i just needed to gif this scene

This scene is interesting to me because it’s a turning point. In this scene, these characters are essentially strangers to each other and have just reconnected.  Miami is surrounded by water, it’s always present, and I felt that there needed to be a moment of spiritual transference between these two characters and this idea of a swimming lesson– of Juan teaching Little how to swim, how to sustain himself– seemed like the right place to do it. I told Mahershala, “This is a baptism, and I need you to teach him how to float. Teach him how to swim.” Alex Hibbert actually did not know how to swim. He’s learning how to swim as you’re watching the scene. And it’s beautiful, because in this moment, where I want this element of spiritual transference to occur – you watch a grown black man teach a young black boy how to swim in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.

– Barry Jenkins on Moonlight

Can we talk about Finn for a minute? I keep reading that Finn gets described as “flat” or “boring” by some in the Star Wars fandom. Obviously everyone’s entitled to their opinion. But I’ll tell you, from my perspective? He’s one of the most unique, charismatic Star Wars characters out there. 

1. Finn humanized stormtroopers. Made us experience panic and terror at the terrible choices they have to make. Stormtroopers, who were practically a joke in the other movies - white plastic statutes that existed just to get shot and clatter into a pile.

2. Finn’s flight with Poe Dameron is an explosion of emotion. That scene blew me away. Both of them had so much fun with it, and you can see Finn feel the real impact of having a name, rather than being a number. 

3. Finn is profoundly empathetic and protective. Hell, I swear he cares about BB8 when he has to describe the plane crash, and Poe’s “death”, to the droid. 

4. Finn shows tremendous range in this movie. Traumatized (stormtrooper battle), jocular (”you got a boyfriend?”), joyous (”that’s one hell of a pilot”), wistful (”Take care of yourself. Please.”), angry (ligthsaber battle), I could go on. I like Luke Skywalker as much as the next fan, but I think Finn shows more range in this one film than Luke did in all three. 

5. Finn’s story arc is powerful, subversive, and inspiring. Going from a number to a name. Finding a family after being taken from his home as a child. Turning his back on the First Order and then realizing he needs to go further, and embrace the cause of the Resistance.

6. Finn’s relationship with Rey. I’m gonna get choked up about this, so I’ll just say John Boyega is an amazing actor, and I loved every scene he had with Daisy Ridley. 

Anyway that’s my fangirling contribution. To me, Finn’s amazing. 

Gif courtesy of @kit-harington

Notice how maggie shuts her eyes really tight when alex finally breaks down. It’s like she can physically feel her pain and it just kills her to see alex this upset. And then there’s her hand on alex’s back tightening because she needs to hold her girlfriend close in this moment and alex’s own hand grabbing maggie’s shirt for comfort. They way maggie cradles alex’s head really gets to me because it makes the hug just that more intimate along with maggie’s “its okay” to let alex know its alright to cry and let all her emotions out. These two are so supportive and in love with each other.

Something I never noticed about this scene until I watched the gif is that Nat saves both Steve’s and Sam’s lives right here. She pulls Steve’s head back just in time for a bullet to hit the headrest where he just was, and while doing so, she also pushes Sam’s head out of the way for the same reason. If it weren’t for Natasha in this scene, The Winter Soldier would have killed both Captain America and the Falcon.

This scene alone is one of the many reasons why Black Widow is deeply needed by the Avengers, and not just in it for sex appeal.


Characters: Dean x reader, Sam mentioned

Word Count: 700

Warnings: angst, grieving the loss of a loved one

A/N: I’ve been watching the series again, and I just balled when I watched this scene. I guess I personally have needed comfort lately, and I have found that in writing about comforting Dean instead. There are so many times throughout the series that I have just wanted to hold him through the bad. This is my small way of doing that.

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Endless list of favourite heartbreaking Jace Wayland scenes - #9
“You don’t go through what you just went through, witnessing all that death, and not feel something, Jace. It’s not good for you.” - Mea Maxima Culpa (2x11)

(gif not mine)

Coincidence: Chapter 3

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 4

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU


Word Count: 2,474

You stared at Jackson from across the table. After two weeks of planning, you two were finally able to go out on your date. Now was your chance to get the information you wanted. Yes, that sounded like you were just using Jackson, but you weren’t. He was an extremely nice man, so you wouldn’t mind him sticking around for a bit, at the very least.

The restaurant Jackson took you to was amazing. Everything looked so fancy and expensive, you would never be able to afford to eat at a place like this on your own. Even the table cloth seemed like it cost more than your whole family. How was Jackson able to afford to go here? This just raised your suspicions about him.

“So, (Y/N), tell me a little more about yourself,” Jackson said with a kind smile on his face.

“Oh! Ummmm, well, I’m in college… and… I don’t know, what do you want to know about me?” You said, fiddling with your hands.

“Well, let’s start with your college life then, what do you plan to do afterwards?”

“To be honest, I’m not completely sure, but I’m planning to become a doctor as of now.”

“Oh, a doctor, how interesting! I believe that you’ll become an amazing doctor, but are you really sure you’ll be cope to deal with all those years of studying?”

“That’s exactly why I don’t know if I’ll stay determined enough to finish my schooling. I also want to have the chance to start a family without any disruptions.”

“That is true. Is that why Jungkook is so desperate to get you a boyfriend?”

“That’s part of the reason.”

“What’s the other part?”

“The fact that he’s a little shit, and he loves to see me embarrassed.”

Jackson started laughing at your remark towards your “dear” friend. His laugh was amazing. It was extremely high pitched for a man, and it drew the attention of many people towards your table. You quickly looked down to your lap and waited for Jackson to calm down. All these rich people made you self conscious; they made you feel as if you didn’t belong.

“(Y/N), you are one of the funniest women I have ever met! You are never afraid to say what you think.”

You smiled at Jackson and took a sip of your drink. The night mostly consisted of you two having small talk and Jackson’s high pitched laugh. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself, Jackson was a very laid back man. It was a surprise he was the same man from that night. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find the perfect moment to ask him about it. Every time you would try to turn the conversation to his job he would always steer you two away from that conversation. That is, until after a particular “funny” comment from you, Jackson looked over your shoulder and completely froze, as if he had seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong?” You asked turning to look over your shoulder.

Suddenly, Jackson grabbed your face and pulled you closer to him. You were barely a centimeter apart, what was he trying to do? Who was back there?

“Don’t look back at all okay?” Jackson looked at you with complete seriousness. How is he able to change personalities so quickly?

“Okay, but can you at least tell me why I’m not allowed to look back?” You whispered.

“…Fine,” He said with a lot of hesitation.

“V is here,” he finally said after taking a deep breath.

V was here? Your heart immediately started beating faster, would he recognize you? Why here of all places? Questions ran through your mind a mile a minute, what were you going to do?

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), he’s not the type to murder someone in public. He likes to do his business in private, I don’t blame him, it’s easier that way,” Jackson said as if he had read your mind.

However, his comment just added to your worries. What exactly did Jackson mean by easier? Since when was murder a business? You were so confused, but who could blame you? You took a deep breath and took a long swig of your almost forgotten wine on the table.

“Woah, (Y/N), calm down! You do not want to get drunk, especially with V in the building!” Jackson yelled at you, taking the wine glass from your hand.

You just stared at Jackson and took a deep breath. You needed answers. The problem was that Jackson seemed like he was never going to give you them. You decided to keep quiet for now. If you continued causing trouble Jackson might cause a scene, and lord knows you don’t want that to happen. You looked back at Jackson. His eyebrows were furrowed; he genuinely looked worried about you. You gave him a small smile in reassurance.

“Jackson, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, you can tell me anything.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“I promise.”

“I need to pee,” you said feeling your face heat as the laughter started. It’s not your fault! You just thought he should know so he could escort you, or something, so you wouldn’t get hurt!

“Are you serious?” He said between giggles. You nodded your head vigorously.

“Well, I think it’s safe enough for you go to the bathroom by yourself. Go ahead, I’ll be right here,” Jackson smiled at you, motioning for you to go.

You smiled thankfully and stood up. You quickly walked towards the bathroom. In truth, you didn’t really need to go, you just wanted to think over how you would force the answers you needed out of Jackson. You passed many tables, avoiding people’s stares, it seemed like not many people appreciated Jackson’s hyena like laughter. Unfortunately for you, you happened to miss a certain man’s stare as you walked in the bathroom.

Jackson took a sip of his wine and looked at his watch. It was getting late, he would have to escort (Y/N) home. No telling what V would do to her if she was alone. Suddenly, Jackson heard a chair screech and looked up, thinking (Y/N) was back.

“How cute, you’re on a date,” V taunted him taking a seat in (Y/N)’s chair.

“What do you want?” Jackson sneered at V.

“I want many things, Jackson, but the one thing I want the most is the money you owe me, remember that? Of course you don’t, don’t even bother answering that question, you were too busy fooling around with a girl,” V scowled at Jackson, who looked like he was ready to murder V in the middle of the restaurant.

“First of all, it’s not me who owes you money, it’s JB, he’s the leader after all. Secondly, I’m not ‘fooling around with a girl’. I’m just spending time getting to know her, that’s all.”

“Well, tell JB to give me the money he owes me, and you are fooling around, let’s face it. How could I blame you, though? She’s a sight for sore eyes, very different from the average hooker.”

That comment crossed the line for Jackson. He stood up from his chair and slammed his hands on the table. V just sat in the chair with a smirk on his face. He wanted Jackson to get mad, he wanted Jackson to get violent. After all, Jackson had to be one of the most tame members of his group, right next to Youngjae. V just wanted to see Jackson’s true pontential, and then find his weakness.

However, to V’s disappointment, Jackson just took a deep breath and sat back down, earning him a scowl from V.

“I wouldn’t want to cause a scene, V. You know how the cops are looking for you. I wouldn’t want your empire to crumble. I suggest you go back to your table.”

V opened his mouth to protest, but he happened to see (Y/N) making her way back to the table, oblivious to what is going on with Jackson and him. He looked back at Jackson, giving him one more scowl, and stood up leaving the table.

You walked back to Jackson, lost in thought. After much thought on how you would approach the situation, you decided to just be up front about it. You were going to demand answers from him, and you weren’t going to back down. You thought of the exact words you were going to say to Jackson on your way back. However, a deep voice cut you out of your thoughts.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You looked up and there he was, V. You gulped, there he was, the man that stayed in your mind weeks after “meeting” him. Did he remember you? Probably not, he, unlike Jackson, wasn’t able to get a good look at you since you spent the majority of the time running away from him.

“Yes?” You replied, your voice shaking.

“I suggest you stay away from Jackson, he’s not who you think he is.”

“And why would I trust you? I don’t even know who you are!” You glared at him, trying to act brave.

“You might be right about not trusting me, but you are absolutely wrong about not knowing me. You know who I am, and I know who you are, even though you didn’t even bother introducing yourself after you saved your little boyfriend, (Y/N).”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend, and you’re just a nobody.”

“Don’t be so sure of that, sweetheart. After all, I am not just a nobody, you’ll see, so watch your back,” he said, winking at you before walking towards his table.

You quickly walked back to Jackson, who seemed completely clueless as to what just happened. After that conversation with V, your determination for answers increased drastically. As you sat down Jackson smiled at you, though he looked a bit bothered by something.

“Jackson, I want answers,” You said sternly.

“About what?”

“About everything! Why is V so dangerous? What do you work as? Can you please just answer everything?”

“… fine, I’ll answer your questions,” Jackson said running his hand through his hair.

“But let’s go somewhere else, I don’t trust anyone here,” he said, waving down a waiter for the bill.

Afterwards, Jackson drove you back to your apartment, and you were beyond terrified. Why didn’t he want to give you answers at the restaurant? Was it because of V? Pushing your thoughts aside, you decided to mentally brace yourself for what Jackson was going to tell you.

You led Jackson to your living room and sat down, patting the spot next to you. Jackson sat down and took several deep breathes, until finally he spoke.

“If I tell you, just promise you’ll keep this a secret. Take it to your grave, (Y/N).”

“I will, I promise,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, also promise you won’t freak out and stop talking to me.”

“I promise.”

“Okay, good, just making sure.”

“Just tell me already, Jackson!”

“Okay, okay! I’m in the mafia.”


“I. Am. In. The. Mafia.”

“Wha- but, how? You don’t seem like that type of guy.”

“I’m not, believe me. I just ended up being friends with the wrong kind of people, and then somehow I got sucked into the mafia.”

“Don’t you ever want to leave?”

“At times, yes, but most of the time I’m content. I’m spending time with the people who care about me the most. I might leave one day though, if possible, once I start a family.”

“What about V?”

“V is part of a very successful mafia gang, called BTS. It’s a silly name really, but they are one of the strongest out there, they practically run the state! They have many people on their side, we call them ARMY, but there are only six men who really have the most power.”

“Who are those men?”

“We know most of their names, they are: V, Rap Monster, Jin, J-Hope, Jimin, and Suga. However the-”

“How come they all have such strange names?” You asked, interrupting him.

“To protect their identities, nobody wants to get caught. Now, as I was saying, there is one new addition to BTS. Normally, this wouldn’t matter, but it has been rumored that this new person has been given a high position in the gang. Adding one more to the list of powerful in BTS.”

“Do you know their name?”

“Unfortunately, no. This makes it even more dangerous, they could be literally anyone, and we wouldn’t know.”

“What gang are you a part of?”

“I’m part of a gang called GOT7, and I have one of the high positions,” Jackson said semi-proudly.

“Can you tell me their names?”

“Hmm… sure, I guess. The leader of our gang is called JB, then there’s me, Mark, Jinyoung, Bambam, Younjae, and Yugyeom.”

“Oh, is your gang strong?”

“I’m pretty sure we are. We’re at least as strong as BTS.”

“Oh, well, I have one more question,” You said holding up one finger.

“Go ahead.”

“Why were you and V in the alley that night?”

“Well, BTS and GOT7 had a partial alliance.We would basically help each other out every now and then in exchange for never ratting our gangs out to the cops. However, one day we borrowed some money from BTS, and V wanted us to pay it back to him once we were able to. We sent the money, but, according to V, they never received it. So V called one of us to go meet and talk with him, and I was the lucky one who had to go. Soooooooo… You’re all caught up now,” Jackson said, smiling awkwardly.

“Wow, Jackson. Thank you so much for filling me in on everything,” You said holding his hands.

“I think it’s time that I go, it’s getting pretty late,” Jackson said, looking at the clock.

Jackson headed towards your door, however, he stopped before he could put his hand on the door knob.

“One more thing (Y/N), take care of yourself. V knows how you look like and he knows that you are somehow involved with the members of GOT7, and, believe me, that is enough reason for you to be murdered,” he turned back to the door and opened it before stopping again.

“I’m sorry to say it (Y/N), but you are now involved with the mafia, and you have little to no chance of ever being forgotten by any of us. Especially V.” 

(A/N): Sry for the long wait *cri* but I’m back and I am thinking about starting my first GOT7 fanfic

(and yes I know it is a different gif but work with me ok lol)

Alexander Skarsgård on inspiration for a sense memory as told to Bill Skarsgård for Interview magazine

ALEXANDER: [At 9 years old while they were both working on White Water Fury] You called your agent-slash-kindergarten teacher. I don’t remember you being upset, but I do have a very vivid memory where you wrapped early one day, and they took you back to the hotel, and I had another scene. When I got back, you were just standing outside in the parking lot, waiting for me, and it broke my heart. It was just the two of us. We obviously come from a big family back in Stockholm. I never felt needed. It was always chaos with Mom, Dad, uncles, you know, we all lived in the same building. Dinner parties with 25 people every night. And for the first time, you and I went away together, and suddenly I wasn’t just a big brother. I felt paternal. You were just standing in the parking lot waiting for your big brother to come home, because you didn’t know anyone and you didn’t know what to do. If I ever need a little sense memory for a scene, that vision of coming around the corner and seeing you standing there, this little boy in this massive parking lot, is really beautiful and heartbreaking. It was the first time I ever felt needed.

BILL: That’s a lovely story.

Sources: Interview magazine quotes by Alexander Skarsgård and Bill Skarsgård; my gif of my caps from The East, Melancholia, Generation Kill, True Blood (4.12 and 4.10), Hundtricket, War on Everyone, The Legend of Tarzan, Disconnect and The Giver.

One-shot #4

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader

Summary: [REQUEST] “…A Spencer Reid/Reader one-shot where the reader would knock at Spencer’s door one night, looking hurt, scared, and pale. Then she tells him she was attacked and that it happened near her house so she is scared to stay there alone.”

Warnings: I don’t know if this needs to be stated, but the attack scene included, just so you know before you read.

Word Count: 2,372


     "… Still craving your kiss, I’m longing to linger till dawn dear, just saying this, sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all the worries behind you, but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me…“

     I hummed along to Ella Fitzgerald’s voice as I walked through my kitchen, dancing slightly as I came to the curtains to close them. I turned away from the curtains and went to the sink, swaying to the familiar sound of the music as I began to wash the dishes.

     ”… Stars fading but I linger on dear, Still craving your kiss…“

     Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming in the house caused me to jump, and I froze as the music went on. My hands began to shake under the running water as my grip tightened on the handle of the pan I was washing, and I slowly reached up to turn the water off. As soon as the sound of the water was gone, I turned around, keeping my back pressed against the counter as I looked around the kitchen and living-room from where I stood.

     I noticed the lights in the hall across from me go out, and my breath caught in my throat as a the intruder stood in the hallway, coming slowly into the living room, their hand already reaching for the light switch. I looked them up and down, taking in what I could of their appearance. I had too many friends that worked in law enforcement to forget that this was going to help in the long run. If I made it out of this. As I tried to stay focused on the man, my head began to fill with questions, and my body began to tremble as he made his way towards the light switch.

     He was wearing a maroon baseball cap. Who is he? A large, dark denim jacket. Why is he here? The was dried painted splattered up the sleeve. How do I get out of this? He was tall, taller than my friend, Spencer. That would make him at least 6'2”. Run. Why aren’t you running? I couldn’t make myself move as the man switched off the lights, and darkness filled the house.
I was trying to think through my every move as I finally stopped shaking, and adrenaline began to kick in. There was a counter between us, and he had been in the living room. I need light. I’m across the kitchen from the light switch, but does he know that? How well does he know my house?

     Slowly, the music became louder, and I knew he had to be standing next to the stereo, closer to the kitchen light switch than I was. If I ran for it, he would be faster for that. The front door was down the hall across the living room. He was closer to that as well. Upstairs wouldn’t be a good idea.

     “… Gotta keep dreaming leave all worries behind you, But in your dreams whatever they be…” The ending of the song came closer, and I noticed that he was singing along. Quietly, and deeply, before he began to move towards me. My grip tightened on the handle of the pan, and I only hoped that this would be enough to fight back with. I turned quickly, hoping not to run into anything in the darkness, and trying to find my way closer to the back hallway. My hip hit the kitchen table, and suddenly, he jumped forwards. I swung, but he grabbed my hand, and the pan fell, ringing as it hit the floor, and I flinched. Strong, rough hands. From what I could see in the dim street light coming in through the curtains, he had something in his other hand. I couldn’t tell what it was until he brought his hand up, and the blade of his knife shone slightly in the hazy light from the covered window.  

     I yelled, bringing my knee up quickly and slamming it into his stomach. He grunted, attempting to keep his grip on my wrist, but I used my other leg, kicking him in the shin before pushing his arm with my free hand. His hand slipped from around my wrist, and I ran. He came after, tripping me and causing my to fall to my knees on the living-room floor. As quickly as he could, he pushed me over and began to crawl on top of me. I screamed, and his free hand instantly went to my throat, the other holding the knife against my side. I pushed my shoulders backward, attempting to alleviate some of the pressure of his hand around my throat, and fighting back as well as I could. His hand loosened around my throat, and I took this as  chance to scratch at his face.

     I felt his knife press roughly against my side, but ignored the pain of the blade as I continued to fight back. He tried to grab my wrists, and I worked my leg upwards, setting my knee against his chest and pushing him off of me. I could feel the blood against my skin from where he had used the knife against my side, and I gasped for breath as I scrambled to my feet, kicking at him as he was still on the ground. Once I got up, I turned instantly, falling against the wall until I could turn on the lights, and I ran into the hallway, running for the front door.

     Suddenly, I felt my heart drop. Please, let my keys be on this table. I ran to the door, opening it and turning to grab my keys, but they were gone. A sob escaped me as I remembered setting them in the kitchen when I had first gotten home, and I ran out of the front door. I went towards the shed in the back yard, attempting to catch my breath. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the man run around the corner behind me, and I ran. I dodged between the shed and the house, running through the back door, which I knew had to be the way he had initially gotten in. To my luck, I was right, and the door was unlocked, I stumbled in, slamming the door behind myself and locking it.

     “… You gotta make a promise, promise to me, you’ll dream, dream a little dream of me.”

     I gasped for air as I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my keys, as I ran towards the front door I heard the man scream, slamming his fists on the back door window. I ran outside, getting into my car and pulling out before I had even shut my door. I didn’t look to see if the man was in my mirror as I went. I knew there was no way he had made it around the house before I had gotten in the car and left, and I didn’t care about anything else but getting away.

     Before I even knew where I was going, I parked outside of Spencer’s apartment building, and I took what felt like the first breath I had taken in all night. I got out of the car, my entire body trembling as I walked up, staring at the floor until I reached his door. I raised my hand quickly, knocking frantically and waiting for an answer, not even trying to keep myself from looking over my shoulder as I waited. I could feel a burning under my skin up my neck and face, from where I had been slammed into my living-room floor, and I only hoped that it wouldn’t bruise.

     Suddenly, the door opened, and I jumped, my eyes instantly filling with tears at the sight of a familiar face. “Y/N?”

     I looked up at him, and when my eyes met his, I could see the concern on his face. I knew I was shaking, I had to look like a complete mess, but I didn’t care. “Reid.” His name escaped me sounding more like a sob than a name at all, and I rushed forward, collapsing into his chest as tears began to run down my face.

     "Y/N, what is going on?“ He wrapped his arms around me, but pulled away slightly to look at me. “What happened to you?” He moved, his hand gently framing my face.

     I couldn’t speak correctly, much less did I know how to explain what had happened. “There was,” I took in a shaky breath, and he waited patiently, “he was in my house.”

     The concerned look on Spencer’s face instantly turned to understanding, and he clenched his jaw, leading me to his couch. I shook my head, pulling away from the couch, and he looked at me in confusion. “Bathroom.” I mumbled, and he nodded quickly, walking with me. I leaned against the counter, pulling myself up to sit on the bathroom counter, trying to catch my breath.

     He waited silently, watching me carefully until I looked up at him to speak. “Reid, do you have bandages?” His eyebrows came together, and he bent down, opening the cabinet and pulling out a kit of bandages. I glanced at myself in the mirror, and my eyes widened at the sight of the deep blue and purple bruises already forming around my neck and up the side of my face. I looked down at my wrist, which was still sore, and noticed that the same colors were beginning to appear there as well.

     "Why do you- Y/N-“ He was cut off as I slowly peeled my shirt away from my side, holding it above the cut that the man’s blade had given me, flinching slightly at the feeling of the fabric being pulled from the dried blood. It was only a small cut, but it was deep enough to cause a slight aching pain, and I clenched my jaw as I tied my shirt out of the way, and Spencer began to open the kit, pulling out bandages and rambling to himself.

     After we finished cleaning the cut, Spencer gave me one of his sweatshirts to borrow, and I sat down in his living-room, pulling my knees up to my chest as I sat on the couch, leaning against the arm. Reid was pacing, his hands running through his hair. "Reid, sit down.” I spoke quietly, staring at the floor and waiting for him to sit in the chair across from me. “I need to tell you everything before I forget.” I spoke, knowing that shock was the only thing keeping me from responding with tears and sobs.

     When he finally sat down, he took a deep breath. “Okay,” He started, “Tell me everything you remember.” He spoke, and I nodded slowly.

     "Well,“ I started, "I know it was a male. About 6'3”, with a broad build. He was wearing a maroon cap, with a dark blue denim jacket. There was white paint splattered up the sleeve. The left sleeve, because he turned that arm towards me when he turned out the lights. He had been in the house before I had gotten home.“ I stopped, taking time to breath and stay calm, "I know because the front door was locked, he had come in the back, but when he attacked me he came form the front hallway. He turned out the lights there first. Then he turned out the living-room light. I was in the kitchen, washing dishes. he had to have been wearing heavy boots, because I could hear his footprints even when he was walking across the carpet in the living room when he went to turn up the stereo I had playing."I told Spencer everything I could remember, and then fell silent, staring at the floor again.

     Reid walked over and sat down beside me, trying to be a comfort. But he was silent, and his eyebrows came together as I began to laugh. "Who does that?” I asked, “Who evaluates the stranger that had broken into their house? Why didn’t I run?” I looked up at him, and his face was blank. “I spend too much time around you and the other agents.” I joked, and he shook his head.

     "You don’t need to try to find the humor in this, Y/N. There isn’t any.“ He spoke, and I leaned into his chest, smiling softly as he wrapped his arm around me. "You have to deal with this.”

     I nodded simply, hugging myself as I leaned against him. “It’ll come.” I mumbled, and I felt his arm tighten around me slightly. “But for now, I just don’t want to go home.”

     I felt Spencer move, “I should call Morgan and the rest of the team. They will want to help you. Garcia is going to be a mess when she hears about this-”
     "And so she won’t.“ I cut him off, reaching out and grabbing his shirt to keep him from getting up. "At least not until the morning.” I spoke, and he looked down at me, his eyes filled with worry. “Please.” I begged, pulling slightly on his shirt to keep him from going anywhere, and he settled into the couch again, his arm tightening around me again.
     After a while of silence, I spoke again. “I just don’t get it.” I mumbled, and Spencer looked down at me. I was laying down on the couch now, my head on his thigh. “My neighborhood was so safe for the longest time, but these last few years-” My voice drifted off, and Spencer shook his head, running his fingers through my hair gently. His eyes were scanning my face, and I knew he was looking at the bruises.
     "Don’t worry about that Y/N. Like you said, we will figure this all out in the morning.“ He whispered, and I nodded softly. "You need to get rest. You can take my bed-”
     I shook my head, “I don’t want to be alone.” I cut him off as we sat up, and he hesitated before nodding simply. 
     "I understand.“ He spoke simply, and I thanked him as we walked to his bedroom.
     "Thank you.”


Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it! Please feel free to send me feedback, whether it be in an ask, a message, or anything else! I really appreciate any and all feedback, and I would also like to mention that requests are ALWAYS open! Again, thank you so much! Much Love, X.

You know this season kind of let me down but this two 🙏🏼 I love their scenes, they always talk about everything and they are both so smart and even if they have different ideas they kind of complete each other and they always try to understand each other 😩❤️ and Yousef always takes care of Sana, always thinks about what she might need… I’m sorry mama Bakkoush but you’re wrong, Yousef might not be Muslim but he treats Sana the way she deserves and that should be the most important thing. And you don’t need someone with your same religion to support you when you have doubts, you just need someone who loves you and knows that religion is important to you.

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Coincidence: Chapter 2

Chapter 1  Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, sexual jokes

Word Count: 1,561

It had been a few weeks since your first encounter with V and you hadn’t been able to get a proper rest since. The scene plagued your mind 24/7 with a myriad of unanswered questions. It seemed like you just couldn’t concentrate without knowing what exactly occurred on that night.

“Hey, (Y/N)! You still with me?” your best friend Jungkook yelled at you, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, totally, man! What were we talking about?” you replied while scratching your head bashfully.

“Well I was talking about how you need to get laid”

“No I don’t!” you giggled, slapping him on the chest.

“Yes you do! All you do is stay inside your apartment watching Netflix; you need to get out and find yourself a man,” you slapped him once again.

“Or girl? I don’t judge.”

“Oh my god Jungkook! I am straight, you know that!”

Jungkook just laughed and stood up, motioning for you to follow him.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

You simply nodded and followed him. You hadn’t known Jungkook for long, a year at the most, but, it felt as if you had known him forever. He was one of your first friends in college, making socializing so much easier. He was the social and confident type. However, what surprised you the most was the fact that he has trouble communicating with girls he finds attractive. He would always stumble on his words and end up saying something completely humiliating. It was amazing, really, watching how fast this confident man turned into a shy five-year-old.

You followed the tall man as he maneuvered both of you through the crowded streets, finally arriving at a small diner a little ways away from the school building. Surprisingly, the diner was nearly empty despite being in close range of the school, must be expensive.

“Kookie, how much would this place cost? You know I don’t have a lot of money,” you said tugging on Jungkook’s sleeve.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I have plenty of money!” He grinned, showing off his teeth.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Something with Jungkook seemed a bit off lately. He had recently acquired a new job after he got fired from the same coffee shop you work at currently. You were happy for him, of course! It’s just that you have no clue what he’s working as, especially with the amount of money he has now. You’re afraid he’s working as something shady, but, to keep faith in your dear friend, as of now you have elected to believe that he is a male stripper.

You both walked towards an empty table. Once you guys sat down, Jungkook started inspecting your surroundings. It was a classic 1960s themed diner with a jukebox in the corner, most likely out of order. Overall, it was in great shape.

“Hey, (Y/N), look at that guy over there, he looks like he just got dumped,” Jungkook whispered to you while directing his to a stranger a few tables away.

You looked over to where Jungkook was staring at and saw a man with his head down on the table. He was breathing heavily, as if it was going to be the last one he could ever have. You felt sorry for the man, he was clearly stressed and scared, similar to how you were before your math final.

“You should go talk to him, (Y/N), he’s obviously single,” Jungkook leaned in and whispered to you, quickly apologizing after you glared at him.

You kept staring at the man, something about him seemed familiar, you just couldn’t figure out what. Was he from your hometown? Probably not, his clothes are too nice. Where did you remember him from then? Suddenly, the man lifted his head up and you were able to see his face. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Not too bad, (Y/N), he seems like your type,” Jungkook smiles at you before he turns back to look at the man.

You remembered where you last saw him. He was there that night. It was Jackson motherfucking Wang, the man you accidentally saved while escaping. Should you go and ask him what the whole event that you saved him from was about? No. No, don’t. He probably doesn’t even remember you. Yea, you’ll just stay sitting with Jungkook.

“Excuse me, sir! You seem lonely, would you like to sit with us?” Jungkook suddenly yelled across the diner.

“What the actual fuck, Jungkook!” you whisper yelled at Jungkook, terrified.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), I saw the way you were looking at him! You can thank me at your wedding,” he smirked at you as you prayed that Jackson wouldn’t notice Jungkook yelling at him from your table.

However, god wasn’t on your side today as Jackson looked over at you two and smiled. He stood up from his table and casually walked over to you two. Jungkook quickly made room for Jackson so he would be seated right in front of you. Once Jackson was seated, Jungkook was ready to embarrass the living fuck out of you.

“Hello there! I’m Jungkook and my lovely female friend here is (Y/N),” Jungkook said, putting emphasis on the word female.

“Hi, I’m Jackson,” he casually replied, smiling brightly. How could someone smile that big?

“Did I mention (Y/N) is single and is looking for a male partner?” Jungkook said casually, putting emphasis on the word male.

“Jungkook, you can’t just say that!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up at the boy’s words.

Jackson just laughed and smiled cheekily at you. Did he not recognize you?  Thank god! This would be much easier if he didn’t remember you from that night. You could just have some small talk, maybe even go on one date, who knows? He definitely was on the good looking side of the male population.

You all casually made small talk and eventually ordered your food. Everything seemed to be going great, and you believed that you would be able to make it out alive. That is, until the little shit known as Jungkook excused himself to “go to the bathroom”. As he walked out of Jackson’s view he looked back at you, and, you swear, what he did next made you blush a million shades of red. Jungkook put his arms out in front of him and thrust his hips into them repeatedly and gave you a thumbs up.

“So, (Y/N), who do you work for?” Jackson asked, bringing your attention back to him.

“What do you mean? Like, where I work at?”

“No, I mean a person,” he looked into your eyes. Did he remember you? What did he mean?

“Well, I work for this really nice old lady in a coffee shop. I feel so bad because I don’t remember her name,” you sighed, puffing out your cheeks.

“Oh, so it was all a coincidence then?”

“Do you remember me?” you asked nervously.

“Of course I do, you technically saved my life!” Jackson exclaimed with a humongous smile on his face.

“Then, can you explain to me why that whole event took place? Who’s V? Who’re you?”

“Nope! These lips are sealed, darling,” Jackson said while acting as if he was zipping up his own lips.

This was great. He actually remembered you, but he can’t tell you what the hell happened on that night.

“But, what I can do, is to at least take you out on a date as compensation,” he smiled innocently at you.

“And you have absolutely no excuses to reject me. Your friend told me all about your requirements in a partner. I happen to meet all of them,” he smirked as you giggled.

“Fine, I guess we could go on one date.”

Jackson smiled and nodded happily. He seemed so different from the man you saw weeks ago, it’s amazing. Jackson reached inside his pocket and pulled out a pen, writing down his number on a napkin and passing it to you.

“Call me sometime, (Y/N), and we can set up that date,” he said as he stood up from his seat, starting to walk away before he hesitated and looked back.

“Listen, if you ever see that man, V, again, walk away. Don’t interact with him at all. He is a very dangerous man, and he is definitely very pissed at you for letting me get away. I’m just looking out for you, you’re innocent,” he said before slapping some money on the table and casually walking out of the diner.

“Coincidentally” Jungkook came back at the exact same time Jackson left. He looked like a child on Christmas day, smiling with little stars in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed by the stunt he pulled.

“So, how’d it go?” Jungkook leaned in expectantly.

“Well…” you said, holding up the napkin with Jackson’s number on it.

“Oh my god! I’m so proud of you, my child!” he jumped up clapping.

You just laughed at your best friend’s antics. However, you still had doubts in the back of your mind. Especially about how similarly Jungkook and Jackson acted when you asked them about their jobs. Were they related somehow? No, you needed to ignore these thoughts for now. They would get answered eventually.

You would make sure of it.

Interviewer: “We always see with this character, there’s a little bit of this dark underbelly pulling him towards Hannibal and towards what Hannibal represents.”

Hugh: *places his hand on his belly where Will would have the scar Hannibal gave him*

Can we talk about the fact that Hugh did that? That he places his hand where Hannibal left a scar on Will and where Hannibal clung to Will’s shirt in the final scene of The Wrath of the Lamb? Like, Hugh hears ‘belly’ and ‘Hannibal’ and ‘pulling towards’ and he reacts with that gesture. Let’s talk about that gesture because look at the way he does it with that caress and how he makes a little grabbing motion and how he bounces his leg. 

Someone? Anyone? I just, I really, really need us to talk about this ok?? 

I understand there’s probably going to be a huge confrontation scene between the girl squad where Sana will tell them everything about how she’s feeling but for now I kinda want her to just ditch them and hang out with the boy squad. She needs the kind of emotional support they gave isak in season 3…

                                                hey you guys!!

Did you all see this awesome discovery by the lovely & brilliant proudcaryler

It’s been three damn years, and countless rewatches of that scene and I still never caught this tiny gesture. xP 

But now that I see it, I like it. :D Very much. Look at how he’s just stroking her arm like he knows how painful this is and wants her to know he’s there. <3 

Because he feels his presence would help her. (Which it does, even if Carol is in too much shock and pain to be aware of it at this point in time.) 

Anyway, we’ll go ahead and file it under the ‘moments where Caryl touched so fucking small you had no idea you needed to know about them but you definitely doooo’ category!

Many thank yous to proudcaryler for the usage of her video so I could make this gif. (Because I’m a nut like that, that, yes, I had to gif it. iregretnothing)