with tears. She is a great actress. He thought. Really committed to the role.

'Camille..’ he whispered. 'Say something.'

She shut her eyes and then opened them, her eyes shining. She plastered a smile on her face. 'Yes, Drake, of course I'll marry you!'

She jumped up into his arms and everyone cheered. As they applauded, she whispered in his ear, 'We need to talk.'

Flashbulbs from the cameras caught the moment and soon, Maxwell, Hana, Olivia and Liam joined them. 'Congratulations guys!' Hana cried, clapping her hands. It seemed she had forgotten it was all a ruse. Liam laughed. 'Good performance. God, Drake, you even had me convinced!'

Olivia smiled at Drake, her eyes flashing. 'So convincing.'

Maxwell nudged Camille. 'There's the photographer! Now's our chance!' Camille was standing there, frozen, her face pale. She was watching Drake, who was doing his best to avoid her eyes. When Maxwell nudged her again, her attention was brought back to the room and she nodded. 'Photographer. Yeah, let's get her.' She rushed past Drake as Maxwell followed her. Drake closed his eyes, hoping he hadn't destroyed whatever it was they had.

Later that night, Drake poured himself a glass of whiskey and settled down onto his bed. The train was now heading out of Italy towards their next destination. He was glad to leave Italy behind. This night behind.

The door knocked and he groaned. Dragging himself up, he opened the door to find Camille standing there. ‘Montespan-’ She pushed past him and looked around the room. She reached out and located his bottle of whiskey. ‘There we are,’ she murmured. She poured herself a glass and took a deep drink. ‘Camille?’ Drake stepped forward.

She set the glass down and her eyes found his. ‘Your fake proposal was beautiful, Drake,’ she told him. Drake’s eyes widened. ‘What?’ Camille smiled weakly and moved closer to him. ‘Really beautiful. Did you always plan on saying those things or did you feel suddenly inspired?’ Drake blushed and looked down at the floor. Camille placed her fingers on his cheek and forced him to look at her. ‘I thought I was going to cry,’ she admitted. ‘Were you being honest? Be honest now, Drake. I know you have feelings for me but do they really run that deep? Or are you just a good actor?’

Drake let out a breath and took her hand. ‘I may have been more honest than I intended.’ Camille squeezed his hand. ‘I loved it.’ Drake’s eyes widened. ‘Then why did you look so shocked before you said yes?’ Camille cast her eyes down and bit her lip. ‘I could just hear you saying all these things and I realised how much I have wanted to hear you say those things, sober. You’re honest with me when you’re drunk on whiskey, Drake, but you still hold yourself back slightly when you’re sober. That said, I know you care for me because I just know you inside out and you look after me when nobody else does. It was just a shock hearing you be so honest and in such a public way.’

Drake sighed. ‘If I had the choice, I would have told you those things privately.’ ‘Now you can.’ Their eyes locked and Drake had to force himself to look away. ‘You need to clear your name first. Find out who took those photos of you and put that to rest. One big situation at a time,’ he told her. Camille nodded. She knew he spoke sense. But one thing she wanted to know, she had to ask. ‘How would you propose to someone if you had your way?’ Drake chuckled and turned a little pink. ‘Ah Montespan, don’t embarrass me now...’ ‘Please?’ she looked up at him and pouted. Drake groaned and had another sip of whiskey. ‘Fine. But this stays between us.’ Camille held out her pinkie and they pinkie promised. God, she had introduced him to the concept of pinkie promising. As Olivia would say, it was ‘sickening’.

‘I’d propose privately, no interruptions, nothing fancy. I’d propose with my grandmother’s ring.’ Camille gasped. ‘A family heirloom? Oh my god, that’s adorable.’ ‘It’s a square blue topaz. Not too big, not too small. Just right. She made me take it before she died. Made me promise to give it to the right girl. The one who made me happy. Who loved me for me.’ Camille smiled and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. ‘That’s really sweet.’ Drake shrugged. ‘Just what she wanted. Am I hell going to go against Grammy’s wishes.’ ‘Well, I’m sure whoever you choose to marry will be the right girl, Drake,’ she told him, her eyes shining. ‘And with that proposal.. and the way you fake proposed to me... well, if you keep that script, she would definitely say yes.’ She squeezed his hand and blinked. Drake could see she was trying not to cry.

‘Are you okay, Montespan?’ he asked, reaching out take her hand. She nodded, smiling. ‘Yeah. Just wish I knew what my future looked like. That’s all.’ She wiped her eyes and sniffled.

She left him standing in the middle of the room after giving him a kiss goodnight. They both wanted each other. They both knew that. If it wasn’t the suitor competition getting in the way, it was the fake photos. They could never catch a break. He wished they had met in different circumstances. He wished they were normal people who could just be together.

But Drake knew what he wanted. He wanted Camille. He opened his bedside table drawer and located the satin red box. He opened it gently and looked down at his grandmothers ring. He had kept it with him since Grammy had insisted he take it. It was his most prized possession.

The right girl. He smiled now. Drake had found the right girl. He just needed the right moment to make her his.

#fanfiction #drake walker x mc #choices the stories you play #trr #the royal romance

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lovedinapastlife · 5 years

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Riverdale 3x16 - BIG FUN

BUGHEAD IS BEAUTIFUL~

Oh damn this episode is surreal in a way I’m not entirely comfortable with. But it’s exciting! Everyone’s looking forward to moving on from the craziness of dead bodies, breakups, and…drug trades. Amidst college and running businesses and stuff. Obviously. Normal high school stuff. Kinda reminds me of the nostalgia for season one.

Was the opening Mr. Musical Theater’s big number? Shucks, I wanted more of a sampling. This was mostly talk-singing, which…I’ll take. Kinda like the awkward rocking in the hallway haha.

Lili wearing green makes her eyes pop and my heart go poof. Similarly to Jughead’s adoring fuzzy feelings, I’m sure. DANG. They’re in HIS room now. Are they staying together?! Yay!

Aw I kinda like the idea that Betty and V would help Cheryl look and feel her best after being tossed over (ish)

I love the intros. “Bro it up. Two single straight dudes” like wow.

Chainsaw line is iconic, especially when moving to cut to the title. You think Kevin was subtly trying to dig at Cheryl for forcing him to cater to her?

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR - another theme of this season

Betty rolling her eyes is amazing.

I love that the girls choreo’d their own fanciness. I liked Cheryl’s batch better but tbh I didn’t enjoy the dance-off and it’s hair-whip noises. Maybe it was so hyped in the behind-the-scenes videos that I found myself cringing at the octopus moves? And Toni’s batch wasn’t in sync so it was that much more awkward to watch. But I did love the “SHUT UP, TONI!” and look B+V exchanged afterwards. Yeah just gonna say up front this episode react is probably not gonna sit well with Toni stans.

Hiram dropping dramatic family stuff and racking up a bill at the Five Seasons. Who would’ve thought he’d be the one to instigate that divorce, right? Veronica cries almost disturbingly well. I’m not sure why she’d want them to be together after the assassination attempts and affairs and general shenanigans, but hey—it’s Riverdale.

Oh god is Betty the only one who notices the death-blue drinks and scary Gargoyle Pig person? These kids are stupid. I did catch Sweet Pea/JD with his slurpee which made me happy. FREEZE YOUR BRAAAAAIN~ Judge away the whole party, Betty. They tend not to be great luck in this town.

“Brainiac?!” Did she just call Reggie that?! HA. Oh geez I hate Evelyn (but I love her flouncy scrunchie and graphic shirts) and I hate Kevin and their stupid cult and drugs. Why can’t brownies ever be normal on a teen show?! Also, HI MIDGE!

I do love the idea of throwing a party to take ownership of Sisters of Quiet Mercy. If only it wasn’t so cult-y. Why are there people in swimsuits in the drowning tub while Archie jumps over them? Also, drugged-up dancing got some good Kevin hip waggles and some yikes s1 arrogant Reggie vibes. But Veggie is on again for 30 seconds? Okay then.

Jughead eating in the background as Betty side-eyes the circle share is such a glorious mood. Aw and then hugs for V. I am LOVING this side-eye mood. How did people not know Archosie was happening when they were always in the practice room, at each other’s houses, and walking in the halls together? So much awkward is happening that the cringe levels are through the roof. Kevin’s hand on his heart was so over-the-top. I kinda loved it? And I’m surprised V didn’t have more of a reaction to the Archie stuff, tbh, even if she’s got bigger things on her mind.

Oh no Toni’s got a solo and it’s here for the color of blood. Literally. Is she pointing at their crotches? Ugh her stripping musical threesome was so insulting it made my stomach churn. They just tried to make it seem like Sweet Pea wants something deep and yet he’s ready for a random hookup again? Peaches hasn’t even had any lines or anything to do but stand around looking smug. They’re trying so hard to make Toni sexy and it’s just feeding the lesbian/bisexual slutty stereotype. Can this show do hookups? Ever? There’s been no sexual/attraction buildup to this “threesome” (honestly Toni hasn’t even been a good friend to SP lately) and there was no fallout afterwards either! She was just like, “COME STRIP ONSTAGE WITH ME and this other person you’ve never talked to but beat the shit out of you one time. Oh wait no I’m good with my clingy yet complimentary ghost gf, you two have fun byeeeee”

Jughead and Betty flirting makes me feel slightly better

OH GOD NO KANGS. At this point the bile I’d been suppressing was legit in my throat. Like, why does attraction/love have to be tied to something awful 90% of the time in this show? Kevin and Fangs could’ve been a cute couple if they built up their connection beyond two lines over the course of two seasons. But no. Cult psychedelic weirdness over Midge, just like Moose and Kevin. Maybe even over Joaquin. DO WE NOT LEARN? I’m not even gonna start with the Farmies.

Archosie scene. Fun spin dance, but I still think they’re cute paper cutouts of nothingness at this stage.

Oh, of COURSE Weatherbee joined a cult. Loser.

I love Cheryl’s Heather Chandler vibe and scrunchie. Good call about making Toni test the tea for poison. Aw, I kinda wanted to see Ghost!JJ.

I have basically a folder full of stills of this scene and narrowed it down to these. Aw baby Jug, Betty understands better than anyone what he’s going through. When Betty was trying to get Jughead to look at her I legit felt emotional. And then they were beautiful. Forever. WE FINALLY GOT THEM DANCING! Oh and on his knees! Proposal vibes! I might’ve watched this scene EIGHT BILLION times for the eyes and hands and general endless soulmate love vibes. Like, this scene made the episode for me. They were so emotional and invested and harmonized like angels and I needed that in my life so thank you, universe. I hope Cole and Lili get to do amazing scenes like this together in the future because it was beautiful.

Ch*ni kinda interrupted my mains with their totally different vibe and zero choreography, even though they did sound lovely. Neither of them have changed their behavior to make their relationship work internally, whereas Bughead are sick of the external forces of the town trying to destroy their childhood icons/innocence and bonding over their love for each other despite their familial madness. I need a Bughead exclusive soulmates cut. Thank you.

Haha um...I think closing the drug lab in general would be good? Maybe not during the musical when Betty might be vulnerable again (and the rest of Riverdale) but hey...it’s entirely possible it’s emotional and not logical of me to say that ;) Sheriff FP seems extremely unbothered by mobile drug labs in town so why should we be, right?

HIRAM! SAY IT LIKE IT IS! I love that he called out Veronica’s shock over Hermione trying to have him killed. Twice. How rude.

I actually really liked Cami’s interpretation of “Lifeboat.” It’s pretty, but I’m not sure it added much to her story? Same with her attempt to have her parents go to opening night together. Maybe that song is more of an overarching theme for her story this season. Ish? But she also distances herself from people? Mehhhh overanalyzing Riverdale hurts my brain. And then her ploy to have one last happy memory is just them not looking or talking at each other and she feels worse. Ouch.

Why is there so much old stereo equipment in their house? I know they worked at a garage/scrapyard, but I didn’t see any speakers? I care too much about set dressings but whatever. Poor FP is dealing with hazards of being on the job. Gladys had hilarious delivery like, “Oh nooooo. Drugs. That’s terrible.” Also, she’s totally drinking beer in front of him, a recovering alcoholic. Classy. And also telling. Jughead and Betty are just side-eyeing in the background.

Did Cheryl send herself all those roses?! XD I did think the “blot” moment was cute but I still don’t understand what’s changed. I don’t even know if Veggie is a thing. Probably not. Okay then. Did love Reggie looking in the handheld mirror totally in-character though.

I KNEW THEY’D BURN THE PLACE DOWN ONE DAY! Omg the puns. The fire extinguisher. The kiss—oh oh my. Arson and tender body touching. All right. I’m down. Do they have a car now? Is Bughead gonna live in it? I cannot handle their passion in the best way possible.

The finale choreography was terrible. Oh my god was that cringe. I mean, couldn’t we at least get them looking at each other for a sec like the adorable Bughead moment of holding hands? Or someone helping V when looking at her parents? I get that they’re entreating the audience to be better (like Betty’s speech a billion years ago), but it didn’t hit the mark with me for some reason. My expression was mostly a mix of the Jones’. Was it just me, or did everyone onstage look like they were in some range of pretending really hard not to feel uncomfortable?

HI CHAD! The cult is terrifying. Also, if all the psychos are there, why aren’t Alice and Polly in attendance? The woooooorst. Was no one else inclined to clap like a normal person? Evelyn in general was interesting, trying to earn her father’s approval and everyone’s trust, but it’s usually so messed up on drugs and stuff that I don’t quite enjoy her scenes. Everything with the Farm is usually deferred, which annoys me, but we’ll get our answers soon, I’m sure. I want more Chad. I’m curious if the buildup is gonna pay off ^-^

And people are going through windows next time?

I really wanted the “hell” line from Heathers when Bughead came back from burning stuff down but I will live. Okay. Put our bids in for next season’s musical now and how long it’s gonna take us to get a promise/engagement ring on Bughead. Thank you.

#riverdale react #riverdale reaction #3.16 #3x16 #riverdale #BIG FUN

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 years

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Hey Steph!! I'm so sorry if this has already been asked before, but do you have any recs for fics where John has adorable lovey dovey pet names for Sherlock??

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Hello! I just want to ask if you know some fics where John calls Sherlock “love”? It’s just I’m craving for it right now and I need more. Thank you! You’re amazing.

Hi Nonnies!!

OKAY, I got the second Nonny’s ask MONTHS ago, and I started a list, but I’m just going to keep going if I don’t just post it, so here we are, gonna just post up what I have so far!! Lots more to come, hah! I have to go back over the ones I’ve already sorted LOL.

JOHN CALLS SHERLOCK “LOVE”

Let the Sun Fade Out by nothingislittle (E, 2,711 w. || Fluff & Smut, Praise Kink, PWP, Obsessed Sherlock, Bottomlock, Heart-Tearing Love) – “He could warm the sun itself, Sherlock thinks, could heat their flat with just his presence, could brighten the room with one dazzling smile or just the sparkling in his eyes. John is everything, he’s beautiful and he shines, he’s everything.”

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 3,089 w. || First Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, Frottage, PWP) – …ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

In Nomine by Atiki (E, 3,517 w. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Domesticity, Love Confessions, Sherlock Loves John, Overwhelmed Sherlock) – “Alright?” John asks gently, planting a kiss on Sherlock’s left collar bone, smoothing a hand down his chest and belly until it rests in the soft trail of hair below his belly button. John’s smile is all soft and warm. His hand feels tender and solid and real. A soldier’s hand. A surgeon’s hand. A lover’s hand. Oh. “John”, Sherlock gasps. And that’s where it begins. Written for a prompt on the Kink Meme: The only word Sherlock says during sex is “John”.

Morning Sunlight by slashscribe (E, 3,565 w || PWP, Morning Sex, Fluff, PWP, Established Rel., Soft Idiots) – A thin band of soft morning light peeks between the curtains and stretches across John’s torso, laying dormant across his forearm, dipping into the space between his arm and his chest, illuminating his right nipple but just brushing the edge of his left, disappearing into his armpit, and reappearing again right over Sherlock’s eyes where his head rests, nestled against John’s shoulder. Sherlock is not annoyed by the light’s intrusion on his sleep, not when it rests so soft and tantalizing on John’s skin, a work of unintentionally erotic art. A PWP with so much emotion.

Rumpled by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,601 w. || Est. Rel., Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, PWP, Proposal, Bottomlock) – Then, halfway through a documentary on river otters that neither of them was paying attention to–how could John, with a gangly, limp consulting detective practically purring in his lap?–Sherlock suddenly bolted upright, looked at John with a perplexed expression and a crinkle above his nose, and blurted, “Marry me.” Part 4 of Longitudinal Cohort

Come home. by hudders-and-hiddles (huddersandhiddles) (E, 3,763 w. || Texting / Sexting, Lonely Sherlock, Nude Photos, Pining, Fluff & Smut) – When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.

Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3,772 w. || Est. Rel., Vulnerable Sherlock, Wedding Anniversary, Anal, Texting, Lingerie) – John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.

Love and Hair Dye by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,920 w. || Est. Rel., Body Worship, Self Conscious John, Voyeurism, Idiots in Love, Smutty Smut) – Self conscious John decides to cover the greys on his head, and the colour isn’t what he thought it would be. Now he’s more self-conscious than ever.

Forty-four by jamlockk (E, 4,415 w. || John’s Birthday, Fluff, PWP) – John turns forty-four, gets some advice and the best birthday present he could’ve ever hoped for.

all things warm and tender by darcylindbergh (E, 5,177 w. || PWP, Romantic Fluff, Rimming/Anal/BJ’s, Body Worship) – Grinning and giggling, John slides back down under the sheet and pulls it over his head. He finds Sherlock waiting for him, eyes bright and hair wild, the firelight bleeding through the thin fabric, colouring everything in soft peach and topaz, and in that moment he is so suddenly, unexpectedly, ethereally beautiful that John forgets how to breathe.

Better Than Fiction by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (E, 6,813 w. || Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Imagination, Masturbation, BJ’s, First Time / Kiss) – …he opens his eyes, but instead of seeing John he is staring at his bedroom ceiling, the pale plaster a startling contrast from the scene in his head. It had felt so real. He can only imagine what the feel of John’s lips would be like, his taste. But luckily for him, he thinks with a smirk, he’s always had a brilliant imagination.

EMERGENCY CONTACT: John Watson, RELATIONSHIP: Saint by blueink3 (M, 6,229 w. || Hurt Sherlock, 5+1, H/C) – The first time Sherlock Holmes realizes he needs an emergency contact is the first time he mentally appoints John Watson with the job. John, of course, does not know this and neither does the local hospital. Part 2 of The Emergency Contact Series

All the Flavours, Cherry and More by cwb (E, 6,274 w. || Est. Rel., Lip Gloss, Lingerie, Birthday Presents, Insecure Sherlock) – Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn’t disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

Beg for Mercy (Twice) by Solitary_Endeavor (E, 7,060 w. || Est. Rel., Bottomlock, Bearded John, Edging, Rough Sex, Idiots in Love, Canon Compliant) – Sherlock hasn’t left the flat in four days, the itch of impatience beneath his skin too great to allow him to suffer interaction with any human being who isn’t John. This is probably a mercy that goes both ways, as he’s driving even himself mad. Sherlock supposes there is a lesson to be learned here about having himself to blame, but of course he blames Mycroft.

The T-Shirt Thief by allroadsleadbacktobakerstreet (T, 7,968 w. || Mutual Pining, Post Canon Fix It, Dev. Rel., First Kiss, Domestics) – Sherlock steals John’s t-shirt from the laundry. John catches him wearing it one evening, fluff ensues with an endeared yet teasing John?

Extraordinary by queenoftrivia (G, 2,860 w. || Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Morse Code, Est. Rel, Violins) – Sherlock’s deduced that John’s going to Italy to buy him a violin. Even the greatest detective alive makes a few mistakes.

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.” Part 8 of All the ways we love

Practical Johnkeeping by what_alchemy (M, 4,330 w. || Beekeeping, Aging, Gladstone, Tooth Rotting Fluff) – Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.

Abatement by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 6,816 w. || Est. Rel., Retirementlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Self Esteem, Grumpy Sherlock) – “What’s wrong with you? You love the cottage,” John glances over to the passenger seat, then quickly turns his eyes back to the road. Driving was still not his forte, but considering Sherlock still couldn’t properly bend and lift his new knee enough to press and release the clutch, he had to make do. Not that Sherlock hadn’t tried to argue his way into the driver’s seat. “I love the cottage for a week or two, John. Don’t be deliberately obstuse,” Sherlock grumbles, sinking further in his seat. Well, as best he can with a four-week-old knee replacement. “And that’s all we’re going for, love,” John says out loud. But what he’s thinking is, shit. He knows.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

The Red Dianthus by kinklock (T, 11,382 w. || Halloween, Supernatural Elements, BAMF!John, Dev. Rel.) – The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w. | Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers}} – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just…he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows.It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

All the Girls Love a Soldier by Book7BrokeMyBrain (E, 12,951 w. || Military Kink, Frottage, Domesticity, Post S3, Pining Sherlock, Kilt John, Wedding, Dancing) – John is invited to a stag party and a wedding. The related accoutrement suit Sherlock to a T.

Back to the Start by slashscribe (M, 14,088 w. || Sherlock’s Violin, Pining Idiots, Fluff, Domestics) – Sherlock hasn’t played the violin since John’s wedding (which is long since over), and when John returns to 221B, Sherlock relearns the violin as he and John relearn each other. Post S3 fic with an obscene amount of pining, idiocy, and attempts to pawn off tea duties.

Your Eyes in Darkness Glowing by tamed_untranslatable (E, 14,686 w. || Est. Rel., Case Fic, Hotel Sex, Bottomlock, Anal, BJ’s, Porn With Feelings, Homophobia) – Sherlock gets roped into a case in Moscow on his brother’s insistence, but finds that he can’t do it without John.

In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl (E, 15,590 w. || Victorian AU, Virgin / Demi Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Mild H/C) – Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there.

I Will Take Care Of You by SailorChibi (T, 16,664 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Sherlock, BAMF John, BAMF Lestrade, Reunion Fic) – Two years after Sherlock’s death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he’s hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn’t stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty’s web, BAMF-style.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff, Case Fit) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – Written for this prompt on the kinkmeme: ‘John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.’

“finally kiss the bloody idiot” by Salambo06 (E, 29,812 w. || Mutual Pining, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Misunderstandings, Fantasies POV John) – Inspired by a fic idea on tumblr : “John and Sherlock know the Yard has a pool going for when they’re finally going to get together. It’s been running forever, and it’s worth thousands of pounds. It’s all fun and games, hahaha, until they find out Lestrade is in dire financial straits (dog needs emergency surgery, he’s putting his kid through gymnastics training, I don’t know, something), and they decide to fake a relationship to win the pool for him. Sherlock figures out the day and way that Lestrade thinks it’s going to happen, and they act it out. It’s all for a good cause, fake relationship style, until it’s not.” Part 1 of The Pool

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock’s five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR, 54,437 w. || Post S3 || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w. || Vampire AU || Bonding, Vampire Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, H/C, John Whump, Magical Realism) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn’t human. His vampirism doesn’t pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

OTHER PET NAMES

Unwanted by 221b_hound (T, 2,436 w. || Est. Rel., Wedding Rings, Asshole Exes) – In the jewellers to collect their wedding rings ahead of the Big Day, an old friend of John’s spots him. Well. I say ‘friend’.Sherlock isn’t jealous. He’s possibly a little bit grateful. That doesn’t mean Lydia Templeton isn’t an idiot. Part 19 of Unkissed

Unwrapped by 221b_hound (E, 3,022 w. || Christmas, Fluff, Oral Sex, Feet and Toes, Tow Fetish, Pet Names, Licking) – It’s Christmas morning. John doesn’t really want the Christmas Sex that Sherlock proposes and explains the reasons why. Sherlock discovers a new element of how his desire functions, and later John gets to indulge his foot fetish. Part 8 of Unkissed

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Unmissed by 221b_hound (M, 3,235 w. || Est. Rel., Pet Names, Insecure Sherlock, Worried Sherlock) – John enjoys a good brawl during a case, and Sherlock begins to worry - when they retire, will John get bored? Will John get bored and leave. But even if John isn’t a genius about cases, he knows a thing or two about Sherlock’s panic attacks about them as a couple. With only four days till the wedding, he’s not about to let Sherlock continue with this misplaced notion that John will be bored in retirement. Part 20 of Unkissed

Posh Boy by panickedbee (M, 3,622 w. || Kinks, RST, Pining, Sexual Frustation) – In his head he greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, calls him genius when he is being too clever again, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart and, of course, posh boy. Part 5 of Sherlock Holmes Is A Very Lucky Man

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #pet names #john loves sherlock #Anonymous #john says love

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sad-af1121 · 6 years

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Little Did You Know: Part 1

Summary: You thought your upbringing in a mafia home was a difficult time in your life, fighting for the love of Bucky Barnes who didn’t meet your father’s standards. But even when you’ve both stayed away from that chaotic life, the past returns and things get out of hand. The home you both built tumbled harsher as your reality flew out the window and so did your heart. (Modern AU) Pairing: Ex-Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1802 Warnings: Fluff, Angst, mentions of: death, blood, gang business, abuse, immense hatred, violence A/N: Been working on this since September but I really hope yall enjoy it and stick around for the crazy ride. Since I’m back in college, I won’t be posting all the time but every week or two so please be patient with me. This song is literally how the story is (highly recommend you listen to it) Feedback is welcomed 💜

“We’re gonna go see Papa. You excited?” You cooed at your 4-month-old child, the first of many you hoped to have.

He wiggled his chunky arms, chewing on his fingers as you giggled at his actions before slipping on his little booties with a “B” embroidered on the sides. He laid in his wide crib, elegant pillows and adorable stuffed animals boarded around. His deep ocean blue eyes stared at his safari mobile that rang a melodious tone. Spoiling your first born isn’t what you saw to do, but your husband only wanted the best for his family.

Excitement roared within you as you readied your baby to see his father after a month away due to work. You got ready beforehand, getting your hair, makeup and nails done- knowing your husband loves to see you dolled up. Still a little swollen from your delivery, you wore a fitted peach colored bodycon dress, making sure it was loose around your waist with beige pumps and a white fur shawl around your shoulders. You looked like the typical Italian-American wife, but with a sense of fashion.

You were a reminder of what Bucky accomplished in his life so far, more valuable than money or any rare diamond. You shined brighter than the stars in the night sky. He couldn’t have been happier to be with you. To be your husband till he couldn’t no more.

You met him at one of your fathers’ dinner parties that he held every Sunday evening. The whole street you grew up in would bring dishes of all sorts. They were like family, coming in and out of your grandeur home that your father worked hard to get. Love was shown all around. Hugs, kisses on the cheeks and laughter brought joy to the atmosphere. Bucky happened to be one of the young cheeky boys who had his heart eyes set on you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t stand out from all the rest.

Because he did.

It was like the moment you two locked eyes with each other, time itself stopped. Allowing you to bask in that period only to sink deep into each other’s soul. And boy, did you never want to swim back out. He remembers how his breath was instantly taken away, replaced with the sweet fluttering of his heart and the warmness in his stomach that never left. Even till this day. You were one of a kind. A beauty that hypnotized him in the best way and maybe the worst. But he’d never admit that. He was the one.

As you were his.

However, your lives were much different than the white picket fences. When you were 10 years old, your father explained that your great-grandfather made an agreement with other families, a secret group in Italy, before they migrated to the States. They swore to have each other’s back no matter what, earning respect, dignity, a higher status, and most importantly, protection. You were taught to value that treaty and much more.

As you grew older, your father’s business in repairing and selling cars turned out to be something else. He was a gangster; the boss of the mafia. Selling weapons to other mafia groups and wiring illegal money into Brooklyn. It wasn’t like he was the one getting his hand dirty. He had men for that. And Bucky happened to be one of them since his family dealt with that side of the business while your dad stood on top of everyone like a god of some sort. After you found out, you two tried running away only to be brought back. You disliked them with a fury, living a lie or at least being the cloak to what was happening behind closed doors. You and Bucky wanted out, but this was your family.

You’ve grown to love them.

And your life.

That’s where your forbidden love story had begun. Just like any concerned father for their sixteen-year-old daughter, your dad prevented any relationship between you and Bucky. He lived the same life as your fathers, being one of his right-hand men and all. Escaping would seem like the ultimate solution but Bucky stayed, for the sake of you. Anything Bucky did to show your father how serious he was about you didn’t meet your father’s standards; he wanted someone more successful and endearing than Bucky- the complete opposite. And your dad only saw the worst in Bucky but then again, Bucky loved you.

Not the money. Not the success. Not his label. Just you.

And life wasn’t easy for James Buchanan Barnes. Both his parents were taken away from him at the young age of twelve by Howard Stark who was scorned with immense hatred for your and Bucky’s family. He was another mafia group but on the bad side of the city where most of the scumbags in Brooklyn lived. Blinded by greed, Howard sought to take everything, even if that meant killing anyone who came in his way. He saw the Barnes family a weak branch, making it easier to take down. Howard took most of the car repair shops that were owned by Bucky’s father and left Bucky in the hands of his grandfather who wanted nothing to do with him. Yet, Bucky promised himself he will avenge his parents no matter what and get back what was rightfully his. He knew the right time will come to him so he waited.

In the meantime, Bucky’s grandfather ended up raising him until death stepped on their doorstep and welcomed him with open arms. After the funeral, your father took Bucky in, still being a young teen and sticking to the oath their families made. He decided to work for your father even if he disliked Bucky and working for him would only ensure that his future would go downhill. But Bucky craved you more than the will to stay alive once realizing you were his boss’s daughter. Bucky yearned to be better than anyone who he encountered, to be better than the image he has in his mind. And that meant he had to do things he wasn’t proud of.

He promised you he’d be better, only for you.

When the opportunity arrived to show your father how serious Bucky was about you, he made Bucky in charge, being an adult now, of a large weaponry shipment that was supposed to be guarded until the exchange took place up North. Word got out to Howard and his men as they rushed to the location before deciding to shoot up the place. They loved interfering in affairs that didn’t involve them for personal gain and it fueled the same fire in Bucky had years ago. Howard hoped he killed Bucky to send a message to your father but Stark didn’t know Buck had gone back in town to bring more men to secure the joint, but as time would have it, a war sprung out between the two. Your father was notified of the incident and was on his way. After hours of shooting and fist-fighting, Bucky came out of the mess with triumph oozing off him. Howard’s body laid dead on the cold black ground when your father arrived at the scene.

That day, Bucky gained your father’s approval and more importantly, you.

Presenting your grandmother’s engagement ring that your father gave him, Bucky proposed to you that same night. He might have not looked great, exhaustion and pain written across his face with dirt and blood-stained clothes on but his eyes held love and a fiery passion. Your heart was so full at that moment and remained to stay full, never showing any emptiness.

Because Bucky wouldn’t allow it to.

You two got married in a year, then had your loving son months later since Bucky didn’t let you leave the bed during your honeymoon unless it was necessary. You two were finally together and free to live the way you wanted. Deserved. The amount of joy and enthusiasm Bucky held within him wasn’t enough to show how thankful he was to you for giving him the most precious gift of all.

Being a father.

He never thought he’d see the day with the path he was heading but then you made that happen. He swore he’d never let you down… so you thought.

“Mrs. Barnes, you ready to head out?” Your driver poked his head through the open crack of the nursery door, pulling you out from your memories.

You nodded. “Yeah, we’re ready. Just grab his diaper bag and my suitcase. It’s in my room, on the bed.” You smiled before looking down at James. “Here we go.” You hummed, picking him up before resting James against your chest as he nuzzled into your neck.

Walking out of the nursery, you waved goodbye to the housekeepers who lived in your luxurious home. Bucky insisted having them since your house was humongous and you’d never be able to clean such a spacious place on your own with a baby around. He couldn’t bare you having that stress put on you, so he hired them to help.

“Mary, did Bucky call?” You asked the nanny, who you’ve grown to adore, as you stepped out of your mansion to the car.

“Yes, I did ma’am. I told him you were feeding James. He said to have you call him after.” Mary smiled, taking James from your arms as she situated him in his car seat.

“I’ll give him a call while we’re on the way there. It’s a two-hour plane ride, which is very convenient with this little stinker. Thank you.” You pulled Mary into a hug before stepping into the car. Your driver rounded the car, shutting your door before quickly taking the driver’s seat and taking you to the airport.

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as your nerves jumped eagerly throughout your body. It took a lot in you not to spoil the surprise for Bucky but you knew he’d appreciate it more than you felt. You were sure Bucky would scold you for coming at a late time but at least he’d get to spend the next day with you and the baby.

James’ light coos grasped your attention as you softly tickled his sides only for him to grab your hand and stuff it inside his mouth.

“Oh my god, James, I just fed ya.” Your tone went high and baby-like as you continued to talk to your son hoping it’ll calm your nerves.

“I hope Papa feels better after seeing us… he sounded lonely when I talked to him this morning.” You quietly sighed before leaning back in your seat, staring out the window as the warmth in your stomach slowly drifted away.

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 6 years

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2018 Megaman Valentine’s Day Contest Results Thread!

Thank you all for your patience this year! I know this is a little later after the holiday than I would like, but one day is simply not enough to contain all this love! Once again, it’s always wonderful to have an assortment of both familiar faces participating, as well as many newcomers.

As always, this will be a rather massive thread, so bear with me. Most of it will be hidden after the break, so please do take a peek at all these wonderful entries!

Due to the size and sheer quantity of comic entries, there are plenty of images to view. For that reason, I’m sticking to thumbnails for now. Please click to view the entry in it’s full glory!

Also, my thanks to @jaybird-c for the help with judging this year. I’ll have some of his commentary with my own below.

The three raffle prize winners will be noted by their alias, as well.

For your reminder, there were two categories, broken down into Humor and Talent. There were 6 total Humor entries, and 14 Talent entries. So, to start off, we’ll begin with the category with the least entrants, and to fit with my tie-in promo art.

*EDIT* OK, now I think everything is good. So long thumbnails, to keep this shorter.

Once again, for an easy link to all the images in a single gallery, please go here: https://imgbox.com/g/uAbXkTDaot

Otherwise, I’ve tested it again on both mobile and desktop, and everything should link to a full image. It still does on my end.

*/EDIT*

For Humor, this year’s theme was “Beauty and the Beastman.EXE.” The goal was to illustrate a mismatched Megaman couple, one in a monsterous, beastly form, with another more beautiful character that falls for them. Any allusions to the popular tale of Beauty and the Beast were welcome, but not a requirement.

Here are your top 3, followed by the remaining entries in alphabetical order by alias:

1.) @prar-draws: (*Prar wins $100 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Prar's comic has the absolute best execution of a joke, increasing the tension until the last panel when it masterfully throws the audience for a loop. Prar's style complements the story very well by making each individual moment easy to digest, and the last panel also just happens to be really funny to look at on its own. Just thinking about it makes me crack up.

Miyabi wrote: While this piece really contains more tension and drama until the final panel, I agree that the build is what helps bring the big laugh at the end. You can also see the temperature rising for Ciel, as her cheeks get redder and redder as the panels move along. I felt it tied in to the Beauty and the Beast storyline nicely, and your chosen characters fit well to pull off the connection. Very cute, and well constructed comic!

2.) @amiable-apparition: (*a-a wins $50 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: I don't remember this scene from the Star Force anime. Must've been cut from the final release. Clever use of trickery regarding who the real "monster" is; poor Damian appears to have misjudged the situation something fierce. Good idea and use of twist.

Miyabi wrote: I guess Sam was the one who was ‘Hungry Like the Wolf,’ after all! I too enjoyed the spin at the end, it was a funny deviation on how her character was portrayed in the anime. Subject choice was strong here too, connecting the theme with a couple characters who fit well with the concept. Nice work with the variety of panels you created to set things up.

3.) @frankenchio: (*frankenchio wins $25 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Ah, the Princess and the Toad Man. Frankenchio's piece is a clever little reference to the classic fable, but most of the humor is in how Roll apparently didn't know what kind of prince was on the other end of that frog. Clever, pretty to look at.

Miyabi wrote: I like that you thought outside of the box with the theme, and used a totally different classic tale, but still connected it very well. Ice Man sure lucked out this time, after whoever cursed him into Toad form. While a simple few panels, your style is just adorable. Those jewels on the crown look really detailed!

Close, but not quite ~

Dark Dullahan:

Jaybird wrote: Dark Dullahan has the idea of recreating an actual Disney scene with Iris and (Zoanoroid?) Zero, which is very sweet. It took me a few repeat looks to digest what was going on here but it's amusing to see Zero protecting his wounds from the fierce and terrible Iris. Because she's obviously the worst thing that can happen to him. Cute, amusing scene.

Miyabi wrote: Sorry, I don’t know why this upload defaults to a side view, when I don’t even have it at that orientation. It automatically glitches that way, no matter how I upload it. :/ Anyhow, a clever spin using the EXE versions of Zero and Iris, living in a world where only reploids...no wait, they don’t exist here. This Beastly ZoanoZero will open up to her over time, I’m sure. But first, he needs to heal up. Again, good use of parodying the scene.

@drewblossom:

Jaybird wrote: The sheer concept of Rock-Belle made me wonder if they were going to throw in an FMA reference somewhere, but Drew's picture doesn't need it. They make good use of the Disney-classic-gone-wrong idea -- Oil Man and Time Man as Lumiere and Cogsworth are nearly inspired --though I think they didn't quite go far enough and should have rounded out the piece with a more feminine version of the suit; Rock-Belle changing into Mega *Man* raises questions about whether the main character's an actual girl or just a cross-dresser, which distracts from the joke.

Miyabi wrote: I guess Rock is both the beauty and the beast, for totally destroying those poor innocent talking inanimate object bots! While I had a good laugh at the quick-change blast, the character reactions, and the overall parody of the classic scene, sadly I did feel it just didn’t quite have the couple contrast/Valentine’s theme as well as others.

@erekisaiko: (*RAFFLE PRIZE WINNER* Captain N Height Chart)

Jaybird wrote: I feel like I'm missing a reference to something else. As amusing as the concept of JunkMan's and Meddy's unsanitary hospital sounds, the picture doesn't present us with enough information to make sense of what actually happened (i.e. why was JunkMan wearing a cardboard Falzer costume in the first place?), and [=ClockMan's=] joke lacks the punch it ought to have because the punchline has no set up. (Unless of course this is all just an incredibly obvious reference to something I've never been exposed to that would fill in all the missing context). Amusing concept in punchline, it's fun to think about how this situation could've arisen.

Miyabi wrote: Meddy’s not oblivious, she just has a big heart ready to heal any messy, junky slob! Cute and different idea having more of a ‘fake’ beast, although I think Junk still would count as a beastly character on his own, in some respects. Very well-drawn, and appreciate all the detail you put into your internet background.

For the talent category, the theme was “If You Like It, You Should Put a Ring Boomerang On It.” This category was all about proposal scenes. And I am shocked there was not a single Jewel Man! XD

Here are your top 3, followed by the remaining entries in alphabetical order by alias:

1.) @wintesm: (*wint wins $100 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Jeez. Unrelenting Style. Your children's book painting is incredible as ever; your figures, your colors, your atmosphere, just about everything. I ran into a problem with your composition, though; the stark black page divider clashes with the predominantly horizontal-mirror structure and makes it hard to wrap your head around the story as its meant to be told. It was less of a problem once I trained myself to ignore it, and you use the divider very effectively in the second-to-last section, but it still made it harder to enjoy the work. Masterful technique, colors, perspective, expression.

Miyabi wrote: With your subjects, I felt this composition was a very clever way to tell the story, and kinda mirror their separate, but similar tales side-by side. As mentioned, you have such a fitting children’s storybook style, from colors to shapes, that shines once again! It’s a cute tale for such evil characters!

2.) @peach35: (*peach wins $50 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Peach deserves a lot of credit for her mastery of figure-drawing and perspective. That's something a lot of people struggle with, and accomplishment in these matters should be recognized. Another good choice of simple background to highlight the main moment, and awesome use of colors and lighting to suggest 3D -- I'm far more fascinated by Gate's nose than I should be. Incredible faces, hands, colors, and general shading.

Miyabi wrote: The sense of confused shock on Alia’s face is a different reaction that most, as it’s apparent Gate is slipping that ring on in total surprise. Clean lines and soft lighting helped this piece stand out.

3.) @tianura: (*tianura wins $25 USD or an item(s) up to that value.)

Jaybird wrote: Tianura's style is difficult to read; the line quality can be inconsistent from panel to panel, some attempts to convey 3D positioning could use polish, and the panels never stray very far from simple torso and head shots. That said, the expressions are exceptionally clear (again, look to the eyes) and convey lots of emotion, and the page-by-page composition is very good. Very expressive faces, judicious use of colors for effect.

Miyabi wrote: I thought this was a creative parallel for life-long partners in using Netto and Enzan. You did a nice job keeping Netto’s goofy charm intact, with quite a few humorous lines. The ending was totally fitting for him, older or not. XD While I’m sure you would have liked to color the whole thing, I liked the differing use of screentone shading. And the watercolor look of the color pieces did give it some storybook charm as well.

Close, but not quite ~

@borockman:

Jaybird wrote: It's such a shame this isn't a humor category, because this deserves major points for funny (the Nana-Sigma romance anime that the fandom doesn't want, but nonetheless deserves). The linework itself is pretty good. Expressive, good use of background for mood. Also, Sigma, the ring goes on the ring finger.

Miyabi wrote: It’s a dream. It’s always a dream! Siggy puts the ring on her pinky because Nana’s his ‘lil pinky-poo... ;p With the tears running down her face, I really did like the emotional feel of the moment.

@digitallyfanged:

Jaybird wrote: In terms of sheer atmosphere, this is one of the best pieces. It looks like a still from some fairy tale picture-book. The forest scenery, the background, the flower-swing, the misting breath, the quality of the outfits and the details on the dress and sword all make this exquisite. Unfortunately the characters aren't quite as expressive as they ought to be -- this is very clearly a fairy-tale love scene of some kind, but what kind? Laika is clearly being emotional towards the princess, but what is he saying? "Who are you"? "You're beautiful"? "I love you"? "Be mine forever"? It's gorgeous, but it's a little too vague to tell whether it's on topic or not.

Miyabi wrote: Gorgeous scene that felt a bit like another Disney-ish tale, moreso of the Frozen variety. They may just be easy-to-use Clip Studio effects, but I really thought it was quite creative how you pulled off the swing design. The watercolor forest background is beautiful, as is Pride’s snow princess outfit. Pretty, pretty picture!

@drewblossom:

Jaybird wrote: I'm glad I saw Drew's title, because it took me a minute to figure out exactly what was going on -- for a moment I thought Geminiman was trying to propose to himself with that (fittingly) gaudy diamond. The linework is pretty good, and I like the lighting effects on Gemini's crystals and the translucence of his chest plate. I'll give them points for an ambitious concept, but the best mirror art looks at a scene from two different directions, and Gemini's reflection is simply a reverse of the main view. Good colors and lighting, elegantly simple background that does a good job of highlighting the main action.

Miyabi wrote: No better way to practice a proposal than to recite it in front of your self. Of course, if he is proposing to his clone, then I think with his nonchalant actions, he’s got this down already. XD Clever, and unique!

@hyperbole1729:

Jaybird wrote: This piece is another mix. It has some very nice things -- the colors are spot on, the composition is very nice (you take cues from the 18th century Romantic movement by having the whole world revolve around the subject), you clearly pay attention to character details, and your field of flowers is great.

Miyabi wrote: Another set of net-battling partners who seem like a great choice for being together forever. The background is a fitting place for Sal to do it, because I don’t quite see Miyu being the one to speak up and propose. That might be more of a frightening proposition. LOL Cute, traditional scene.

@iris-sempi:

Jaybird wrote: Iris-sempi's got style. The colors are interesting, the subject is clear, the linework pops out because it's -also- part of the colors, the cartoony elements fit in very nicely, and the presentation as a literature/manga cover is well-done. The technique is some of the best I've seen. That said, I have to ask, if you were going to go through all the trouble of creating such a cool cover, I think it's only fair to point out the title is blocked by the artwork, which defeats the purpose, especially on something's Volume 1.

Miyabi wrote: Just to clarify for everyone, the Japanese characters for this piece say "Let's Get Married" and "Sea Salt Honey." I thought it was a really clever mag cover format, where the characters really pop out against the pink background. With the waves, it really does feel like Splashy leapt out of the ocean to smack some salty sugar on Honey/Vesper Woman. Her vibrating antennae give some nice movement and comedic effect, too. Love it, but felt it just didn’t quite have the proposal feel as strongly as others.

@jb-artist: (*RAFFLE PRIZE WINNER* - Megaman 8 cel)

Jaybird wrote: JB's picture is very cute, and we don't have much actual oekaki here, so props. While you deserve even more props for how direct you are to get to the point, it's difficult to judge how we're supposed to interpret this -- is Alouette precociously misunderstanding the nature of a marriage proposal or is it an actual proposal to her older sister figure? The perspective rocks, the colors and lighting are good, and there are lots of little details that portray lots of love for the Zero series.

Miyabi wrote: Zero’s such the silent, brooding type, that he sends Alouette to do the proposal for him. I’m just not sure if that will help or hurt his rank in this stage! XD It is honestly really cute, especially when you see her doodles on the resistance base’s wall. I think that makes the piece more than anything, and was a clever callback to the game. I like how you set up the scene with the background, and those are some really nice mountains back there, too.

@lightlabs:

Jaybird wrote: Now this is pretty. Great composition to direct us through the piece (-nice touch- on giving the ring some bling) and rocking use of paint swatches for style. The art does a great job of directing us into the center, and the warm colors in the center do a lot to convey mood. Zero, you smug jerk, stop showing the rest of us poor schlubs up.

Miyabi wrote: Yes, this is happening. There is a reason for me to go on. What...what am I using this line foooorr? The warm colors and sparkles give it a unique glow, for what seems to be a night scene. The brush strokes give it a neat paint brush look, for your coloring, too. Nice work conveying their emotions with their expressions as well.

@pandapanic0:

Jaybird wrote: In terms of actual skill, the coloring is good and clear, the piece is composed well, the lighting effects are fairly elegant. If it were the actual humor category, the Ring Man's appropriately outlandish bid and Mega Man's exceptionally feminine reaction would gain the piece lots of laugh-out-loud points.

Miyabi wrote: Thank you for taking the title of this category literally and going for the humorous visual of a giant ring Ring Boomerang! Even if he says no, once he tries to get rid of that ring, it’ll just come right back. XD Rock’s blushing expression is cute. Nice crisp coloring and bold lines.

@shikai-the-storyteller: (*RAFFLE PRIZE WINNER* - Archie Worlds Unite Page)

Jaybird wrote: On a panel-by-panel basis, the art is very good: crisp lines; good color and lighting; good technique with hands and faces; great use of background and expression to convey mood -- you got more mileage out of your backgrounds than probably anyone else here.

Miyabi wrote: Another nice job of mixing humor into your piece, while still keeping it a tender, sweet moment. Nice way of showing that things don’t always go as planned for a proposal, but sometimes it’s the thought and effort that counts. As always, your lines, colors and penmanship are smooth and flawless.

Superbasket5:

Jaybird wrote: Aww. If I've got this right, it looks like X is so nervous about giving Alia a valentine that he doesn't realize Berkana is giving Alia encouragement as well. I think. I have to wonder what Marty is doing here -- research tells me she has a crush on X, which seems like it would get in the way, and if that's the case, this impending trainwreck will be something worth watching. That said, the piece is still in its rough stages, especially your setting and perspective; I can't really tell where the characters are (outside at a park?), and Alia's hip is in front of X's arm.

Miyabi wrote: Alia has her support group, but I don’t know if she’s going to be able to pop the question to X with a crowd around her, either. XD Cute expressions, showing her nerves, while X is probably not quite expecting what’s hiding behind her back. I kinda wish we would get that visual of what she’s hiding as a cutaway, much like how you gave X a thought bubble for what’s going on in his head.

@yugiohlesbian:

Jaybird wrote: Good job! I'd like to compliment you on how versatile your figures are and how you use that to make them very expressive; your use of perspective and individual panel compositions are both very versatile. While there isn't any color, the nighttime scenes do a good job with the lighting. Your style is pleasantly simple, but sometimes the panels seem to be oversimplified; more developed backgrounds would be welcome in several places.

Miyabi wrote: Totally different subject, but Zero, none of us understand taxes, either. I like how you illustrated the struggle of a reploid trying to understand human logic and traditions, and yet in the end, it still being something Zero didn’t truly need to grasp in that logical sense. While I know you wish you would have had more time to continue perfecting these panels, I agree that the night scenes stand out and give a good contrast between Zero’s computer research scenes.

Thanks once again to all who participated! I will be contacting the winners soon enough. Work will probably keep me from replying to everyone immediately, but if you don’t hear from me today, I will send a message about prizes hopefully within the next day.

For those awaiting the secret contest results...sorry, for another slight delay. Between finishing my promo art for this thread, and typing this, it took up too much time and I’ve gotta head to work. I will have those posted overnight, into Sunday morning, as it won’t be quite as intensive to write up. My apologies, but I hope you can all hang on for another 20 hours or less. ^^;

#Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Rock Miyabi's 2018 Megaman Valentine's Day Contest #Too many tags to list

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salmicka1 · 7 years

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Looks like, that Salazar´s sign will be the taurus

Linda Goodman - taurus (man)

Logic isn't very helpful when you're trying to solve the riddle of a strong, masculine symbol like the bull, who's ruled by a loving, peaceful planet like Venus. Send that Libra man with his clever mind back to the library.The bull may take a long time deciding if he wants you for his woman. He's not going to execute a flashy swan dive into the pool of romance and discover on the way down that someone forgot to fill it with water. But once he's made up his mind that you're the one, and once he sets his mind on winning you, he'll make the Libra lover look like a fumbler. He'll even put the smitten lion and the passionate Scorpio to shame. That sensible, practical, slow, determined Taurus male is capable of sending you one pink rose each day until you surrender to his proposal-of marriage-or whatever. He can even write a poetic song or verse, and bashfully mail it to you without signing it, knowing you'll guess the sender. Taurus can be a tender, gentle and protective lover. His sensual nature will make him vulnerable to your exotic perfume, the smoothness of your skin and softness of your hair. He may not say so in flowery language to your face, but he will find a way to convey the message. The Taurus sense of touch is a tangible thing...

This negative, fixed earth sign is full of contradictions in love. A Taurean will like to see you dress in luxurious furs and rich colors. He may buy you a fragrant bunch of fresh, spring violets for your furs from the little old lady on the corner, and leave a large tip in her basket because she reminds him of his mother. (You, however, will definitely not remind him of either his mother or his sister -except when it comes to protecting you from the rude glances of other bulls who try to move in.) Music will stir his emotions and put him in the mood for love. He's almost sure to have a favorite song that reminds him of you each time he hears it. It's the one he keeps playing on the juke box.If you need more proof of the romance in his soul, the typical Taurus man will helpyou build your hope chest with birthday gifts of china and silver, and at Christmas he'll remind you of Santa himself when he comes calling, loaded down with mysterious packages and sentimental trinkets. He'll suggest moonlight swims, picnics in cool, secluded woods, and walks down country lanes under the stars. His will be the largest, fanciest, most eloquent Valentine the postman ever delivered on February 14th. When a Taurus man courts you, he courts you. He doesn't fool around. You'll probably be taken to dine in glamorous restaurants, with soft lights and violins, and he'll never forget the date you first met or any other intimate anni-versary between you. For the love of buttercups, how much romance do you need?It's perfectly true that the bull isn't a wild dreamer like the Aquarian male. Taurus will never sweep you off your feet like a Leo, or promise to take you floating away to live with him in a fairy castle, drifting on pink clouds forever and a day, like an Aries. He's more likely to drop by on foot some Saturday night, with the architect's blueprints for the house he plans to build for you, out of real lumber and with real cash. He'll probably make the down payment on the property, or at the very least, on the apart" ment lease, before you become engaged. This man means business. When the bull lifts you across his threshold and plants you firmly in his substantial home, which won't bear the faintest resemblance to a fairy castle, you can be sure the mortgage is secure at the bank. That's hardly something to complain about. You'll wonder why you ever wanted to be wrapped in those pink clouds, once you've been warmly and snugly enfolded in the soft Taurean blanket of security. You'll be too busy enjoying your new furniture and checking account (or the certainty that they're just around the corner) to weep for misty dreams that probably wouldn't have come true anyway. That is, if you're a female who appreciates solid value. Not every woman does, more's the pity. But sensible girls, from eighteen to eighty, value the peaceful, easygoing ways of the bull and his calm, stable nature. His sentimental gestures and pleasantly earthy wooing can be just as satisfying as the soulful, poetic sighs of more colorful lovers, or the dashing excitement of the flashier Don Juans, quite often even more so. Ask any woman who's been sensible enough to get herself good and loved by a strong Taurean. There are lots of contented cows and happy heifers around.A Taurus man plans for tomorrow carefully. As the squirrel stores his nuts when they're plentiful in the summer, to provide security for the cold, barren winter-the temporary pleasures of a bright afternoon will never distract Taurus from preparing for the days when the slush piles up at the curb. It's a funny thing, but the hus-^ bands who are financially able to take or send their wives to Florida in January are often born in May.Naturally, there are drawbacks to a romantic escapade with a Taurus male-all is not peaches and perfection. For one thing, youll have to brush up on your ladylike behavior. No Taurus man is going to put up with a loud, masculine female who cracks a whip like an animal trainer. If you have any forceful opinions, don't shove them down his throat or brag about your brainpower in public. Privately, he respects a female with intelligence (though he places a higher premium on plain common sense), but you'd just better let him be the bright one of the team when you're outtogether dancing cheek to cheek-even if you're just sitting in a restaurant, knee to knee. Make like the emancipated woman in front of his friends and he'll have one of two reactions. If he's a primitive Taurean (and you'd be surprised how many of those there are), he's likely to give you a shove and a shaking, maybe even a good smack in the right place when you gethome-or worse, before you get home. If he's a more sophisticated type, he'll simply clam up on you in front of everyone and sit there like a large chunk of cold stone, refusing to speak a word the rest of the night, until you're so embarrassed you wish the floor would swallow you. Your friends will be most uncomfortable, too. It can really dampen an evening, not to mention cramp your style.Your first impulse will be to try to undo the damage, but trying to jolly him out of his stubborn mood before it's run its course is literally impossible. It's like trying to move the Rock of Gibraltar. As a matter of fact, if you attempt to tease him back into normal social behavior, you may wish you had just let him sulk. A hunk of cold stone is infinitely more acceptable than his reaction to your coaxing after you've angered him. Push him too far and he'll turn from a silent sphinx into a bellowing bull, who may very well let loose some mighty earthy language, which will cause your cheeks to flame even pinker. Either that, or he'll say calmly to the group, "Excuse me for breaking up the party, but I have to drag this woman with the tent flap mouth home and teach her a few lessons." You'll hide from everyone you know for weeks afterwards. And all because, when he's holding the group spellbound with his summary of the political scene, you interrupt him with a remark like, "Oh> honey, don't be so naive. Everyone knows Utterbach takes bribes. With his record he couldn't get elected chairman of the Boy Scout cookie sale, let alone Congressman. You don't know what you're talking about," at which point he'll dig in those heels, fold his arms across that beefy chest, and begin to pout-or clobber you- whichever. If you see him reach for his coat, you might as well put on yours, too. A Taurus man will seldom leave his woman alone with the wolves, unprotected, no matter how angry she's made him. He'll take her along, by the hair, if necessary. So don't get any ideas of staying behind to get sympathy from the others. When he leaves, you leave. And I would strongly advise you to apologize before you get home. He won't. Running to Mama's arms won't do any good. You share his bed and board, as long as he pays the rent. Mother-in-law interference is about the last thing the typical bull will stand for. The first time you try that "running home to Mother" routine will probably be the last. After they once experience his fury, your parents wll prefer to keep the door locked and let you handle your own problems.I know a Taurus man with an aggressive wife who found aunique solution. He simply refuses to go out with her in piblic. Her irresistible force met an immovable object- tm. She can go out and rob other men of their mas-cilinity all she wants, not Taurus, the bull. He's very fond o: his positive mate, and they have rather a nice team gong in many ways; they respect each other tremendously -but until she learns to submit, keep her mouth closed, aid let him be the man, she's forced to go to parties, roetings and the theater without an escort. This particular Tiurean has refused to accompany her ever since the time tby joined several other couples fordinner at a fancy pice. His wife grabbed the menu from him and ordered fa- the whole group. She made unflattering remarks about hi haircut and his tie during the first course, and supplied tb punch line to three of his jokes during the entree. IS)w she goes to social functions alone, while her Taurus nate refuses to budge from his castle. You can't really bkme the bull. He's just being true to his Sun sign. It's sfll a solid marriage, but you may not be so lucky. So An't tempt your Taurean by shoving him around.He's extremely patient, but he won't wear a ring in his n'se. He doesn't necessarily want a clinging vine, either. H's too practical, and he likes his freedom too much to eijoy a female who sticks to him like rubber cement and cies at the drop of a hanky. He doesn't mind a woman wth some fire and spunk. It intrigues him and balances hs own steadier maturity. With a smile of detached amuse-nsnt, he'll watch her cheerfully scampering around in tpical feminine fashion, as one would watch a beloved, petty kitten playing with a brightly colored ball of yam. Jst so kitty knows when the bull gives a strong tug on tb yarn, it's time to stop the fun and games and listen to tb voice of her master. No one can be kinder, more gentle aid truly tolerant than a Taurus man, when his mas-clinity is secure. He'll do anything in the world for the w>man he loves except allow her to wear the pants. Tiurus may sometimes behave like a clumsy circus bear, aid his humor is often rough and ridiculous. But he will nThe bull enjoys shopping around and he'll seldom rush pill mell into a serious courtship. The puzzled girl he's been taking to the movies every Saturday night for a year may wonder if he's ever going to catch fire. It takes time for him to work up enough steam in the boiler to get the engine going at full speed, but once he's set his sights on a particular female, he can't be sidetracked. He may even forget to be sensible and cautious. The typical Taurus man is blind to any warnings of incompatibility when he's been pierced by Cupid's arrow. The more his friends point out possible stumbling blocks, the more obstinate he gets, and you know how obstinate that can be. Consequently, the Taurean frequently makes the mistake of getting tangled up with fire and air signs, when he's better off with earth and water, in most cases. Sometimes, it works out beneficially. Opposites can attract, and stay attracted. But when it doesn't, Taurus will take a long time to get over the scars of a divorce before he's ready to settle down again with a wife who more closely matches his own disposition and outlook.The financial picture with a Taurus man is usually excellent. Paint it pink and rosy. Few Taureans will fail to accumulate at least security, if not wealth. Some of them play the game of Monopoly with real money. And they win. Both real estate and cash are easily conquered by the bull.He probably loves the country, football, fishing and camping. If none of these, he likes flowers, gardening or long walks. He prefers to read books about the dashing heroes of olden days or the biographies of empire builders, rather than sophisticated fiction or deep philosophy. Most Taurus males subscribe to several men's magazines, some earthy and practical, others featuring glossy pages of femininepulchritude.He's the ultimate in a man's man, so don't ever serve him those dainty tea sandwiches with the crusts sliced off. He likes good, old-fashioned home cooking, with. plenty of potatoes and gravy, and apple pie like Mom used to make. Get yourself a good cookbook. He'll also be willing to take you out to dine frequently. Typical Taureans don't expect their wives to be kitchen slaves. (But he may mess up your pots and pans when he plays Sunday chef and expects you to play bus boy.)As a parent, he's a perfect delight. He'll think it's important to have a son to carry on the family name, but hell love the little girls with special tenderness. Taurus men make loving, affectionate, warm and sympathetic fathers. He'll set high standards for the children and expect them to respect property and possessions. The Taurean dad is patient. He won't mind if the children learn their lessons slowly, so long as they get them correctly. His attitude is that young minds should be trained gradually toward maturity. You may find that he puts too much emphasis on material matters and showers them with expensive gifts that spoil them. But he'll also shower them with his time and devotion, and the firm hand of discipline will be there when it's needed. In general, life with father, if he was born in May, can be a warm experience, overflowing with love-except for those rare occasions when the bull charges in blind, furious anger, and the whole family has to hide behind the piano.The typical Taurean husband is generous to a fault with his wife. He won't deny you nice clothes, perfume and baubles; attractive but practical furniture and a full pan-try. The bull seldom skimps on furnishings, clothing or food. Still, money won't bum any noticeable holes in his pockets (unless there are impulsive financial aspects in his natal chart). He loves luxury, but he's just as enamoured with value, and he'll make sure his cash buys more than a salesman's hot air.This man will work hard and need lots of rest. See that he gets it, because he can be quite a grumpy grouch when he's tired and out of sorts. Don't ever nag him or accuse him of being lazy. That's like waving a red flag in his face. He lives life at his own leisurely pace, and he won't be rushed or pushed. His speedometer is set at one speed-deliberate. Attempts to make him spin merrily through a continual round of whirlwind social activity are doomed to failure. He will enjoy entertaining in his own home, but he'll prefer a few people of compatible interests to large crowds. Invite old friends, or those who have serious goals and ambitions, and he'll behave pleasantly and hospitably. If you insist on cluttering his castle with emptyheaded, frivolous Go-Go types, he may just disappear from the scene-sometimes permanently.Buy him one of those papa bear chairs that stretches out into a reclining position. No loud noises, blaring radios and TV sets, chaos and scattered toys, please. Keep your home full of music, beauty and peace. Remember that the trousers fit him better than they do you. Be his woman, and you couldn't ask for a better man. No one else will ever treat you with such gracious consideration. He really deserves to be respected for it. Taurus love is simple, plain and honest. His affectionate natureand flattering attention will make you sure you are loved, in spite of all your little faults and failings that other men would constantly criticize. Taurus gives enduring loyalty and devotion, with a faithful heart. That adds up to emotional security. Com-bined with financial security and romance, there's little else to ask for. So all right, he's stubborn, but remember that stubbornness turned upside down is patience, and that's a rare virtue.

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shirtlesssammy · 7 years

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Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell: Savor it because we won’t see Cas for over a month Recap

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In which writer, Davey Perez, continues to ascend to the Fan Throne of Goodness vacated by the much missed Robbie Thompson.

Now:

On a camping excursion in the wilds of Nebraska, a young woman, Gwen, attempts to split firewood against the grain, her boyfriend, Marcus, is busy watching nature on his iPad, and the audience realizes -with or without monsters- this cute city couple is DOOMED. Before their imminent demise, they talk about her acceptance to a veterinary school out-of-state, and the ability to make a long-distance relationship work. On the premise of getting more firewood, the boyfriend wanders away to practice his proposal speech. Gwen stumbles upon the ring. And unfortunately for Marcus, a hellhound stumbles upon him! He just makes it back to camp before getting shredding to pieces. Gwen stands paralyzed but eventually gets the wherewithal to slash the invisible beast with the ax (also against the grain --the hellhound lived, even if Gwen escaped.)

RIP Marcus.

At the bunker, Sam and Dean and Lucille are just getting back from an epic hunting trip. (Fun Fact: Boris had to stop watching The Walking Dead just when Papa Winchester showed up. Too many sads.) It seems Sam keeps finding new jobs through a new computer program, aka, Frodo, aka, Mick Davies. So I see Sam hasn’t told his brother of his little allegiance yet. Dean’s ready to go, after all he has baby wipes in the car to remove any residual siren gunk, but Sam insists he shower first.

Dean acquiesces but insists he’s going to use Sam’s fancy shampoo in retaliation. (Boris is willing to hand-wave Dean’s lack of cleanliness for himself due to his overwhelming need to hunt and forget about his mom issues, but getting monster gunk in Baby? That cannot stand.)

The boys make it to the scene of Marcus’s demise, finishing phone calls as they exit Baby. Sam (talking to his mom): “Let us know.” Dean (talking to Cas): “Love you too.” Oh wait, scratch that, reverse it. Sam fills Dean in on their mom’s recent hunt with the Brits. Dean fills Sam in on more angel killings (like, doesn’t that warrant a drop-everything-and-help-Cas situation? Finding the nephilim seems WAY more time sensitive than bear attacks, but don’t mind me, I’m just a bitter Cas girl.) (Natasha: raises hand in solidarity.)

Speaking of Cas, or Agent Solange...

He’s at a diner, investigating the death of a waitress. Herb, the diner’s manager, believes she was killed by a Reptilian alien, you know, like the Queen of England. Cas is dismissive but Herb has proof and pulls out a tape! Man, this whole scene played like a goofier episode of The X-Files. It gave me happy feels. It also reminded me of Ronald Reznick and Mandroids. (And I love the silly reference to Misha Collin’s weird thing with the Queen.) In any event, they watch the video, which consists of Kelly Kline’s confrontation with angels and her rescue by Dagon, and her yellow eyes. “Like I said, reptilian,” Herb confirms. Cas takes the tape and leaves.

At the campsite, Sam and Dean hear about Gwen’s strange account of the attack. They were attacked by an invisible wolf. “Invisible dog. Sounds like a hellhound to me,” Dean concludes, and Sam agrees, as they head out to interview Gwen.

Once at Gwen’s house, the brothers disagree on how they should explain the situation. The much handsomer brother spitballs telling her the whole disturbing and unbelievable truth, but Sam says they just need to lie, a lot.

Of course, by letting in Agents Clapton and Baker, Gwen unknowingly lets in the hellhound. They tell her that a bear killed her boyfriend. She is not in danger, but Gwen doesn’t believe them, and tells them to leave. And the hellhound attacks! Sam and Dean burst in and shoot the hound, but it escapes out the window.

Crowley. Oh Crowley, what are you doing with Lucifer? You’re a smart demon, Fergus. But this seems...ill-advised. Yet he continues to hold Lucifer prisoner and taunt him. Lucifer isn’t too concerned. “I’m still gonna peel off your skin and eat your soul.” Lucifer makes it clear that they both know that the chains that hold him are just a temporary situation. “I’m already 10 steps ahead,” Crowley reassures the audience. He then meets with Demon #1 and #2. There’s a lot of Hell business to handle.

Back at Gwen’s, Sam and Dean tell her the whole disturbing and unbelievable truth --a hellhound just attacked her. Dean’s admission that they’ve tangled with hellhounds in the past is an understatement. *crying in corner over sad season 3 feels* The boys tell her that hellhounds only go after people who have sold their soul to a demon. They ask her to recall anything in her past or Marcus’s that they might have done unknowingly. Her answer is a firm “No.” The brothers call in the big guns for a conundrum like this: Crowley.

Summary: Dean calls Crowley “Peaches”, and Crowley is still pissed about the whole Gavin thing. Dean asks about the hellhounds and Demon #1 and #2 admit that Ramsey escaped. Crowley pops over to the brothers without hesitation.

Outside the diner a new angel, Kelvin, confronts Castiel. He’s looking for Kelly Kline as well and suggests that they partner up.

Back at Gwen’s house, Crowley unhelpfully introduces the hellhound as “THE Hellhound.” Sam squints inquisitively. Well, God created posies, koalas...

...and hellhounds! He wanted to make God’s best friend but ended up with a vicious beast instead. Rather than killing all the hounds, Lucifer rescued Ramsey, a pregnant hellhound. Loyal to her first master, she’s the one hound Crowley has never been able to control. As to why this wayward hound is after Gwen? Well, she did whack it with an axe. You could say that hound has an “axe to grind.” (Shows myself out.) Everybody looks exasperated at Gwen when instead, IMO, they should be high fiving Gwen’s bad ass self for sticking an axe in a hellhound and surviving the encounter. Anyway, everybody - even Crowley - is ready to saddle up and put an end to Ramsey.

“That mutt’s head, mounted on my wall - good for the brand,” Crowley says, explaining his participation.

“A hellhound gunning for revenge,” Dean snarks. “Just when I thought this gig couldn’t get any weirder.”

“It can always get weirder,” Crowley tells him, weirdly. (I APPROVE of this message and also your weirdly significant look, Crowley...and by extension Andrew Dabb / Davy Perez?? That is a damn fine motto right there.)

Back in Crowley’s palace, two demons open up Lucifer’s cell with a key they purloined from Crowley’s pocket. They walk in to find Lucifer trussed up and mouth gagged.

(At this point there was a commercial break during the broadcast. I feel compelled to tell you that I spent the whole commercial break cursing Crowley’s stupidity for locking Lucifer up with simple chains that open with a key. Crowley! Who is always so clever when it comes to self-preservation. Anyway.)

The two minions immediately begin fawning over Lucifer - and complaining about Crowley. He killed everyone involved in “the cage project.”. Minions 1 and 2 set Ramsey free as a distraction so they could bust Lucifer out.

Back in the woods Dean pulls out two holy-fire-treated pairs of eyeglasses. Dean and Crowley will patrol the woods for Ramsey while Sam drives around with Gwen in the Impala.

Dean settles a soulful look on Sammy. “Take care of her,” he implores. Oh Dean, you big soft package of cotton candy! Don’t worry! The Winchesters always find a way to save the day! While we’re all clutching at our hearts, Sam realizes that Dean was referring to Baby - not scared little axe-swinging, hellhound mauling Gwen. “Imagine she’s a beautiful woman,” Dean tells him. (The rest of us: side eye.) Okay, great talk, Dean. He heads off into the woods with Crowley as Sam drives away.

Boomeranging back to Castiel, he’s parked in a bar with Kelvin sipping waters. (Bartenders must HATE angels.) Heaven’s running along in an orderly fashion but the angels want him back to help with their nephilim problem. Castiel has the most field experience, after all.

“I think you overestimate me,” Cas says, profoundly underestimating himself (as is his way lately).

Kelvin begs to differ and suggests that having Heaven waiting in the wings when the wee human Winchesters fail is just smart strategy. Plus, as a bonus, if Cas does Heaven a solid then he can go back to coming and going as he pleases. Cas doubts Kelvin’s ability to actually follow through on any of the promises he’s spinning, so Kelvin drops his power card. Kelvin is just a messenger from Heaven - Joshua can restore Cas to his rightful place in Heaven. Go on, emotes Cas, turning towards Kelvin.

“Imagine it, Castiel. For you to come and go as you please. Part of your family - your true family again.” Cas looks at him in consideration. (Me: Noooooooo Cas!)

Back in the palace, Lucifer is suffering through the worst Hell-torture of all: irritating minions. They finally finish outlining their list of demands. Well, one of them has a long list of demands. All that Minion #2 cares about is “Making Hell great again.” (Me: laugh cries)

At last they unlock Lucifer. Stupid STUPID minions. Minion 1 disintegrates in a puff of fire and ash. Minion 2 offers himself up. “My life is yours to devour!”

Lucifer: “See, now you just made it weird.” POOF.

In the woods on the hellhound hunt, Crowley flirts with Dean. He’s all “those glasses bring out your eyes” and “remember that fivesome we had when you were a demon?”

Dean and Crowley marvel at a Winchester and the King of Hell working together yet again. “You saved Cas,” Dean says, at last thanking Crowley for saving the day a few episodes ago.

“Just to spare myself the Winchester man pain,” Crowley snarks.

Dean sees something in the woods - it’s Gwen’s boyfriend’s body, dragged back to Ramsey’s den. The hellhound’s den is empty!

For Science

And back to the Impala, where Sam drives along merrily with Gwen who succumbs to the Impala’s magical confession and introspection powers. “This is all my fault,” she mourns. She asks Sam to pull over so she can vomit. When she returns she confesses that she wanted to break up with her boyfriend, but she still acted like everything was perfect between them. “Why couldn’t I just tell him the truth? I lied to make things easier.”

Sam weeps along with her (internally) and reflects upon his own lying lies with Dean. He finally pulls himself out of his miserable slump and looks up to see Ramsey snarling in front of them. (Me: Hit it with the car, Sam! Wouldn’t be the first dog, amirite?)

Ramsey busts up Baby a bit, then Sam grabs an angel blade and heads out to kill the dog. The glasses get knocked off of his face during a scuffle and things look bad for our hero. Then Gwen comes out and knocks the hellhound off of Sam like a fucking bad ass.

This gives Sam just the distraction needed to climb to his feet. When the hound rushes him again, he stabs her with the blade, killing her.

When the four regroup, Dean castigates Sam for his damaged car. A relieved Gwen gives Crowley a giant happy bunny hug. Sam thanks Crowley with actual words and feelings and Crowley zaps out. “He seems nice,” Gwen says, chirpily.

Crowley heads straight for the palace where Lucifer’s torture chair is empty! He finds Luci in his throne room. I’m yelling ZAP OUTTA THERE CROWLEY WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU when Crowley snaps his fingers and Lucifer’s magical archangel wings fizzle out.

“I’m always ten steps ahead,” Crowley reminds Lucifer. He had his vessel fixed up and heavily warded. Lucifer’s meatsuit is his prison! (Me: punches air in joy at this development) Just as Crowley learned not to underestimate the Winchesters, Lucifer really has to learn not to underestimate the MacLeods.

Crowley dusts off his hands, steps over a whimpering Lucifer, and settles onto his throne. Crowley’s going to rip apart Lucifer’s child in front of him, and then he’s going to continue his revenge. (I’m guessing with more torture-by-irritating-minion.)

Elsewhere, the boys are just making it back to the bunker when Cas calls. He has a lead on Kelly Kline. (Hooray!) Cut to Cas, getting out of his truck and walking into...fuuuuuuuck...a playground. While I’m freaking out, Cas tells the boys about Dagon.

They hang up and Dean frowns at the phone. “He sound weird to you?” Dean, your worried husband rader is SPOT ON.

There’s no time to reflect on that, however. Sam gets an alert from the Men of Letters about another case. He decides to come clean to Dean, telling him that instead of a computer program feeding him cases, he’s been getting jobs from the BMoL. Sam tries to explain his position and apologizes for lying to Dean.

Dean hates it, but he agrees that they work with people they don’t trust all the time. Hell, they just worked with Crowley. So he’ll work with them on one condition: the second something feels off they both bail.

The phone rings again. “It’s Mick,” Sam says, holding up his phone.

“Pick it up,” Dean says, not radiating any kind of deep man pain at all.

Boris: Overall, on the surface, I felt like things were a bit off this episode. Dean seems to be taking all these lies and deceptions really well. What’s he thinking? Is he going along with Sam and Mary because he doesn’t want to lose them? Suddenly Sam has another family member to choose--and in a way he picked a side. Dean’s gut instinct is usually right --so it hurts to see him cave so easily to Sam and Mary. And Cas? I want to believe that he went to heaven for one final goodbye. Can he find a way to use the angels to TFW’s advantage? So much hasn’t been said after his big confession. He’s said and done SO much for the Winchesters this season, but there’s been very little given to him in return. And, I’m totally on board for cleaning up the ridiculous Lucifer Meatsuit improbability. I just thought it was such a stupid reason for it, but to have Crowley be 10 steps ahead of Lucifer is satisfying to watch. And Sam saved the flipping day again! And started the trials again? He killed a hellhound. I realize it’s nbd for them these days, but it’s, uh, really not.

Natasha: Sam didn’t do the incantation, so no trials. I thought Dean was shocked about Sam’s news - bitter and worried, but also respecting Sam’s right to make his own choices. He’s probably going to angry fix his car the first chance he gets. I agree that Cas trying to get back into Heaven’s good graces is a tired storyline by this point. What I’m hoping is that Cas appears to agree because he sees the tactical advantage of using Heaven’s resources. After all, he just saw two angels confront Kelly Kline...they must have some resource that’s beyond him to find her. Furthermore, he seems intrigued by Joshua’s involvement. I think Cas wants to know who’s on the game board. I’m hoping that Cas gathers intel and heads down to the Winchesters when he’s put together a solid plan. However, there are definitely parallels between the Winchesters/BMoL and Cas/Heaven in terms of our heroes working with people they don’t trust, but that might help them achieve their goals in an efficient manner. Given that Cas is gone for the next 3 episodes leaves us with a ton of questions about what could explain his absence. And the fact that he isn’t telling the Winchesters a thing is breaking my fuckin’ heart.

Who’s a good Quote?

It’s two and two. Doesn't count if you flip ‘em inside out.

Computers. Monsters? Porn? Is there anything they can’t do?

Most sheeple can’t handle the truth. But not me. I’m woke.

Who ya gonna call? Douchebusters.

The FBI, the Man in Black. Well, you know, Beige.

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