chelsea is going to kill it

steal the toaster

in which i try and fail to be as good as @jiilys and @alrightpotter

James Potter to whoever stole my weetabix is dead: WE ARE OUT OF MILK



Sirius Black: chill

Sirius Black: might have been me this morning though

Peter Pettigrew: did u hv it with weetabix by any chance???

Sirius Black: …..

Sirius Black: shit

Sirius Black to Remus Lupin: do you reckon he’ll accept cornflakes?

Remus Lupin: kellogs ones?

Sirius Black: wtf no lidl ones

Sirus Black: do I look like im made of money

Remus Lupin: well yes

Sirius Black: rude

Sirius changed the name to: next doors wifi is dragon420

Remus Lupin: how did you…?

Remus Lupin: acc I don’t want to know

James Potter: omg bc they BLAZE IT

Sirius Black: omg

Peter Pettigrew: omg

Peter Pettigrew to James Potter: where r u we’re going pub

James Potter: in the library

James Potter: there’s this chem girl

James Potter: she’s so pretty

James Potter: pete?

James Potter: ???

Sirius Black to LADSLADSLADS: new business idea

Sirius Black: james sells jams in his pyjamas

Sirius Black: we can call it

Sirius Black: jim jams

Remus Lupin has left the group

James Potter to three normal ppl + fucking romeo: she came and asked to borrow my pen today !!!

James Potter: out of the whole library!!! she picked me !!!

James Potter: what does this mean???

Sirius Black removed James Potter from the group

Peter Pettigrew: oh thank god

Remus Lupin to James Potter: why have you called me fourteen times???

James Potter: oh pete fell out the window but hes fine

Remus Lupin: whAT???


James Potter: on a completely unrelated matter would you say forgetting your name was a sign of concussion?

Lily Evans to James Potter: congrats on winning the match, you were really good

James Potter to no Sirius we’re not going skinny dipping its 4 degrees: HELP

James Potter sent a photo

James Potter: WHAT DO I SAY????

Sirius Black: be ~cool~

Peter Pettigrew: ignore her, girls love it when you ignore them

Sirius Black: mate…. maybe this is why youre a virgin

Peter Pettigrew: for the last time im NOT A VIRGIN

Sirius Black: idk sounds like smth a virgin would say

Peter Pettigrew to James Potter: if my mum rings the flat say im not there

James Potter: but youre not here…?

Peter Pettigrew: she believs u when u say it

Remus Lupin to pineapple is never acceptable on pizza fight me sirius: new drinking game- take a shot whenever james mentions lily’s eyes

Sirius Black: do you want us to die????

James Potter: but guys

James Potter: theyre so green

James Potter: its like a forest

Peter Pettigrew: ill buy some vodka omw back

James Potter changed the group name to: MAN U 4-CHELSEA 1

Sirius Black: blocked

Sirius Black to sirius and co: dont go near the microwave btw

Peter Pettigrew: …….why????

Sirius Black: its lowkey broken

Sirius Black: and by lowkey i mean will kill a man

Remus Lupin: I swear to god if we call the fire service again we’re getting fined

Sirius Black: its fine im gonna steal benjys

Remus Lupin to Benjy Fenwick: Just a quick heads up, maybe hide your microwave

Benjy Fenwick: I already did after black stole my toaster

Remus Lupin: ah sorry about that

Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: you told me benjy didn’t want his toaster anymore

Sirius Black: idk how youre studying astrophysics if you believed tht tbh

Sirius Black to moony ripped a new fiver im so proud: saw evans today

James Potter: omg did she mention me?

Sirius Black: she wanted to know if we were fucking

James Potter: what did you say???

Sirius Black: yes obvisly

James Potter: aw babe

Remus Lupin: get a room

James added Sirius Black and Lily Evans to the group: just to clarify me and sirius are not fucking

Sirius Black: exCUSE ME???



Lily Evans: james how could you?

James Potter: …. are you serious

Sirius Black: …..

James Potter: don’t you fucking dare

Sirius Black to James Potter: come and help me buy 150 snickers for bellatrix

James Potter: nah im in history

James Potter: isn’t she allergic to nuts

Sirius Black: exactly

Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: lily just asked if she can sit w/ us at james’s final

Sirius Black: oh mY GOD

Sirius Black: operation lames is go

Remus Lupin: I told you not to call it that

Sirius Black: it’s a gd name #hatersgonnahate

Remus Lupin: please stop

Peter Pettigrew to potter for president: afterparty at ours right?

Sirius Black: hell yes

Sirius Black: proud of you jamesy


James Potter: she cant walk around naked can she?

QUEEN OF NOTHING: A mix for the brutal soul with bloodied hands and a tortured mind, who feels too much or nothing at all. 

01. Delirious - Susanne Sundfør // 02. Bloodline - White Sea // 03. Oh, These Monsters - Spelles // 04. It’s The Fear - Within Temptation // 05. Gasoline - Halsey // 06. Raise The Dead - Raign // 07. Deep End - Ruelle // 08. No Easy Way - Digital Daggers // 09. Control - Halsey // 10. A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard // 11. Not Tonight - The Black Belles // 12. Moaning Lisa Smile - Wolf Alice // 13. Heart Is Black - Escondido // 14. Damned If She Do - The Kills // 15. Kill Me - The Pretty Reckless // 16. Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill // 17. Bad Boys - Sallie Ford & The Sound Outside // 18. Raise Hell - Dorothy // 19. Miss Nothing - The Pretty Reckless // 20. Go - Meg Myers // 21. Army of Me - Björk // 22. Blindness - Metric // 23. Razors Edge - Digital Daggers // 24. They’ll Clap When You’re Gone - Chelsea Wolfe // 25. Which Witch - Florence + The Machine


I’d fashioned my own cross,
Been crushed by its weight.

I’ve seen down the end of the road
I deal in a different story, oh
I will never let go again
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones
I’ll do this on my own, own, own, own, bones, bones

  • Lubbock: You know, my dick has a lot in common with the sun.
  • Mine: Why? Because nobody likes looking at it directly?
  • Chelsea: It gives people cancer?
  • Akame: It’s going to die someday?
  • Tatsumi: It rises at the crack of dawn?
  • Sheele: It disappears at night?
  • Susanoo: Direct exposure to it often leads to a nasty case of sunburn?
  • Najenda: It needs to stay approximately 92,960,000 miles away from me?
  • Leone: Nobody will ever touch it?
According to Brooklyn Nine-Nine Executive Producer Dan Goor:

Gina definitely did not die because…

  1. “She is the human form of the 100 emoji and therefore indestructible.”
  2. “You can’t kill a phenomenon.”
  3. “She’s a federally protected landmark.”
  4. “The real question is: how did the bus survive crashing into her?”
  5. “Fun fact: getting hit by a bus is totally safe. Please tell your readers that.”
  6. “The only way to kill a Highlander is by removing the head.”

Gina definitely did die because…

  1. “She got hit by a bus.”
  2. “Repeat: She got hit by a bus!”
  3. “Do you know how much buses weigh?”
  4. “That bus was going so fast!”
  5. “Fun fact: Getting hit by a bus that’s going that fast will kill you. Please tell your readers that.”
  6. “Also, she was already a ghost.”


anonymous asked:

Things didn't go according to plan.

This isn’t unheard of. We never claimed to be precise. We only claimed to be inevitable.

The experiments are taxing on the human body; we choose women for their resiliency as well as their reproductive capabilities, their evolutionary elasticity. They stretch and stretch and with time, with care, with the appropriate treatment, they return with relative strength.

Not all of us are so lucky.

It was not meant as a punishment. It was not meant to be permanent. Miss Scully has a rather unfortunate history of heart problems in her family. We did not account for this. Truly our mistake.

But while the science is not quick, it is thorough, and she is returned to earth with a single scar.

She will wake up. She will even make it in time for the funeral.

Truly, our mistake.

Guys, I can’t liveblog the game today so here a liveblogging master post with every comment I will make.

  1. [right after KO] by the powers bestowed upon me by old Trafford I declare this game a draw. now can we all go home pls.
  2. [4th min] still nil-nil!!! look who is doing infinitely better than the last time we played Chelsea in the league :)))
  3. [someone makes a good run…] you go my son. you go and show these bastards what we are made of. you go and avenge that fa cup game for us. I BELIEVE
  4. […attempt hits the goalpost bc ofc] arghagshgasgh why do I bother askhjasdhj #sigh #eternal suffering
  5. [insert david de gea is a blessing to this team and we don’t deserve him post]
  7. [end of the game. alternate scenarios]
    1. Did we win this game? or am I dreaming? is this inception? can we know that anything is real?
    3. abandon all hope ye who enter here is my life motto anyway. im thinking of having it tattooed to my shoulder under the united crest. :S :S :S
      1. genuine poll: does karma exist? now that Europa is the only way to go will I be punished for having laughed at Liverpool’s fate last season for months? tell me mutuals??? tell me there is hope???
  8. [BONUS ROUND - choose one of the tree]
    1. marouane fellaini you are my lord and my savior and I am sorry for every mean word I ever said about you
    2. this. this is exactly what you get for having any trust in this team BUT ESP THE TREE
    3. he…gave away two penalties…in three minutes…this man…proves me wrong every time I think he can’t surprise me anymore…kill me now…

Guys this is such a quintessentially Chelsea performance. We can be under a hell of lot of pressure in a game and looking like we’re going to concede and then we kill them on the break 🙏💙

In today’s edition of “being tagged to do things by @sludgebeard ” I have been summoned to post ten songs from my shuffle so here you go:

1. Queens of the Stone Age: “The Vampyre of Time and Memory” bigggg friggin mood btw…
2. Baroness: “Rays On Pinion.”
3. Blood Ceremony: “Lord Summerisle”
4. Chelsea Wolfe: “Virginia Woolf Underwater”
5. King Woman: “Hierophant”
6. Bauhaus: “Terror Couple Kill Colonel”
7. Siouxsie and the Banshees: “Cascade”
8. Sleep: “The Suffering”
9. Black Sabbath: “Solitude”
10. Swans: “Please Remember Me”

I don’t really feel like tagging anyone so I’ll just tag @iqwrestler and @bronanthegnarbarian since I never tag them in anything.

Pain- an Alec Volturi / Jane Volturi imagine

Could you do an imagine where Jane is jealous and mean towards Alec’s human mate?

Jane’s POV::
I never had much, but I always had my brother. My brother and I were inseparable until she came along. We used to hunt together, torture the people who disrespected us. But now he’s spending all his time with a human. A worthless piece of meat.

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Demure Dalliance pt. 2 (V, Angst)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3  // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6  // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10

I’M HERE FOR PT 2 GOOD SHIT. I’m not really sure how much this’ll be updated regularly b/c I still have to finish grim reaper but for now have this chapter bye!!!! @hyongtae @jinhyong @unpretty-writer @infireation @nojams-scenarios 

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“Autopsy says he was stabbed 5 times?” Taehyung spoke. Seokjin nodded, placing the envelope down onto his desk in front of him. Taehyung fingered it gently, running his fingers through his hair.

“Take a look at it, all the information is there. He was stabbed in the liver 3 times, the large intestine and stomach once. After that he’d had all of his major artery’s slit. Do you see the Chelsea grin cut into the sides of his cheeks? I don’t know why those are there.”

“Sick fucker…Poor guy. I’ll find out why the Chelsea grin is there.” Taehyung stood up abruptly, rolling up his sleeves.

“You’re telling me.” Seokjin hummed, crossing his arms. “I’ve seen a few fucked up bodies in my time, but he…whoever killed him needs to be caught.”

Taehyung looked up at the older man from under his lashes, a sigh slipping from his lips. “I’m working on it, hyung.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin agreed. “Work a little harder, then. Good luck.”

Turning, Seokjin raised his hand in the air, gently waving it as he walked off. Taehyung watched him go to the door, leaving with a quiet click as it swung shut. Taehyung leaned over the desk, dreading opening the envelope. From what Seokjin had told him, it was completely plausible that this could turn into a serial murder case. Yet, from experience in the past that wasn’t it at all. It had already been a day and there were no reports of another murder anywhere similar to the state this body was left in. The gears were turning in Taehyung’s head, but everything he concluded only seemed to cloud further answers.

He opened the large, tanned envelope and inspected the contents inside. Time of death reported was 7:32 AM. Expected time of death of the body was between 4:09 to 6:12 AM. Nothing was reported missing in the home and reports accounted that a man had seen going inside the apartment by eye witnesses. You had an alibi that cleared your name, and Taehyung had no choice but to believe everything you said. Clearly a female, he dismissed you having anything to do with this case.

The only question was, who had killed your father? Taehyung had to go question the man you had tipped him off to. Namjoon. He’d done some digging and he did have a criminal record. It was small, petty thievery and a few fights but not much else. Your father had a clear record and nothing bad about him. He worked as a member in the board of directors of Lotte Hotel and was a loved and respected man.

Why would someone like him be murdered by a bellhop?

It was peculiar, a simple bellhop at the age of 29, befriending a man over the age of 54. They were entirely different ranks in the hotel, and that made Taehyung think harder. Taehyung stood again, fixing the tie around his neck and brushing his sleeves down his arm. He snatched the well worn beige jacket from its resting spot along the empty coat rack in the corner of the room. Sliding it up his arms, he reached back over his desk and picked up his notepad and pen, along with his phone.

He opened the door to his office, flicking off the light and locking it shut. Never hurts to be safe in an office full of nosy men, especially Jimin lurking from his cubicle to stare at him. Taehyung could never miss the flaming hair atop his head, peaking just enough so his fingertips could be seen.

“Evening, Jimin.” Taehyung sighed, stalking past the cubicle. Taehyung placed his hand inside the cubicle, slapping the top of Jimin’s head before walking off.

“How come Jin hyung is doing house calls for you?” Jimin called after him. Taehyung merely turned his head, smiling and waving. Jimin raised his lips over his teeth, evidently irritated at his response.

“I have my ways, now don’t get in my way.” Taehyung shot back, turning around. He reached for his phone, but put his phone away when a voice called out out him.

“Flower boy!” A voice barked from behind him, stopping Taehyung’s stride mid step. No… He thought he’d evaded the prying words of Yoongi. All day he’d worked perfectly fine, without being interrupted, but he supposed it was inevitable. Yoongi was his boss, and Taehyung was getting impatient waiting for him to intrude on his case. He’d rather get it over with than wait until the very end to explain everything, anyway.

Turning, Taehyung gave a tight lipped smile. Jimin still watched from his cubicle, a smug grin upon his lips from where he stood. He tightened the black tie around his throat, and it gave Taehyung the awful urge to tell the shorter man to go take a long walk off a short pier.

“Come talk to me.”

Fucking amazing.

“Boss? I’m in the middle of a case-”

“You already have a suspect, don’t you? Hurry up, get in my office or I’ll bring you myself.”

Trying his hardest not to roll his eyes at the utter prominence slicing Taehyung’s professionalism, he listened to Yoongi and took long steps into his office. Slamming the door shut, Yoongi, cracked his knuckles as he made his way toward his desk.

“What’s going on with the case? You let that girl go? What evidence do you have to do this?”

Light was streaming through the shuttered windows in his office, making up the entire exterior of his office. He had the best office in the whole place, it made Taehyung a little jealous.

Not this shit again…Taehyung didn’t even take time to sit down, he merely hovered close to his boss’ desk with his hands shoved deeply into his pockets. “Eye witness reports that it was a man going in and out of the house around the time he had been murdered. (Y/N) found the body hours later and her friend confirmed they were there together all night.”

“Can you really trust her friend? Were they having a little slumber party? What if (Y/N)’s friend fell asleep?”

“It was a man that killed him! Last time I checked, (Y/N) has a pair of tits and a vagina. It’s against regulations to check what’s between her legs if you don’t remember.” Taehyung replied curtly, leaning over the desk with both hands on the edge.

Yoongi slapped his own hand down on his desk, shaking everything on it. “You better know what the fuck you’re doing, pal. If we put the wrong asshole behind bars, you’re in trouble.”

“I’m not wrong and I’ll prove it.” Taehyung deducted simply, reaching for the doorknob and storming out. Yoongi’s footsteps followed him, but Taehyung was too quick and easily stormed out of the station without another word being said to him.

Dialing Hoseok’s number, Taehyung pressed the phone to his ear and waited. Much to his annoyance, the phone rang 3 times before his voice mail picked up. Great, Taehyung would have to drive himself. Dialing Jungkook’s number, the man picked up mid first ring.

“What do you want?”

“Come with me to question a suspect to the murder case. I need someone to come with me in case I die.”

Taehyung was answered a small fair enough, before having the phone hung up on him. Waiting on the side of the rode as if he were hailing a taxi, Jungkook’s undercover police patrol car rolled to a stop in front of him, the soft purr of the engine rumbling against the cracked cement. Upon opening the passenger side door, Taehyung got in with him and they were off to Lotte Hotel for questioning, and perhaps even arresting on suspicion of murder.

“Don’t you think this Kim Namjoon would be off out of the country by now? He could probably be half way to California by now.” Jungkook strained his eyes out the windshield slowing the car to a mere crawl as he searched around.

“Depends on the person.” Taehyung sighed, leaning his head back against the seat. He was already exhausted and the case had just barely begun. “Not unless he want’s to be completely found out. This guy might have a clear alibi, who knows. He was probably hoping that (Y/N) got charged for murder but honestly, I have no idea.”

“Did the famous detective Kim Taehyung just say he had no idea?” Jungkook gasped, looking over with a shocked expression. Taehyung held up a fist at him, but forgot exactly why when his eyes laid on his prey.

There was their man

He was holding open the door for a couple, smiling the best he can. He had no evident bruises on his face, but everything else was covered from the tacky bellhop suit on his body.

“Stop the car, stay in here unless I give you a signal.” Taehyung ordered in a low voice, as if Namjoon could hear 2 meters away. Jungkook parked across the street, stopping the car as Taehyung climbed out. He turned on his phone, readying the picture of the man he had ‘befriended’ just weeks before. It was the most recent picture you could give to him, and it had been taken 6 months ago.

“Kim Namjoon,” Taehyung’s voice raved aloud, catching the attention of Namjoon. Wind gently swept Taehyung’s bangs across his face, but he felt refreshed by the cool air hitting his cheek.

“That’s me?” Namjoon seemed slightly put off by Taehyung, which wasn’t unusual. Taehyung stopped a few steps away from the man, who stuck his hands on his pockets. He reached into his pocket, freeing the badge from his wallet to show him just who he was.

“Detective Kim Taehyung. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Why would a detective want to talk to a bellhop?” Namjoon snorted, sounding slightly amused, yet still looked around the seemingly empty streets. Suspicious, but Taehyung just shrugged and reached for his notepad.

“Should we talk back at the station?”

“No.” Namjoon said quickly with a shake of his head. Giving a bemused expression, Taehyung readied the pen his hand. “What’s this about?”

“Suspicion of murder. Where were you on the night of December 21, 2015 between 4:09 to 6:12 AM?”

“What did you just say to me? Suspicion of murder? What the fuck? I didn’t kill anyone!”

Taehyung stiffened at the blatant aggression, and he turned his head toward the car Jungkook sat in. The door opened, but Taehyung only meant to use him as a precautionary. He expected aggression, but if Namjoon was truly going to use any sort of violence that in itself would be a sentence he couldn’t ignore.

“Just answer the question, buddy. I don’t want to do this the hard way.”

“Hard way? I didn’t kill anyone!” He snapped, pulling his hands from his pockets. Taehyung involuntarily brushed aside his jacket, revealing his gun to grab for it. Namjoon stepped back, hands shooting into the air.

“Answer the question, Namjoon!” Taehyung barked back, hand firmly on the butt of the gun.

“I don’t know, sleeping?” He was shouting, and Jungkook appeared from thin air.

“Why don’t you come in for questioning, Mr. Kim?” Jungkook reasoned, a light smile splaying across his lips. Namjoon shook his head, turning around.

“No way in hell am I coming in for questioning when I didn’t kill anyone. Go find a new-” Jungkook pushed his chest against the wall, wrestling to get Namjoon’s hands behind his back. Namjoon was groaning in pain, and a small crowd had begun to accumulate. Taehyung’s head stung with a headache, and he wasn’t willing to deal with people.

“Come on people, move on!” He called out to them, swinging his arm through the air, a few of the passerby’s flinching at the cold tone in his voice.

By the time the crowd broke up, Jungkook had successfully cuffed Namjoon and was hauling him toward the car. Taehyung placed his notepad back into his pockets, angrily fluffing his messy hair. Just as he was about to cross the street, something caught his attention.

“Hold on, hold on!” A voice shouted, making Taehyung turn his head. A man in a suit, balding and red in the face was attempting to run toward him. His build was short and stout, a graying mustache covering his top lip like a rat.

“Yes?” Taehyung attempted his nicest tone, not wanting to offend him. The Rolex watch on his wrist told him he was rich, and rich meant nosy.

“That’s my employee you’re taking away in cuffs! How dare you make a scene outside my hotel?”

“That employee we’re taking away in cuff’s is a suspect for murder, and him resisting to come in for questioning has us not only speculating anymore. Anything else, Sir? I thought not.” He tipped his head, turning and hurrying off toward Jungkook.

The sun was just beginning to hang over the horizon, bursts of fire orange and lavender delicately playing across the sky in a parade. Taehyung always loved the evening, the evening meant he would be able to go home soon, to finally put hot, steaming food in his empty guts and sit back to whatever television station he was in the mood for.

Yet, here he was, going in for questioning 20 minutes before he got off work. Taehyung was in for yet another long night.

He had no time for dating, or meeting with friends. Constantly busy on his cases, Taehyung wanted nothing more than to rid the world of filth and put them all behind bars.

And here he was, with one of those filth on the other side of the table. He’d been there for 5 hours, longer than with you, yet to no avail as of yet. Another tough cookie, and Taehyung was beyond simply cracking him. He wanted to utterly devour him with no crumbs left over to salvage.

Taehyung scratched the end of his pen along his temple, before letting it drop to the table with a small thud.

“You’re really just going to sit there like we’re having a tea party?”

“I said I won’t talk until I have a lawyer.” Namjoon snapped back childishly, crossing his arms. Taehyung laughed belatedly, leaning back into his chair.

“Look, man, I hate to break it to you but the best you’re getting is a criminal defense attorney.”

“Get me a criminal defense attorney then!” Namjoon stood angrily.

“Why would you want one if you’re not guilty?” Taehyung remained calm, gently scratching his finger along the page of his notepad.

“Because nobody is going to believe me!”

“How about you sit down and tell me, and we’ll see, alright? Look, Namjoon, I’m just trying to find the man who killed your friend. He was a father, you know? He had a good job, a good life. His daughter is real pretty, too.”

Namjoon laid his head on the table, a soft sob escaping from his throat. He was cracking, Taehyung was going a good job. Finally.

“His wife died before him, in a car crash. That mean’s his daughter is all alone with no siblings, now. Sad, huh? How about we take a few deep breaths and just talk. I’ll listen to everything you want to say, no questions.”

“Just let me go…” He whimpered, picking up his head. Namjoon had tears staining his cheeks. “I’ve never done anything except steal and fight. I would never kill anyone. I still have to pay for my sister’s tuition. How will she go to school if I’m in jail?”

“Namjoon,” Taehyung sighed sadly. He reached across the table to pat the mans interlocked hands. The cuffs were chafing against his skin, leaving deep red marks on his wrists. Taehyung’s blood was boiling, heart beating in his throat. Namjoon was broken. All Taehyung had to do was slip right through the cracks. “Crying may get you out of a few fights in high school, but it won’t get you off murder chargers. You better talk before my patience wears out, buddy. I’m the nicest asshole in this place.”

Last Chapter // Next Chapter

askthehumans789  asked:

What happened?


*That’s enough.*

Chelsea: I-….Why am I shaking?
What..? Quit staring at me, what!?


Aaron: Perhaps it’s for the best…

WaddleDee: She’ll remember eventually.

Keep Holding On:Abandonment

This is the third part of a series which is written for @sdavid09​ TaleTeller’s Winter Writing Days Challenge. I had to have a winter theme and set it in a Mechanic AU with the song Keep Holding On-Avril Lavigne. 

Characters: Y/n, Dean, OC Chelsea, Mary, John, Sam, Jess

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Fluffiness, wedding planning, happiness, stressed reader, angst, abandoned reader?? 

Word Count: 2503

Summary: Y/n and Dean plan their wedding, running into a few problems along the way. But will everything go according to plan on the actual day, or will Y/n give up on all Winchester men?

A/N: Part three of this series. It’s a lot of angst and drama basically. The song Keep Holding On will be a theme all throughout the series, so u know, hold on and stay strong through the problems and stuff. That kind of thing. Hope u liked it. 

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53@supernatural-jackles @d-s-winchester @malachai-winchester@teamfreewill-imagine@deanscherrypie@helvonasche @kaitlynnlovegood@notnaturalanahi@kittenofdoomage@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam @nerdflash @miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203 @greek-geek481 @chelsea072498@tttiiigggeeerrrsss @deals-with-demons @plaidstiel-wormstache @impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56 @winchester-gospels-67


Keep Holding On Masterlist

“Come on Dean, what the hell is the problem?”

“The problem is, he’s my brother. How the hell am I meant to let him sit at the back when he’s meant to be sat at the family table? Mom won’t get off my back about it!”

Y/n groaned. They’d been arguing for almost half an hour, Dean wasn’t about to back down and neither was y/n.

“A brother who abandoned your family, cut off contact for almost five years and then came back. Oh, and the dick cheated on me.”

Dean took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“Why do you keep bringing that up? Yea, he cheated. He shouldn’t have done it. But you’re with me now! What the hell does it matter?”

“It matters because I still can’t stand him. Or her. Just because I’ve moved on, doesn’t mean I’m gonna be all ‘buddy buddy’ with them”.

Dean looked down, not sure whether he should say the next words that were in his head, but he couldn’t hold them back.

“Do you still love him?”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open but no words coming out, unsure of how to respond to this.

“Well, do you?” Dean yelled, now angry that y/n wasn’t answering him.

“How the fuck could you ask me that? Haven’t I given almost two years to you? Haven’t I shown you more than enough times I love you? I stick by you through everything. When you got fired, when your new boss just speaks down to you. When you’re stressed, I’m the one who takes care of you. Wh-why the hell would you ask me that?”

Dean stared at y/n, knowing he never should’ve let those words out of his mouth.

Y/n loved him more than any of the girlfriends he had in the past. He knew he was the love of y/n’s life, yet he still questioned him.

The pain in y/n’s eyes as he left the room made his heart drop.

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Imagine Chelsea using her gift to help Jane and Alec save you.

Originally posted by vaice

Originally posted by me13in

Originally posted by 2-can-keep-secert-1-dead

Originally posted by natasharromanova

The twins were in panic whilst you kept silent. Aro was going to kill you and they couldn’t save you! Their bonds to Aro were too strong for them to even attempt to step in.They couldn’t even hide you because of Demetri!

Chelsea heard about this just like everyone else in the Volturi. You were going to die by Aros hand. Chelsea quite liked you. You done nothing to her. You also made the twins happy. All in all you did not deserve this. She had an idea. It was very risky, but it could be done. Chelsea then thought about Marcus. It was safe, he wouldn’t be interested in the ties.
He already knew them.
Chelsea went to the throne room just in time.
You were in the middle while Alec and Jane looked pained.
It was time.

Like tightening strings she pulled on your mating bond with Alec, it grew strong and stronger, she could see it on his face.

Then it was Jane. She pulled on your bond with Jane to a more sister like bond. This was when Jane had a more determined but trouble look on her face.

Next it was Alec and Aro, she loosened the bond slowly and did the same for Jane.

One more-.
Aro was about to approach when suddenly the twins were in front of you and pulling you away from him, shielding your entire body from his view. “Jane? Alec?”
“Please master, don’t do this to us.” Jane said.
Aro was stunned. This was Chelsea’s moment. She pulled on Aros bond to you. The more she pulled the more hesitant Aro looked. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut. “You’re… You’re not the person I thought you were.” You looked up to Aro. “I don’t think I can ever forgive you for this.”
You and the Twins were lying on your bed.
Aro let you live, for what ever reason he just dismissed you.
“I don’t get it. Why would he change his mind?”
“I’m too busy trying not to question it. If I do he might change his mind again.” Alec said.
You could hear Jane try to stifle her laughs. “And our dear Jane is back everybody.” You commented. “And she’s laughing at my heartache.”

There was a brief knock on the door. Your eyes widened. “I’m only opening that door if I get to guarantee my life.” You nudged the twins. “You do, it’s me Chelsea.” You sighed in relief. “Come on in Chelsea.”
“I have a bit of a confession to make.” All three of you eyed her. “Well surely you have questions about what transpired earlier today.”
“Many.” Chelsea chuckled. “Well, I may have meddled a little.”
“Meddled? Do tell!” You sat up eyes wide. The twins followed in suit. “Well I didn’t necessarily agree with your… execution and only I have the power to change it.”
The twins eyes widened.
“Wait so you-” Jane started.
“-altered our bonds?” Alec finished. Chelsea nodded.
“I loosened your tie to Aro and strengthened your bond to (Y/N) then I altered the tie Aro had for (Y/N), that’s why they said what they did. It was an overwhelming change and they felt a slight heartache caused by Aro whilst Aro wasn’t so sure he wanted your death.“
You jumped up to hug Chelsea.
“Thank you I…” You trailed off.
“I know.” Chelsea smiled.
“Why would you do that for me?
“To be honest? No human like you deserves that. Besides it felt good to use my gift for what I want. Not what he wants.”

Champion - Calum Chambers

“I just don’t understand why you can’t wear my jersey,” Calum huffed for the millionth time that morning, making Y/N shake her head, feeling worse than she already did.

They’d managed to keep their relationship a secret for over six months now, and they’d had a valid reason to do so. The critics would have a field day if they were to learn that a player was dating the FA Chairman’s only daughter and neither one of them wanted to bring that negative attention towards what they had.

He’d been captivated by her the moment she’d (quite literally) fallen into his arms at the League awards. She’d missed a step whilst on her way to her table and he’d been there to catch her. Both of them instantly falling for each other as they’d locked eyes, smiling giddily at each other and bashfully small-talking their way into each other’s hearts.

He’d been disappointed to learn that she was Greg Dyke’s youngest and only daughter, not only putting her way out of his league but also completely off limits. Yet he’d found himself unable to stay away as he’d kept running into her at galas, and had finally been bold enough to slip her his number.

That had been the start of it all.

He’d fallen for her harder and faster than he could’ve ever imagined. He didn’t know if it was her shy nature; the way her cheeks turned pink as she giggled at the smallest of compliments or the heart shaped birthmark on her collarbone, but he knew that this girl was everything he’d ever want. He was the happiest he could ever remember being and he was willing to protect that at whatever cost.

Their dates consisted of homemade and takeout dinners followed by movie nights and lazy Sundays spent tangled up in each other’s arms. Calum was thankful that she lived on her own or else the relationship would’ve been even harder to hide from her father, who had a strong dislike towards his daughter dating at all.

But at the moment he was annoyed that his girlfriend couldn’t sport his jersey as she came to the FA Cup final to watch him play, despite the rational part of him telling him exactly why she couldn’t.

“Cal, you know I’m going to be sitting with Daddy at the match. And I’m presenting the trophy to the winners - I can’t exactly do that whilst wearing your jersey!” She replied, a hint of exasperation in her tone. She wanted nothing more than to show her support for her boyfriend, but given her position in the football world she had to remain as neutral as possible in public.

Calum sighed dramatically, walking over to her and burying his face into her neck as he hugged her from behind.

“I know. I just want to covet you and be selfish for a moment,” he replied, making her chuckle and turn around to face him, taking his face in her hands.

“You’ve coveted my heart, isn’t that enough?” she asked him.

Calum shook his head.

“I’ll never have enough of you,” he murmured, before sealing a kiss to her lips.

~ * ~

Y/N sat in the bleachers amongst the sea of red, white and blue. Arsenal took Chelsea head-to-head in Wembley, London’s two champions battling it out on the pitch.

She wished she could say it was a clean game but it wasn’t. She was constantly on the edge of her seat, her lips pressed together to stop herself from yelling out loud. It wasn’t in her nature to be violent or loud, yet at the moment she wanted nothing more than to curse the players who had made a mission of trying to injure the Arsenal players. As much as she respected Oscar dos Santos, she was going to kill him for straight up pushing Calum over.

Her father sat beside her, amused at the tension on the pitch and completely oblivious to his daughter fuming on the inside as she kept a neutral expression on her face.

Half-time came and went, and the score was still 0-0 up until the 89th minute.

When Giroud swerved between Eden Hazard and Azpilicueta and Calum was there, a flick of his foot sending the ball straight between Courtois’ legs and right into the net.

She couldn’t help her face breaking into a grin, jumping to her feet and cheering with the Arsenal fans. Her face mirroring Calum’s as he ran towards Giroud, the other boys jumping onto them as they celebrated just as the referee blew the final whistle. Letting Wembley know that Arsenal had won their 12th FA Cup.


She could feel Calum’s piercing gaze on her as she walked towards the team stood in front of the press, the FA Cup trophy clutched in her hands. Their eyes locked and her face automatically broke into a smile, wanting nothing more than to run to her boyfriend, lock her arms around him and tell him how proud of him she was.

She kept up her persona though, gracefully walking up to him stood in the middle as the crowd erupted into a cheer around them.

“Congratulations,” she told him, holding out the trophy towards him.

Calum smirked, deliberately brushing his fingers over hers as he took it from her and leaning in to kiss her cheeks. Physically having to restrain himself to kiss his girl right there and then in front of everyone.

The team cheered in celebration, the boys shaking Y/N’s hand as she congratulated them all before she lined up in the midst of them for a photo. Her heart raced as she felt Calum slip his hand into hers, locking their fingers together and possessively bringing her into his side. Casually smiling as the cameras snapped away, the world completely oblivious about the two of them.

Trophy or no trophy, she was the real prize.