doodle that went out of hand

Drunk/Tired Lance College Headcanons

He’s pretty much that Drunk Girl™ post personified.

  • Found Allura crying because she missed her dad and home so he brought her a sweater and a kitten and threatened to beat up whoever made her cry.
  • Interrupted a conversation some girls were having and apologized profusely about it but he just had to say how bomb her highlight looked
  • Was worried Hunk wasn’t eating well due to exams and finals so at 3 am he cooked him a three course meal and made his favorite homemade snack just like Hunk’s mom used to make them (Hunk is pretty much wtf since Lance only seems to know how to make simple stuff and even burned water once)
  • Shiro found him swaddled and buried in blankets or pillows while he was tired but still trying to stay awake and tried to give him that Disappointed Dad Look™ but he just glared at him saying “I’ve seen better disappointed looks from my dog, try again.”
  • Lance usually overthinks things but oddly enough if he’s drunk or tired enough everything is super simple?
    • Pidge: What the hell is wrong with this code???? I’ve re-calibrated it like six times and it still won’t verify anything?!?!!?
    • Lance looking over at it upside down from where he’s laying on the couch all awkward like and what should be physically impossible: Move that 6 and letter A on line 4 to line 5 and move that dash to the right about 3 spaces.
    • Pidge:
    • Pidge:
    • Pidge: What the fuck 
  • There was one time a professor tried to call Lance out…one time
    • Professor: Lance since you’re so obviously engaged in this discussion and no one else can seem to find the answer can you explain this theory for us?
    • Lance having stayed up till 4am when it’s now 7 o’clock: I could if this was even the chapter you had assigned to us to look at and said we would be discussing today, but I mean you’re either going to say well done and try to make it seem like you were testing us when in reality you had no damn idea and was gonna continue teaching like you knew what the fuck you were talking about or you’re going to try to make me look dumb with your pirate looking ass but by all means do what you do.
    • He promptly passed the fuck out right after.
    • The professor stopped calling on him after that.
  • If Lance is tired enough he literally gives no fucks…at all. He’s trying to go home back to sleep, not deal with anyone’s bullshit today.
    • Lance holding Keith by the collar: Keith no, you can’t fight him today, I’m tired and I want to go home and sleep. why are you trying to fight him anyway.
    • Keith: He was talking shit about my mom
    • Lance rolling his sleeves up: You stay the fuck here I’m kicking his greasy ass myself.
    • They had to get Shiro to pick them both up.
    • Lance and Keith: DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!!!
    • Shiro: What the hell did you two do? And Lance why is your lip busted?
    • Lance: The other guy’s going to need an ambulance okay I’m fine, just drive the fuck away now! I think dude’s girlfriend called the cops.
    • Shiro: What the fucking-
    • Shiro tries to be mad but those two are in the backseat asleep and cuddling so he thinks he can let this slide just once.
    • He doesn’t wake them up when he gets in the driveway so like the shit brother he is he leaves them in the car.
    • He waits until it’s 12 at night before setting off the car alarm.
  • Lance just compliments anyone and everyone when he’s super tired.
    • He’ll say how nice and what a good friend Hunk is.
    • Makes Pidge a flower crown like he does for his nieces and nephews
      • Pidge: Where the fuck did you get the flowers? The campus is literally fake grass and the park is at least 10 miles away. You haven’t even left the dorm what the fuck?
      • Lance: Shhhh hush, now you’re the prettiest girl in town with a flower crown
      • Pidge: What was I before?
      • Lance: Prettiest girl in town duh
    • Does the most badass and elegant braids and styles for Allura’s hair but most of the time he’s not even conscious for it and when she shows up with her hair done up he asks her who she went to and she says him and he just sits there having an epiphany for a solid ten minutes every time looking at his hands like they’ve saved lives.
    • He told Coran he was the best uncle ever and the man has not stopped crying about it. Had the quote printed and framed, it’s hung up on the wall for everyone to see.
    • Shiro was asleep so he just got tape, put strips of it on his prosthetic arm (Don’t write on someone’s arm permanently that’s rude) and used the strips to write out small compliments and doodle nice things like flowers and kittens. Shiro wants to be made about but like…it’s not even permanent and he keeps finding a new doodle every few minutes like a easter egg hunt so it keeps him entertained.
    • Saw Keith was sad one time, went out at 11 at night to an old family friend that lived out near where he was, came back with kittens he newly adopted from family friend and just dumped about 3 kittens on Keith.
      • Keith: Lance what the fuck
      • Lance: Pretty people shouldn’t be sad and you’re like the prettiest so that’s pretty much against the federal law??? And kittens are like happiness personified. Keep them, I can’t take them back.
      • He passed the fuck out right after that too.
      • Keith with kittens in his lap: What the fuck
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When Peter kissed Liz during homecoming last year, you felt your heart break into a million pieces.

Your best friend, the boy that you’ve been in love with since the moment you laid eyes on him was taken from you, his heart cruelly ripped away from your grasps.

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More Than Friends - Request

Requested by @my-unique-mind:  Fred imagine where the reader is transferring from the American school, becomes a ravenclaw(same age as Fred) She has a class with Fred and during a test she helps him by giving him a couple of answers even though they don’t know each other. After class Fred says thanks, turns into friendship but both like each other. Ends with them finally kissing, maybe smut if you write that.

Word count: 2,793 (+51 from the extended ending) (+1,260 from the smut - which is a lot)

Characters: Fred x reader, Professor McGonagall, George, Dean Thomas, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Percy, Molly and Arthur.

Warnings: Smut at the end, but you can totally skip it (I suck at this).

A/N: Freddie my love (this is not a Grease!Live reference), I liked this one quite a lot. I’m very sorry for my awful smut writing but hey, practice makes perfect! I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Originally posted by willi-weasley

Being a transferred student at a magic school wasn’t half as awesome as being a transferred student in no-maj schools. The kids at Hogwarts would not only laugh at the way she pronounced the spells, but would always correct her from “no-maj” to “Muggles”. They would complain constantly about why Americans don’t speak English correctly, and of course they would laugh at how Ilvermorny copied the house system.

“Of course it’s not half as good as the one here,” they would say, “they aren’t even sure what house represents what. They’re definitions are so badly structured.”

Less to say, the food at Hogwarts was extremely different; and it was horrible not to have the Puckwudgies there to have a chat or at least to have company. The elves at Hogwarts would mostly stay hidden the whole day, and if one of them was out they wouldn’t talk to the students.

Another thing that bothered her was the fact that Hogwarts was full of ghosts. Ilvermorny hadn’t got a single ghost, poltergeist, or similar. Peeves would pull her hair, the house ghost would float through her, and it just wasn’t pleasing.

She hated Hogwarts.

Of course she hadn’t made many friends. After being sorted in Ravenclaw, she found a few of her roommates as not-so bad. They would help each other out to open the common room’s door, do some homework, etc. but that was about it. Ravenclaws were… Strange.

It wasn’t strange to find someone pressing their forehead against the wall, trying to create a telepathic connection to the castle; or people wearing bizarre clothing and saying all kinds of senseless stuff. And even when that was funny, even interesting, at times, (Y/N) just couldn’t relate completely.

She missed her home, she missed her friends, she missed her old school, and she missed everything.

(Y/N), who was really smart, dedicated her alone time to study, which made her become one of the best students in each and every single one of her classes. So when the first exams came, she was not even a bit nervous.

“Psst…. Pssst…” Someone started. Professor McGonagall gave said student a stern glance.

The exam was long, and there were some easy questions and some other that, everyone except (Y/N), felt like ripping their eyes off with the wands rather than figuring them out. One of those was Fred Weasley, who continued to try and call (Y/N)’s attention once Professor McGonagall left the room to get some extra papyrus.

“Psst… Hey, Ilvermorny…” Ilvermorny was her nickname. Some asshole Slytherin had named her like that and ever since they all called her that instead of asking for her name.

“I have a name.” She hissed, looking back at Fred.

“What’s your name, then?” Fred asked with his usual joking smile.

“(Y/N)!” She replied and turned his back again to Fred.

“(Y/N)… Psst… Psst…” He continued.

“What?” She hissed angrily, looking back again.

“I just need help with the last two… Page three… Please.” In spite of begging, Fred didn’t lose the smile. (Y/N) knew that he wouldn’t stop bothering if she didn’t help, and McGonagall was out so she sighed and agreed.

She finished her exam soon after. She got up and handed it to McGonagall, who gave her a warm smile before taking it. (Y/N) smiled back and went back to her place, only to grab her stuff and leave.

As she walked past him, Fred managed to grab her arm, putting a ball of paper on her hand before letting go. (Y/N) didn’t even flinch, she just kept walking and it wasn’t until she was quite far from the classroom that she checked what the paper ball was.

There was a strange doodle on it. As soon as (Y/N) un-balled the paper, it started moving. “Thanks for the help.” it read, “Courtyard, after lunch?” (Y/N) smiled, noticing how his doodles represented her and Fred, hanging out. Literally, the doodles seemed to be laughing… Or convulsing, maybe. His drawing skills weren’t really the best when he was doing an important exam.

(Y/N) wanted to be chill, but she couldn’t. It’s not like everyone had been awful to her, but not even her friends had even wondered what her name was. So Fred, asking her and calling her by her real name and not the stupid Ilvermorny nickname, and then asking her to hang out was kind of like a dream.

She waited patiently – not so much – for the lunch time to come. She tried to be chill, but she just couldn’t help but to let her eyes wander to the Gryffindor’s table, where she met with Fred staring at her, and smiling.

After she finished her lunch, she forced herself not to run out of the Great Hall, but rather speed-walking as elegantly as possible. Fred, who was just waiting for her to get up, didn’t lose time and caught up with her in no time.

They just smiled to each other and walked in silence to the Courtyard. They sat at one of the stone benches. The silence that followed was a bit uncomfortable, but it didn’t last long, fortunately.

“So, Ilvermorny, huh?” Fred said, “I heard it’s half the size of Hogwarts.”

“It is smaller, but only because Hogwarts is a castle and Ilvermorny started off as a house.” She explained, tired of answering the same questions. Although, Fred’s voice tone wasn’t mocking like the others, so she was not quite as upset as usual.

“Right… So do you like it here?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I miss home, but the view at the common room is amazing.” Fred laughed.

“I once snuck into Ravenclaw’s common room… Don’t ask.” He said after the girl furrowed her eyebrows, “It was late at night and the view was almost the same as the one at the Astronomy Tower.”

For half an hour, Fred and (Y/N) shared all kinds of stories and funny anecdotes. (Y/N) finally understood what everyone said about the Weasley Twins – Everyone loved them, and if they didn’t love them it was probably because they had no sense of humour at all.

Soon, an exact replica of Fred and another boy walked towards them.

“Hey, Freddie.” The twin cheered.

“Georgie.” Fred chuckled, “Dean.”

“Fred.” Dean nodded his way.

“We didn’t know you got a new friend.” George said, sitting next to (Y/N) with a flirty look. “George Weasley.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it, “What name should I put to your beautiful face?”

“(Y/N).” She giggled.

“Lovely.” George giggled as well. Fred rolled his eyes and got her attention again.

“That is my twin, George… Although you already know that.” The twins shared a glance, “And this one is Dean Thomas, the master mind behind half of our pranks.”

“Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” Dean smiled at her.

“Aren’t you the transferred student?” George asked.

“Oh yeah, Ilvermorny.” Dean snapped his fingers and nodded as the realization sunk on him.

“Ilvermorny is a stupid nickname.” George furrowed.

“Of course it’s stupid, a Slytherin was involved!” Fred replied.

“We won’t call you that.” George promised.

And so (Y/N) befriended the twins and the master mind. They became so close in so little time that, after two months, they included her on a prank they pulled on some last year Slytherins. Of course, when the teachers caught them, they denied her having anything to do.

Fred and (Y/N) developed a rather more profound bond. They became literal best friends, sharing everything and anything – except their massive crush for one and other.

Fred would sneak her into the Gryffindor’s common room – not that it bothered anyone, Gryffindor’s were usually nice to her since she befriended the Weasleys. She would go to The Burrow on holidays and stay up all night, by the fire place, sharing jokes with him. They would skip class together, have breakfast together (whenever it was possible), study together, spend their free time with the other, etc. They were inseparable.

Everyone was aware of their feelings for each other, and even some people thought they were dating; but teens are dumb and (Y/N) and Fred were scared to death to confess their crush. Therefore, after a while, George and Dean decided to make the first move.

(Y/N) was going to spend the last weeks of summer at The Burrow, along with Dean, Harry and Hermione. If that house looked full every Christmas when every Weasley was there, that summer was even worse.

(Y/N) slept at Charlie’s old room, Dean at Bill’s, Harry with Ron and Hermione with Ginny; and even so, it seemed like the house was full.

Molly loved (Y/N), and Arthur loved her even better because they shared their admiration for muggle’s stuff. Also, the Weasleys were never mean to her or said anything about her accent – which was slowly fading, becoming a mixture between British and American accent. By the end of the summer, Mr. Weasley ended up saying no-maj instead of muggle, which was hilarious to hear.

Every night, Fred would sneak inside Charlie’s room, only to find (Y/N) waiting for him. They would talk about everything, and Fred would show her all kinds of weird stuff - from products he and George had created for their store, to things that he created all by himself just for fun. (Y/N) on the other hand, would tell him about the books she had read, or really any kind of weird thought that had crossed her mind along the day. They found each other fascinating.

The night before Dean and George pulled their magnificent move – to which Hermione and Ginny referred to as lame – Fred and (Y/N) had an especially long night. They fell asleep mid-sentence and they didn’t woke up until the next morning. After all those night pulling all-nighters, their bodies had begged them, and forced them, to get some decent sleep.

Fortunately, George noticed soon enough and dragged his brother out of Charlie’s room before Molly got up. She would have a heart attack if she saw Fred and (Y/N) sleeping together, even if it were as innocently as they had.

Fred barely got time to process what was going on. But the sight of recently-woken-up (Y/N) stuck to his mind for the rest of the day. Her messy hair and how she squinted her eyes with the light. Her raspy voice – saying his name and something along the lines of “oh no, we fell asleep, get out before your mother kills us” – and of course just her flawless-self just lying beside him.

Molly made the boys do all kinds of house chores, and then she made the girls help her out with the dinner. Therefore, Fred and (Y/N) barely got time to talk during the day, which only added up more nerves and awkwardness to the situation. If they had gotten time to wake up and talk, it wouldn’t have been worse than an “Oh, this is odd”, “You have hedgehog hair”, a few laughs and that’s it. But by pulling them apart, they encouraged their minds to overthink the situation.

By the time dinner came, they sat next to the other but barely said a word. Everyone – except Molly and Arthur – noticed which caused some giggles and a knowing smile from George to Dean.

Molly and Arthur went to be early, claiming that they would be out early in the morning. George and Dean also left by excusing with “we’re tired from being up all night creating some new products”, Ginny got the hint and left without saying anything other than good night; the golden trio said that Harry was having a headache and that he needed both Hermione and Ron to take care of him. Percy left using his “prefects don’t clean” excuse. That left Fred and (Y/N) in charge of picking up the table and washing the dishes.

(Y/N) went for the dishes as Fred cleaned up the table. They weren’t allowed to use magic outside the school, yet. So the tasks had to be hand-made.

Fred cleaned up very quickly and ended up joining (Y/N) with the dishes. She washed, he dried.

“So, how was your day?” Fred asked nonchalantly.

“Definitely not as tiring as yours.” She joked.

“Mom likes to have many boys around to the things dad can’t do anymore.” Fred explained.

Both of them knew that the conversation wouldn’t go any further if they didn’t talk about last night. And really, it had been a really innocent accident, so there was no reason to be ashamed or uncomfortable about it. Therefore, Fred cleared his throat and decided to speak.

“It was lucky that George got me out of your room on time,” He chuckled, “mom got up five minutes after and I swear I have never sweated as much as I did this morning.”

“I know!” She giggled, “I thought we were going to get killed or something.”

Little did they know that George and Dean had asked Harry for his Invisible cloak, and were hiding at the stairs, observing their every move. Of course the cloak was a bit small, so they had to be sitting in order to be completely covered.

“I didn’t even say good morning.” Fred spoke, “Good morning, by the way.”

“Morning.” She laughed.

“Someone needs a little push.” George whispered, pulling the wand a bit out of the cloak and doing just enough magic for it to work but not much that the Ministry would send a letter.

The foam from the soap suddenly became more, and it jumped covering her nose – kind of like a foam clown nose. Fred and (Y/N) furrowed, but instead of wondering who was responsible, they burst in laughter.

“You look like a clown.” Fred commented.

“I look like you then.” She joked.

Both of them laughed once more. Then, Fred grabbed an old but clean cloth and took the foam away himself, instead of letting her do it. Of course, this isn’t a romantic movie, so instead of suddenly making out like George wanted; they just blushed a little and proceeded to finish the dishes.

Dean and George decided to go for plan B, which would probably end up in Fred hating his twin for the rest of his life but it was worth the try.

Dean called Fred to check something out while (Y/N) returned to her room. George put on Fred’s pyjamas and, after taking around twenty long breaths, he knocked on her door. She was so tired she would barely know the difference.

“Fred… What…?”

“I love you.” George spoke as his cheeks turned bright red, “I have loved you for a long while but I’m too much of a wimp and was too afraid to tell you.”

“I…” Her cheeks were bright red, and her (Y/E/C) eyes were opened widely. Her jaw dropped, and her breathing turned faster.

“Don’t say anything. Good night.” And with that, George ran back to their room, changing quickly onto his own clothes.

Dean and Fred went back to their room soon after. George was still super red, which caused Fred to get suspicious. Then, he noticed his pyjamas all scrambled around the floor.

“What did you do?” Fred asked. Of course, twins have a connection – and wizard twins have an ever stronger one, so Fred was almost certain of what George had done, but he wasn’t willing to believe it.

“Don’t hate me.” George begged, giving a step back.

“She’s my best friend, George!” Fred hissed, “What if she doesn’t talk to me ever again?”

“I don’t think…” Fred groaned, not letting his brother finish his sentence. He stormed out of their room, straight to Charlie’s.

He knocked the door the same way he would knock it when he wanted to sneak in. (Y/N) opened; her cheeks were still red.

“I…” Fred couldn’t finish his sentence. (Y/N) slammed her lips on Fred’s, who stiffened in shock for a second before melting into her arms.

(Y/N) pulled him into the room, and Fred shut the door behind him. Dean and George high fived, calling the attention of every other teen in the house.

Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione and even Percy got out of their rooms. They peeked from the staircase to where Charlie’s room was.

“Did it work?” Ginny asked excitedly.

“It worked.” George smiled up to his sister.

“Does he hate you?” Harry asked with half concern and half excitement.

“I don’t think Fred will hate anyone after tonight.” Percy informed from his side of the stairs. In spite of being the usual cocky-Percy, he seemed to be happy for his brother.

“Next stop, Ron and Hermione!” George cheered, high-fiving Dean again.

“What?!” Ron and Hermione asked in unison.

“Nothing, go back to bed kids.” George laughed, “Let Freddie have some fun.”

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*Entended ending* (Which is ambienced the morning after)

“What do you mean you just started dating?” Molly asked as she served breakfast the morning after.

“Well, that.” Fred answered, “(Y/N) and I just started dating last night.”

“I thought she was your girlfriend ever since you first wrote about her in one of your letters.” Molly shrugged her shoulders.



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Sirius Black and Lily Evans

After Lily warms up to Sirius, these were some common sights…

  • Sirius Black and Lily Evans, sitting in the common room by the fire, braiding each others hair.
  • Lily testing a new shade of nail polish on Sirius, slapping his hand away every time he went to touch his nail before it had dried
  • Lily and Sirius both talking about the cute people that walked past them while they did their homework(re: Lily did her work, Sirius doodled)
  • Sirius and Lily exchanging crop tops and baggy sweaters because “Oh my god Sirius this sweater would work great with your hair”
  • Sirius helping James with his new attempt to ask out Lily, only to listen to her rave on and on for hours about how “dreadful that James Potter was”, wondering when exactly she would admit she liked him
  • Sirius and Lily making sure Remus had his work done, and always offering him blankets and water and chocolate
  • Lily practically having to slap Sirius in the face to tell him “Yes you idiot Remus likes you ask him out” because Sirius couldn’t believe anyone would actually really like him romantically past his looks
  • Sirius and Lily being best friends forever(although forever was a little shorter for one)

Title: Pain of Parting
Character: Jonathan Byers
A/n: I loved jonathan so much during the first season, his character was really interesting so I decided to write somethin’ for him. I guess we could call this angst so there’s your warning if that’s not your jam.

“Do you have to go?” Jonathan asked as he sat cross-legged on your bed, chin in his hands as he watched you move clothes from your closet to a large suitcases that laid open at the foot of your mattress.

“You know I have to,” You told him as you met his gaze with a smile. “My family always insists that we go up to the lakehouse every odd summer. We haven’t been up there in over three years. So yes, I do.”

Jonathan got quiet, his hands were busy pulling at loose peices of string that had been caught on one of your blankets.

You looked up from your folding and noticed the sad expression on his face. You’d known him for a handful of years, and you knew he wasn’t very much of a people person. Apart from you, he didn’t have many close friends.

You set aside your clothes and sat down beside him. “You shouldn’t be sad, I’m only going to be gone until August,” You told him, reaching up and running your hands through his hair. “You can phone me whenever you’d like, and I’ll write to you. Two months and I’ll be right back

Jonathan moved his head to your shoulder, his eyes closing whenever you continued to play with his hair. “Really?”

You looked down at him. “Have I ever let you down before?”

•~•

Jonathan stopped over by your house the day you were supposed to leave, he wanted a chance to say goodbye.

You were already out in the drive away, helping your dad figure out a way to put all the suitcases into the trunk of the car.

“Here, I’m gonna get a few more things from the house. Maybe your mother will be better at this.” Your dad said, giving you a small tap on the nose before jogging inside.

You brushed off your hands on your overalls before you looked over and saw Jonathan awkwardly standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.

“Jonathan!” You called, waving him over. “Come to say bye?”

Jonathan nodded, shifting his weight back and forth as he tried to think of what to say. “I already said it, but I’m gonna miss you.”

You smiled at him. “Don’t be like that, when I come back you talk my ear off about all the stuff you did and we’ll still have all of August to hang out.”

Jonathan met your gaze and he reached out to pull you into a hug.

You laughed and returned his embrace, pulling away as you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” You told him, taking a step back towards your car.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you.” He told you with a wave.

You waved back before turning on your heel.

You walked about five paces before Jonathan called you back.

You went to turn around but Jonathan was already there, and before you could even process anything he bent down and gave you a quick kiss.

“Bye.” Jonathan said once he pulled away and quickly made a run for it down the street while you watched him with wide eyes.

•~•

“Jonathan!” Joyce called as she entered the house, her hands busy shuffling through the mail she collected. “You have something from (Y/n)!”

Jonathan came quickly out of his room, only coming to a halt whenever he was in front of his mother. “Yes?”

Joyce looked up at her son and smiled, she handed him a letter and a cardboard box. “These are for you.”

Jonathan took them and a bright smile showed up on his face as he looked down at them. “Thanks.”

He hurried back into his room, setting the box aside on his nightstand before he tore apart the envelope.

You wrote about how nice the lakehouse was, how pretty the scenery was and about all the little adventures you and your family had so far on your trip.

Jonathan noticed you had drawn small doodles of rabbits and frogs all over the paper, they were even painted with the set of watercolors he had given you on your birthday.

He saved up for them for months, and it showed by how proud he was when he gave it to you and saw that you loved it.

“I sent along a box as well,” Jonathan read as he looked over and grabbed it, taking a minute to tear off the tape, he looked inside to find a small collection of things.

“The pencils are for Will, he had given me some of his drawings to keep and I thought he might like these. The earrings are for your mum, and be sure to tell her that I insist she accept them, she deserves it.

I’ve got you a gift as well, but I plan to give it to you in person.

Lots of love,”

•~•

Everyday after that, Jonathan had made it a habit to ask his mother if there was a letter from you.

“Anything from (Y/n)?”

“Did (Y/n) send a letter today?”

You would send at least one every week, but he still felt the need to ask just in case.

Until one day he noticed about two weeks had passed without word from you. Joyce would come home and gently let him know there was nothing, but reasoned the post was just being slow or you were busy with your family.

And at first Jonathan understood, he thought it was a reasonable explanation, so he stopped worrying about it.

Jonathan was driving home from picking a few things up from the grocery store for his mom, but he drove by your house and noticed that your family car was parked in the driveway.

You would have called to let him know you were coming home early, you probably would’ve gone to his house yourself if wasn’t late.

His curiosity was peaked, and he parked his car across the street before ringing your doorbell.

“Hello?” Your sister answered the door, and Jonathan was slightly taken back by her appearance.

Her eyes were puffy and red, she looked like she’d been crying for hours.

“Oh Jonathan, it’s you.” She said as she sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her shirt sleeve.

“Yeah uh, is (Y/n) here?” He asked, slightly alarmed by how distressed she looked.

If possible, her face got even more somber. “I guess it’s best to just tell you, but…” She broke off into a small series of sobs before continuing. “We were up at the lakehouse, and her and dad went out on the boat. No one knows what’s happened to them but they’ve been missing for a couple days.”

It took Jonathan a few moments to register what she was saying, and he was surprised by his lack of reaction.

“Of course, we don’t want to assume the worst, but no one can find them and it’s been days.” She said with a vacant laugh before shaking her head. “Wait here for a moment.”

Jonathan watched her disappear into the house, trying to understand why his mind was going blank at a time when he should feel sad or angry even.

But he didn’t.

“She mentioned that this was for you,” Your sister said once she returned. “She seemed pretty proud of it.” There was that sad laugh again as she held a wrapped package out to him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jonathan said, taking it from her.

Your sister nodded, her hand was now covering her mouth as tears piled up at the edges of her eyes. “She was very fond of you, talked about you a great deal.”

Jonathan looked up at her. “I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

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Jonathan drove home in silence.

He didn’t even turn the radio on.

When he stepped through his front door he was met with more silence, Joyce must have been working late again.

Jonathan closed his door whenever he went inside, his eyes remaining fixated on your present to him.

He didn’t want to open it.

You told him you wanted to give it to him in person.

You told him you were going to come back.

Why didn’t you come back?

Jonathan’s hands were tearing away at the wrapping before he registered what he was doing. He then pulled out a leather sketchbook, he could vaguely remember times whenever you’d come over to his house and you’d be doodling around in it, refusing to show him the end results.

He undid the leather straps that kept it closed, and flipped through the first couple of pages.

He wasn’t surprised to find several pencil sketches of various animals, rabits and little mice in particular. Some of them were life-like while others were dressed in little jackets and hats, having tea parties by a river.

Jonathan moved to sit on the edge of his bed, despite the whirl of emotions going through his head, he found himself smiling.

To his surprise, the next pages were filled with portraits. Some were of him, others were of Will or even Joyce, they were all smiling in each of them.

He spent the next couple of minutes going through the rest of it, and he found himself growing disappointed whenever he was reaching the end.

On the very last page, there was a small handwritten note instead.

“I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I thought you’d like to have it once it was finished.

I know you’re not a fan of pictures of yourself, but I hope you won’t mind a few sketches.

All my love xx
(Y/n)”

You always had nice handwriting, it was always in cursive.

Suddenly, a wet spot appeared onto the page, Jonathan didn’t even realize it until it started smudging your signiture.

Another one showed up on the corner of the page, and he brought his hand up to realize tears were falling freely from his eyes.

A few tears slowly turned into sobs, then he was laying on the side of his bed, holding your sketchbook tightly against his chest while he cried.

Why didn’t you come back?

⚜️//On and on the ravens flew, even to the misty lakeside manor where THE COUNTESS dwelled. It was said that she felt no warmth, no cold, no joy, and no sorrow.//⚜️

Journal || R. T

Request: can you do a richie tozier x reader fic where the reader keeps a journal that she doodles in, then she accidentally leaves it somewhere & one of the losers find it and her journal is full of cute drawings and writing about her crush on richie?

Characters: Reader x Richie Tozier

Unedited Word count: 451

Warning: none 

Originally posted by wyattswolfs



You weren’t one to lose things, but when you got home and couldn’t find your journal anywhere, you instantly went into full on panic mode. After throwing all the books off your shelves, ripping apart your bed and dumping out your backpack, your face paled remembering the last time you saw it was when you set it down on school bus seat next to you. “Shit.” you muttered and ran a tired hand through your hair.

After all this wasn’t just any school notebook. This was your journal. The journal you keep all your deepest darkest secrets in. Well, mostly just the Crush you had on Richie. The pages were littered with small doodles or random thoughts (mostly pertaining to him). You thought you were going to puke.

What if he found it? What if he read it? Or worse, what if his friends found it? You’d be the laughing stock of Derry. Little (y/n) with her big ol’ crush on the town comedian, Richie Tozier. Oh god.

What if he found it and didn’t even know who you were. Well, you knew he knew you, you sometimes talked to Eddie and Richie was his best friend so he must remember at least hearing your name around school. Oh God, why did the have to happen?

“(y/n)!” your head snapped up at the sound of your mom yelling for you from downstairs. “A boy from school is here to see you!” “Coming!” You jumped up and ran, taking the stairs two at a time. The door had been left open and there, on your every own front porch, stood a almost blushing Richie Tozier. You swallowed your nerves and stepped out of the front pouch.

Now you stood in uncharted territory. Only inches away from Richie who seemed… speechless? “Hey, Richie… uh, whats up?” “uh, I uh, Bill found this on the bus.” He quickly stuck his hand out with your journal. You could feel your cheeks fade into a dark red. “Did you look in it?” you asked quickly, wanting to know the damage that was done. “No! I mean no. I didn’t.. Bill did, that’s why he gave it to me. He said you uh, liked me or something.” “oh, well-i mean. Yeah.” There was no point in keeping it a secret now.

You quickly took the book and held it to your chest protectively

“Really?!” “y-yeah.” “Well I mean, I can see why.” You laughed, happy that the stumbling Richie had regained some of his confidence, “so… do you want to come and hang out?” He asked. You nodded vigorously, “I would like that.” “By the way, I like the doodles.” That damn boy opened it.

Ink and Grease

A/n: So this is a play on the soulmate AU where you write on your skin, and it shows up on your soulmate’s skin too. Basically any little mark or dirt or whatever can appear on your soulmate’s skin. I had another way I wanted this to go it kinda deviated from my original idea, so I hope you still like it. Requests are open, and we don’t have any atm so don’t be afraid to send some in! -G

Warnings: I still can’t fluff

Pairing: Tony x reader

Originally posted by maximumstarks

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You were a child when it started, you’d notice grease on your skin and dirt under your nails. You were too young to know what was going on but when you asked your parents, they told you not to worry about it. You were always asked by your teachers what you had gotten into and to wash your hands. When you turned 13, you and your friends decided to research what exactly was wrong with you when you found a book on soulmates. Your friend explained to you that some people had special connections and that due to said connection marks on your skin would show up on your soulmate’s and vice versa.

“Damn you’re lucky” one of your friends, Jane, commented as you looked at the small burn that had appeared on your skin the other day

“Are you kidding that is, like, the worst thing ever,” Leah exclaimed, “now she has to get married and like, have kids!”

“I’m sure he’s great,” Mads commented

“Whoever he is he needs to learn what soap is,” you joked.

“Maybe it’s time for a little revenge,” Jane smirked pulling out a sharpie

“Oh you’re evil,” you giggled as the girls drew all over your body. Some doodles were good, like the amazing portrait of Yoda that took over your shoulder. Others were crudely drawn dicks in various places or innuendos.

Little did you know that the poor boy that was fortunate enough to be your soulmate had a very important meeting at MIT the next day to see if he could get into the school early. Tony walked into the living room in search of his mother, there was no way that Howard would take this well. Unfortunately for him both of his parents were sat at the table eating breakfast.

“What the hell is all over your skin!’ he father yelled “Do you know how important this meeting is? Are you trying to ruin your life?”

“I swear I have no idea how this happened,” the boy tried to explain “I went to bed and when I woke up they were just there.”

Howard looked at his son in disbelief as his wife looked at him “Maybe he has a soulmate?”

“You know how rare that is,” Howard said looking down at her

“Well it happened to us,” she shrugged

“Wash up as best you can and put on a nice suit or something to cover that up,” The boy’s father sighed “we’ll figure out something for whatever is on your hands.”

Tony walked down the stairs in his best suit hoping that it would compensate for the doodles covering his hands.

His mother held out a bottle of concealer “This should do the trick” she smiled as she blotted it to his skin. Tony just hoped it would hold up long enough.

He must’ve done something right because here he was a few weeks later at MIT a new sleeve of doodles covering his forearms. His parents had explained to him that he had a soulmate which meant somewhere in the world some girl was lucky enough to call him hers. It wasn’t long before he was trying to flirt with you, writing little messages on his arm and waiting for a response. It was a few weeks before you responded with a simple “Fuck off” scrolled in beautiful calligraphy.

It had been a few years since you discovered your soulmate and even though at first he seemed like an ass he grew on you. You had been writing notes to each other almost every day. You would try to find out as much about each other as you could without breaking whatever rules there were. For some reason, the universe had decided that you weren’t able to tell each other your names or whereabouts so you’d drop as many hints as you could. It wasn’t long before you were getting questions from your fellow classmates as to why there were notes written all over your arms. At first, you would tell them that you had a soulmate and while some would call you crazy or tell you that you were lucky most grew jealous. And that made high school a living hell for you. Somewhere along the way instead of you thinking that you had something special you became to think of yourself as a burden.

“You only have a soulmate because you’d never attract a guy on your own,” one of the boys told you

“Poor guy is stuck with you now,” his friend called as they waited for the bell to ring

“Dude, kick his ass,” the third boy in the group muttered to you noticing how on edge you were

“I would,” you paused “but someone as pathetic as him isn’t really worth my time.”

“Oh yeah,” the second boy said, “Well, I don’t even know you!”

You had to hold in your laughter till the bell rang and you exited your class with Leah. After that, you figured it’d be best to keep your predicament a secret.

Years had gone by, and for some reason, your soulmate had stopped writing you little notes, you hadn’t really thought anything of it. At first, it worried you, but you noticed the grease marks that appeared on your hands still and knew that he was ok, maybe he wanted to keep it a secret too. You had managed to get yourself a degree and further your education at an academy for an agency called SHIELD. You hadn’t heard of them before they approached you for their academy. Apparently, your research had caught their eye. You had gone through years of your life and thousands of milestones and not one moment had you thought of your soulmate. It’s not like they had seemed to think of you with the lack of letters written on your arm.

It wasn’t until you had been recruited to work in the lab for the Avengers that you began to think of the mystery man again. You noticed that as you’d jot down notes on your hands, you’d see little doodles around them that you hadn’t drawn.

“What are you doing?” Bruce had asked you as he watched you doodle on your forearm

“Nothing’ you replied continuing to scroll out a “hey” on your arm in the fanciest font you could think of

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” your friend said watching you “you have a soulmate don’t you?”

“Maybe,” you smirked, “don’t tell anyone though, I don’t need people to hate me.”

“And you trust me with this information why?” he asked

“Because you’re too nice to hate me,” you responded, “besides you’d have to deal with Tony on your own if you did.”

“Speak of the devil,” Bruce muttered as Tony waltzed through the door in a long sleeved tee.

“You look happy,” you commented, “how much alcohol have you consumed this fine morning?”

“None thank you very much,” the man shot back “I just got a very important letter from a very important person regarding some very important things.”

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” you asked raising your brows

“Nope,” Tony said turning to Bruce “we’re going to lunch I need to talk to you.”

“But science?” Bruce attempted to argue

“Your work can wait this is important.” and with that Tony was dragging the man out of the lab.

“See,” Tony said pulling up his sleeve excitedly

“I see,” Bruce said hiding a smile the word ‘hey’ was written out beautifully on his friend’s forearm, just like the one you were drawing back at the lab.

“She hasn’t written to me in ages,” Tony said smiling at his arm “what do I say back?”

“Why not a simple hi?” his friend replied

“Hi?’ Tony questioned “Hi. This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then why did you come to me?” Bruce asked

“Because you’re my bro” Tony smiled

Bruce sighed “Just talk to her. Say anything if she’s your soulmate does it really matter?”

“Of course it matters” Tony rolled his eyes

“She was pretty much born to love you, Tony. She’s dealt with you this long I’m sure you could say anything to her, and she’d be happy to write back.” Bruce assured him

“Fine,” Tony said taking out a pen and writing out a measly ‘hi.’

‘What are you up to’ she wrote back

‘Lunch with a friend’ he replied

‘I could use some food lol’ her handwriting seemed familiar, but he dismissed his thoughts, he had been writing to her since she was a teen so of course, he recognized the writing

‘I’d bring you some, but I still have no idea who you are’ he wrote down

“Really,” Bruce commented

“I thought you said it didn’t matter what I wrote,” Tony exclaimed as his friend rolled his eyes

‘I’d tell you if I could’ she replied ‘these rules are stupid how are we ever supposed to meet if we can’t even set up a date.’

Tony chuckled ‘the world is cruel.’

‘You can say that again.’

You were clutching your hand when Tony walked back into the lab after lunch.

“What’d you do this time?” Bruce asked going over to examine your hand

“It’s just a small burn,” you said

“Huh, Tony come here,” Bruce commented “look at this,”

“Looks like a burn,” Tony said casually

“Looks like your burn,” Bruce said

“I don’t-” Tony paused noticing a small burn forming on his finger “you’re-we’re.”

“Soulmates?” you looked up at Tony pulling up your sleeve as he did the same. The conversation from earlier was still present on both of your arms

Tony looked at Bruce “how in the hell did you know before I did?”

“I saw her writing on her arm,” Bruce shrugged “good thing Y/n already likes you.”

You’re face flushed “I do not,” you said “I mean- I- I hate you” you scowled at Bruce

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A/n: I hope you guys liked it, sorry I haven’t been posting as much lately. School is starting soon, and work has been hell. Love you all -G

Red Bull

You’re busy cramming for finals when you meet Kang Daniel, a fellow student doing his best to survive a week in hell. Slowly, you start to fall for him and his charm.
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You sighed, pushing your hair back as you did your best to focus on the paper in front of you, words blurring together. You did your best to focus and continue studying for the huge upcoming exam you had, but you were exhausted.

Between the time you spent working at the campus coffee shop, all the classes you were taking and studying for upcoming exams, you’d barely found the time to sleep, and it was really coming back to haunt you. You could barely focus, you were in pain, and all you wanted to do was curl up in bed.

“You seem tired,” someone commented dryly, taking the seat next to you.

Your head snapped up to see a tall guy with light brown hair taking the seat, setting his backpack down.

“Yeah,” you replied with a sheepish smile, “I haven’t been sleeping great lately, I’ve been so busy.”

“Well,” the guy smiled, pulling a can of Red Bull out of his backpack, “you’re in luck. These happened to be buy-one-get-one-free at the convenience store.”

You accepted the drink gratefully, thanking him as you took a few sips, “why didn’t you just keep the extra for yourself?” You asked curiously, downing about half the can in one go.

The guy shrugged, “like I said, you seemed tired. I’m Daniel,” he stuck out his hand and you took it, introducing yourself as well.

“(y/n),” you replied, finishing off the Red Bull and crumpling the can in your hand. “Thanks again for the Red Bull, I really do appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Daniel replied cheerfully, “I’ll let you get back to your studying, then.”

The next day when you were back in the library to study again, you saw Daniel already sitting at your usual study table, a can of Red Bull waiting at your seat.

“What’s this?” You asked as you took your seat, lifting the can with a small smile. Daniel looked up at you from his computer, where he’d been furiously typing something.

“The sale isn’t over yet,” was all Daniel said,  giving you an adorable smile, two teeth poking out, before going back to his work.

It became a routine for the two of you to study side by side, Daniel brining you Red Bulls. Part of you wondered what convenience store had such long-lasting sales, but you figured that it was because they knew all the college kids had exams and were staying up late.

Every time you arrived in the library, Daniel and a can of Red Bull waiting for you, you felt your heart beat a little faster, greeting him quickly to hide your blush.

Sometimes, the two of you would take breaks from studying, sitting there and talking about whatever– your majors, Daniel’s cats, even weird stories from your work. It was nice to be able to just talk to him, getting to know him better.

And then, exams were over. You no longer had a excuse to see him, and you felt almost lonely. You found yourself wishing that you’d worked up the courage to at least ask him for his number.

You sat brooding about this in the coffee shop, glumly tapping your Sharpie against the counter. The coffee shop was empty, the result of the massacre known as post-final exams partying. As you started doodling on a cup to pass the time, someone burst in.

“(y/n)!” Daniel exclaimed, striding towards you, “I was looking all over campus for the cafe that you said you worked at, I thought you said you worked at the other one, so I went there, and I had to ask like five different people if you worked their shifts, and then I finally figured out that you actually worked at this cafe during this shift.”

You gaped at Daniel, the Sharpie sliding out of your hand. “And you chased me down why, exactly?”

Daniel smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of  his neck out of embarrassment. “To be honest, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date sometime. I was planning on asking you the second time we saw each other, but I guess I just never… worked up the courage.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you,” you beamed, smiling back at Daniel.

“Really?” Daniel clenched his fist in a ‘yes!’ motion. “Awesome!” As Daniel quickly added himself to your contact​s, you couldn’t help but think to yourself that maybe exams weren’t all that bad.

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Sorry, I’ll add the proper line breaks and such when I can use my laptop on wifi! I’m posting this from my phone using my data, as the wifi at my house is super bad. For now, I’m relying on the wifi of cafes to post :(

High School Headcanon: Saeran

I’ll try to make these High School headcanons weekly. I’ll start with Saeran since anon 2 requested him specifically. So there you go! Hope you like this! ^^


  • Well, he is always skipping class. And when he is there, he is sleeping on his desk, doodling nonsense or writing songs for his band (yep,he’s that guy)
  •  You are just regular, not a slack off, but also not a genius. You are extremely nice and pretty, though, which makes you a strong candidate for prom queen.
  • And you’re committed to your campaign, handing out bottoms to everybody and telling to vote for you.
  • “Hey, Saeran! Vote for me!” he looks at you head to toes. How do you know his name? People usually refer to him as “the creepy” or, even worse… “Saeyoung’s brother”
  •  Well, you probably went through the names of all your classmates. Yeah, he reminds that day you came in late for… geography class? Or it was history? WHO CARES? You’re just doing your campaign for that stupid prom thing! You must be really lame to care for this!
  • After that, he keeps bumping to you everywhere, you are always smiling, what’s wrong with you ? Yes, on the “Most likely to…” game, you’re probably the one who, well, proposed the “Most likely too” game, in the first place. Ugh…
  • His band is performing on this underground pub downtown, and he almost misses his guitar riff when he spots you in the crowd. What are you doing here? Have you lost a bet or something?
  •  You look… really interesting on those tight leather pants and loose hair falling on your shoulders, and your eyeliner is on point! Maybe you have a twin who’s very different from you like he has?
  • “Saeran, hi!” nope, it’s definitely you. “Hey, uh… MC, right?” he pretends to not know your name, but he never forgot ever since you gave him that bottom, which he kept, for some reason.
  • “Dude, your band is sick! I’ve been following since you played at the senior’s party! Who’s the composer?” “Uh, that would be me…” “Wow, so cool! You’re really talented, congratulations!” your looks tell something, but the princess attitude from schools is still there, you’re… really weird.
  • “Thanks, I guess… which… which song you liked the most?” “Hum… probably ‘The Sky’…” shit, it was his best work!
  • “Yeah, I… composed to my brother…” you’re looking at him so curiously, waiting for him to tell you everything. You’re such a groupie! That’s so… so… unexpected and… adorable?
  • You hanged with him and his band buddies all night. It was so easy to tell you’re trying really hard not to fangirl and play this cool grunge girl. He caught him smiling at you, and when you smiled back, looking straight at him, he blushed…shit!
  • Truth is you feel like you know everything about him because of his songs. Everything he ever wrote is so personal and deep, and that along with the rumors on school about his twisted family makes you want get really close to him…
  • His band buddies got the vibe and let you two alone. You’re sitting on the dumpster outside the pub.
  • “So,I… need to ask. Prom queen? Seriously?” he breaks the ice, trying not to stare too much. “Well, I I would be remembered for a while, you know? Wouldn’t you like to leave school being memorable?” “Nah, I’m cool.”
  • “Well, you say that because you’re pretty memorable. Everybody knows the weird guy who sleeps in every geography class. But me…” he couldn’t believe what he was listening, haven’t you ever noticed people staring at you when you come down the hallway? Oh, low self esteem… yeah, he knew a couple of things about that…
  • “But, who cares? I’m not gonna win anyways…” “Why is that?” “Well, I’m the underdog, you know? They won’t vote for a boring sophomore and…” he grabs your chin and stares at you. It’s so quiet he can hear you heartbeat exhilarating.
  • “You’re not boring. You’re fun, and sweet, and have a great musical taste.” You giggle and he smiles again, goddamit! Why can’t he stop smiling? “I appreciate it, but… yeah, I should accept defeat by now…”
  • “The hell you will! No, if you lose, you’ll… you’ll have to cut your hair and dye it on purple.” “What? No, I won’t!” “Yes, you will! It’s a bet, if you lose, bye bye bouncy, long and silky hair… if you win… I’ll dye mine, you choose the color!”
  • “Are you serious?” “Dead serious!” “Hum… fine. Just because I really want to be the one to dye your hair, I’m thinking of a ombré with white and pink, you’ll look even hotter and…” “You think I’m hot?” you blush, and again, he’s smiling.
  • And having Saeran as your canvasser (he and his punk fellas threatening to punch people if they don’t vote for you, that is), you won.
  • But you almost couldn’t make it to the crowning ceremony, as you were watching Saeran’s band perform somewhere else.
  • Both of you came very late, and the room was pretty empty when you dragged him to dance at least one song with you. “So… I guess you missed your chance to see me on a pixie haircut, too bad…” “Well, you would look hot anyhow and…” “You think I’m hot?” he’s blushing, but you don’t even notice as you kiss him in the lips and tangle your fingers on his hair, the hair you’ll turn pink and white pretty soon.
Camp Mockingjay - Ch 10

Originally posted by recked

We’ve reached the end of Camp Mockingjay, our first - but definitely not last - Everlark-your-own-adventure. Before we let you dig into the gorgeousness that is this final chapter - expertly penned by the always amazing @burkygirl - we wanted to take a moment to thank our incredible round one authors. 

@peetabreadgirl, @katnissdoesnotfollowback, @hutchhitched, @javistg, @appleblossomgirl0305, @titaniasfics, @xerxia31 and @burkygirl - each of you has brought your enormous talent to this adventure, each of you is responsible for its success, and we are all enormously grateful!

(Find the previous chapters here.)

And now - the final chapter of Camp Mockingjay.



The picture is a bit faded. I’d sort of forgotten about it. It’s the first one that was ever taken of Peeta and me, young and in the heady throes of new love, grinning stupidly at the camera on the last day of our summer job at Camp Mockingjay.

Things sure have changed a lot since then.

I tuck the snapshot into the cardboard box in front of me and reach for my tape gun. The tape makes a horrifying scritching noise as I drag it across the seam of the box, but the snap it makes when I cut it off at the other end is rather satisfying. The last box. The house is finally packed. Thank god. And I didn’t manage to slice my thumb on this one, so there’s that.

Gale pops his head in the bedroom door. “That the last one, Catnip?”

I stand up and dust off my knees. “Yep.”

He hefts it into his arms and grins. “I’ll pop it in the truck.”

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httpshut  asked:

Hey so I haven't watch supernatural in a few seasons but I want to keep up with destiel!! I read that 12x20 was crazy! And that cas said I love you ???? WHAT??! Could you mind explaining the cassette tape and "I love you" thing?? I want to watch this episode but I'm sooo behind. Do people really think it'll become canon? (I'm so excited) thanks!!

yes i can explain it perfectly 2 u

  • cas was dyin so he was like ‘i love you, i love all of you’ implying that the FIRST ‘i love you’ was only to one person while the ‘i love all of you’ was to all of the winchesters. the camera immediately panned to dean after the first ‘i love you’
  • cas didn’t die oopsie doodle now it’s super awkward so he hides in heaven for a while
  • dean was stressed
  • dean called cas 235097 times
  • when cas returned, dean was pouty face
  • in order to have a conversation with dean, cas went to his room and tried to return a cassette tape titled “Dean’s top 13 Zepp TRAXX” (i may have had a meltdown after this and immediately created merch that u can purchase here)
  • dean handed the tape back and was like ‘it’s a gift, u keep those’ (actual verbatim straight out oft he fucgkin episode)
  • dean canonically gave cas a mixtape
  • it’s 1995, allie mcbeal is the most progressive thing on tv, jurassic park and independence day are the peak of special effects, and dean gave cas a mixtape
  • i don’t think destiel is going to become canon
  • i think destiel is already canon