Additionally, he would physically and emotionally abuse his children and wife. The following are quotes from Cynthia Lennon, in her book “John”:
“Before I could speak he raised his arm and hit me across the face, knocking my head into the pipes that ran down the wall behind me. Without a word he waked away, leaving me dazed, shaky, and with a very sore head.”
“John’s erratic behaviour around Julian continued - fun one moment and violent anger the next. And he could be like this with Sean too, reducing the little boy to tears of terror.”
“The whole family had been having fun, making Mickey Mouse pancakes and fooling around, when Julian giggled. John turned on him and screamed, ‘I can’t stand the way you fucking laugh! Never let me hear your fucking horrible laugh again.’ He continued with a tirade of abuse until Julian fled once again to his room in tears. It was monstrously cruel and has affected him ever since. To this day he seldom laughs.”
Below is a quote from John Lennon:
“I used to be cruel to my woman, I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved. I used to be cruel to my woman, and physically — any woman. I was a hitter. I couldn’t express myself and I hit. I fought men and I hit women.”
Below is a quote from Sean Lennon, his son:
[He was] teaching me how to cut and eat steak, which was a mystery to me at age 4; how to stick the fork in and cut behind it, and that was how you got a piece in your mouth. I think it was that night when he got very upset with me, I think because of something I did very cheekily with the steak. He did wind up yelling at me very, very loudly to the point where he damaged my ear, and I had to go to the hospital.”
Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 1558
Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been very sick!! Thank you everybody who has been reading this!! The amount of feedback has been incredible and amazing and I’m so thankful!! xo
Prompt: “How long have you been standing there?” (From @daydreamingintheimpala - hope you like it, dear!)
Word Count: 1657
Warnings: A little fluffy, a little cliche.
Summary: You visit the bunker for the first time and Dean finds you dancing in the library – in boy shorts and one of his flannel shirts.
To you, there was nothing better than hunting in the Fall. The leaves turning, the smell of pumpkin and apples and burning fires in the air.
Particularly when that fire was burning the remains of some terrible witch who had been preying on the hearts of young children for the last month.
Okay, so that sounded more than a little psychotic, but the witch-bitch got what she deserved.
Once the hunt was done, you put in a phone call to your good friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. You were due for a break, and ever since they had told you about their new abode, you had been dying to see the Men of Letters’ bunker. Just thinking about all the juicy lore that had to be stored there … It was better than a witch on fire.
It took almost a full day to get to Lebanon, Kansas. By the time you arrived, it was into the wee hours of the morning. Dean met you outside, the need for sleep dulling the usual shine in his green eyes that had so often greeted you. He pulled you quickly into the bunker.
“My stuff …” you muttered quietly.
“Get a shirt out of my closet,” he instructed, his voice hoarse with that same need for sleep that dulled his eyes. “Sammy and I are deep in research.”
“I could help …” Another feeble statement; Dean’s smirk told you that he knew how tired you were.
He put an arm around your shoulders and guided you gently to his room. “Y/N, you’ll pass out before you even make it to the library. I promise, Sam and I are just gonna get to a stopping point, then we’re going to bed. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, you take my bed. Pancakes in the morning?”
You nodded eagerly. If you weren’t so tired, you would have asked for those pancakes now. Dan kissed your forehead – not an action you took lightly, but not one you read too much into, either – and you smiled a ‘good night’ as he disappeared down the hall. You retreated into his room, closing the door behind you.
After selecting one of Dean’s flannel button-ups that you had been secretly harboring the desire to sleep in at some point in your life, you shed everything but your black boy shorts, donned the flannel, and buried your tired body under the covers. The blankets and the pillow smelled like Dean; his shaving cream and after-shave, his soap, his shampoo. The telltale leather and whiskey was there, too. Thinking back to the night you realized you had a wicked crush on the man, when the two of you stayed up late, sharing secrets and baring your souls to each other over a bottle of Jameson, you realized how much you really wanted to be in Dean’s bed. And not just in the naughty schoolgirl way, either. You let your crush have full reign tonight, and it conjured up images of falling asleep next to Dean, his arms wrapped tight around your body, keeping you warm and safe.
Morning came quickly, but life on the road had you used to getting little sleep. You had planned to take a few days in the bunker, so sleep could wait. You wanted to see that library.
And your stomach was growling for pancakes.
Not thinking much of it, you made a direct beeline out into the open area of the bunker. Everything seemed still and quiet, so you took the opportunity to explore. After only a few minutes, you found the bunker’s library and, like Belle in Beast’s castle, quickly became enchanted by the shelves and shelves of books.
“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” you squealed out to yourself as you went for your phone and headphones. You started your favorite playlist – the perfect background noise to all the lore you were about to binge on.
All the new knowledge had you amped up, for lack of better words. You had always been a good student, anxious to learn and absorb as much knowledge and possible. That was one reason why you and Sam got along. It was the fact that you most loved learning about old American muscle cars and fighting the evils of the world that aided in your friendship with Dean.
One of your favorite songs came on, and you started to dance as you read a thick volume on demon possession. Somehow your excitement over being here in the bunker made you forget that you weren’t there alone; you closed the book and hugged it to your chest as you belted out the words to the song and grooved your way over the library floor.
Almost all of the way through the song, you twirled, catching the view of someone standing in the doorway.
There was Dean, still in sweats and a t-shirt, sock feet, and bedhead. He looked slightly shocked, seeing you in your morning state, not yet dressed. You dropped the book to the floor with a resounding thud, and tossed your phone and headphones to the nearby table.
“How long have you been standing there?” You gulped hard.
“Long enough to see your little performance.” An adorable pink tinged his cheeks. Maybe he was a little embarrassed, too.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly. “You and Sam were still asleep, and I really wanted to check this place out.”
Seemingly recovered, Dean waved off your apology. “I’m glad you found something to entertain yourself. I’m going to start on breakfast – you wanna help?”
You nodded eagerly. “I’ll go throw on some clothes and meet you in the kitchen.”
“Your bag is still in your car, your pants from last night had witch bits on them, and I’m not letting you outside dressed like that.” He motioned with his hand from your shoulders to your knees. “I’ll get your bag for you after breakfast. Don’t worry, Y/N; you ain’t got nothin’ Dean Winchester hasn’t seen before.”
You rolled your eyes at his use of the third person and general cockiness, but followed him to the kitchen just the same. Hoisting yourself up on the counter next to the electric griddle, you dipped a finger into the pancake batter already mixed and ready to cook.
“I came in here to start cooking and thought I heard something in the library,” Dean explained. “I didn’t expect to see you practicing your audition for the Rockettes in there.”
Another eye roll. “Very funny. I was just excited about being here. This place is really amazing, Dean.”
“It is,” he agreed; the smile he flashed you seemed to be a little much for that agreeance, but you shrugged it off. “I’m glad you’re liking it. Maybe you’ll stick around for a while.”
You tilted your head. “Well, yeah, I was planning on being here for a few days.”
“Plan on wearing my shirts to bed the whole time you’re here?” Dean asked, dropped the first spoonful of batter on the griddle.
You bit your bottom lip out of nervousness. “No. I have pajamas. You told me last night …”
“Relax,” Dean told you with a wink. “I like seeing you in my shirt. And those little shorts – damn, Y/N. You have to warn a guy if you’re going to work him up like that, first thing in the morning.”
You shook your head; were you really hearing this? It made you feel a little cocky, to be honest. You watched him flip the pancake and add another spoonful not too close to the first on the griddle.
“Am I hearing you correctly? Dean Winchester – who just five minutes ago told me I haven’t got anything he hasn’t seen – is a little worked up seeing little ole me in his shirt and some tight little shorts?”
Dean cleared his throat as he slid the first pancake onto a plate, and checked the readiness of the other. Two more pancakes went onto the griddle.
“I’m just saying, it isn’t like I get a lot of action. You’re a pretty girl. Seeing you like that, you know, it gets a guy going. I’m sure it’ll do the same for Sam.”
“Except for the fact that you’ve been attracted to her for like a year now,” Sam piped up, coming into the kitchen and going straight to the fridge. He drank the milk right out of the carton. “Morning, Y/N.”
“Morning, Sam,” you returned, smirking a thanks at him for this newest information.
He winked back at you. “Wouldn’t have mentioned it if I hadn’t recently noticed that the attraction was mutual. Going for a run. See you guys in a bit.”
Now it was your turn for pink cheeks as Sam left the room, and you and Dean were left to face each other. He avoided your eyes and you looked anywhere but at him. While you should have both been happy to know the feeling was mutual, it was somehow awkward. Finally, Dean broke the silence.
“So … that night in Tempe? The deep talk?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what did it for me.”
“Me too,” he shrugged, flipping the last of the pancakes from the griddle to the plate. There was still more batter, but his attention was currently diverted from breakfast. “You know, doesn’t mean we have to do anything about it. Could be just a thing. Not like a fling thing, but just a fact. We dig each other, that’s it.” “Yeah, I mean, that makes the most sense, really.”
The bunker was silent for a few moments, except for Sam bounding up the stairs and out the door for his run. The second the door closed, however, Dean had you off the counter and swung you into his arms, settling you on the nearby table for better leverage as his lips pressed into yours.
“Or,” he grinned against your mouth, “we could do something about it.”
When Dean’s lips again contacted yours, you decided that was definitely a better idea.
I just saw someone say it wasn't "canon implied" that killian and Emma have had sex. Really. People just ignore facts to suit what ever point they wanna make.
Don’t worry about other people’s interpretation of things. I feel like the pancakes scenes made it pretty clear that Captain Swan has done the do, but if somebody still can’t or won’t see that as proof that it happened, then that’s their prerogative (if it’s someone with an agenda against CS, then their opinions shouldn’t be matter to you anyways).
There was never gonna be an explicit scene that flat out said ‘hey, sex happened/is happening here!’. That’s not the type of show Once is. It’s always about context and subtleties. Of the four main ships on the show, only two have concrete proof they banged because there were children made from it. And even then, that’s context, not a straight up ‘this is these two characters fucking’ scene. So anybody looking for that sort of proof for Captain Swan banging? It wasn’t ever gonna happen.
You know american pancakes.. you may know those fancy french crêpes… but have you heard of the BEST pancakes out there? Dutch pancakes? No? Let me enlighten you! Dutch pancakes are not only as thick as you want, but also as large as you please. They aren’t very fancy but they’re super easy to make and customise.
Do you also want to eat these solely to fullfill your heart’s desire to eat the largest bacon pancakes possible? Would you love to roll up a pancake with the filling inside? Do you think you’d enjoy more space for toppings? Then these are the pancakes for you!
I translated the basic dutch pancake recipe to english so everybody can read it, and the measurements are given in grams/ milliliters AND cups (yes, I did maths for this). You can find it, tips, and fun facts below.
~Captain Swan lived a happy, white picket fence life, after getting back from honeymoon, a week of solitude on the Jolly Rodger, after a few years of newlywed pancake making fun, they have a little girl named Hope who Hook spoils beyond belief. They then spend the rest of their lives, kicking happy ass as Sheriff and Deputy, Husband and Wife, maintaining order in their sleepy little town.
~Snow and David bought a farm house where Charming acts as the stay at home dad, with his dog and his son and his farm, and snow gladly goes to teach at the elementary school each day, with her kids and her birds and her family.
~Regina actually apologizes to the people of storybrooke, makes genuine amends with the charmings, grows the fuck up and takes full responsibility for her actions, but continues to act as mayor cause no else really seems to want the job.
~Belle continues to run the library, while raising her son and keeping her husband in check. Said husband, for the sake of doing right by his new son, locks away his dagger somewhere no one, not even him, can get to, and keeps trying to be a good man.
~IDK man, Henry goes to school and acts like a kid his age should, he’s got a huge family that loves him. He’s good. 👍🏻