let me hit you with a shovel

Out of My League (Part 1)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader 
Summary: The insecure!reader thinks she has no chance with Sam before Dean takes the matters into his own hands. 
Warnings: None, except excessive use of different fandoms:)
Word Count: 1.560
A/N: Thank you everyone for the notes on my first story! I hope you guys like this one too! :) 

If this were a movie, this would be the sad music scene where it’d rain outside and it’d cut to you lying on your bed while your best friend consoled you.

“Y/N. You have that stupid look on your face again.”

And instead, you were stuck with one and only polite Dean Winchester while the waitress flirted with the love of your life.

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finns-roses  asked:

Nah just pick one :D

@strong-bottle-of-jyn sent me a star and let me have dealer’s choice for the kiss prompt, so I’m gonna go rebelcaptain + spin the bottle kiss (modern AU):

The empty green bottle went flying across the room, and Bodhi’s nervous voice followed the clatter of it hitting the ground. “That–-that’s not meant to be used as a weapon, Jyn!”

Jyn smirked. “Whoops. It slipped out of my hand.”

Cassian pressed his lips together and sighed. He excused himself from the nice conversation he was having with a perfectly nice, pretty redhead and made a beeline for his sometimes friend–-and his regular aggravation.

He reached Jyn and touched her arm. She jerked away, but then seeing it was him, relaxed. “What’s up?” she said casually, as though she hadn’t just tried to instigate a fight.

“Leia was very nice in inviting us, and I’m sure she’d appreciate if we didn’t have her party end with the cops coming over.”

“Melshi was hitting on me. I just had to let him know what I thought about it.”

“You could’ve just told him you weren’t interested.”

“I’ve done that, Cassian. Repeatedly. That kind of guy needs to be hit with a shovel to get the hint. I didn’t have one, so I used a bottle instead. I think I made myself clear.”

Cassian ran his hands through his hair, then pinched his nose. “Just promise me you won’t stir up anymore trouble, okay?”

“Sure, sure, Captain,” she said, grinning.

“Please don’t call me that. I know you mean it in the most insulting way possible.”

“Alright then, Cassian.” 

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atsuwee  asked:

Both my parents are in the hospital, and I haven't been in school for days because a stomach virus. For some reason, seeing how positive you are with things is making it easier for me to be positive too. They maybe in the hospital, but that means they're getting help and they're safe. I had a lot of time to draw and rest ( and eat snacks.) I'm so proud of you for everything, and I love you lots. For you art, your personality, and for your positivity

I know this is a late reply, but I hope you and your parents are both okay, and I hope you’ve got the virus settled by now! And look at you, you’ve trekked through today, I’m proud of you too. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

I do think the “I’ve hit rock bottom, but I’ve got a shovel” mindset is very unhealthy. Sometimes, you really have to let the little good things buoy you through the big hard times. 

Stand Up Straight, Dear (Conversations With a Dear Old Friend)

Can you understand desire
To hitch your skin, ride your life through
Extension cord of me stretching
To ground I’m shoveling on my head
To wave indulgent shrug over the pain
I shoved under your skin
To see the vast cast of trench diggers
Shoveling pain behind
And let me live separate
From moments hit your nervous mind
Unforgettable back bending
History making pain that only lives
In you
Let go be free to be the one
Obsessing need
I always imagined I could be
If only
I wasn’t you
Bending over with pain
If only
You’d see life as this
It’s both what has always been
And what will never come again


Park Place (5/7)

Summary: You go on your usual walk with your dog only to bump into someone special.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: ~1700

Warnings: One cuss word. A little bit of angst I guess? But there’s still some cuteness in there too :)

A/N: Yay! I finally got my crap together and wrote everything out, so now you know exactly how many parts are left! Since this series is almost over, if you’d like me to write some more stuff in the down time before I post another series (I have the first part mostly done), send me requests! And, if anyone reads this, how do people feel about the possibility of smut, whether in one-shots or in a series? I’m just nervous to post something with it in case it sucks. Please let me know!

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @lilasiannerd @feelmyroarrrr @barnesfuckedmeup @andhiseyesweregreen


 When you went back to the Avengers tower to see Bucky, you were welcomed by the others, too. Once again, you had brought more cookies, since they were such a hit last time.

         “Everyone agrees that we’re hiring Y/N to make us cookies, right?” Sam asked as he shoveled three into his mouth.

         “Hey, I’m broke, I could use the money,” you admitted. “Glad you like them so much.”

         Bucky welcomed you with a hug, which you reciprocated immediately. You two were growing closer, and you were a bit scared of your feelings for Bucky – with who he was, it would be no normal relationship. But at the same time, wouldn’t it be? If you two wanted to be together, shouldn’t that be the only thing that mattered?

         But you shook your head, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. You didn’t need to think about that now. You turned to see Wanda look knowingly at you. You’d have to talk to her later, as she was getting to know you, too. The girls were much better confidants than any of the boys. The moment you’d tell Steve, you’d suddenly find yourself standing in front of Bucky with him knowing your feelings the next. The man couldn’t keep a secret when it came to things like that.

         You and Bucky went upstairs to his room, where you both sat down on his bed to talk. You noticed Bucky seemed a bit distant, and you decided to bring it up.

         “Hey, are you okay, Bucky?” you asked, placing a hand on his arm.

         He sighed, and looked to you. “We got called in for a mission, in South America. I’ll be honest with you – I tried to get out of going, tried to offer up replacements instead of me to go so I could spend time with you, but Fury wouldn’t have it. They… they need me. At least Steve does.”

         Your face paled a little, but you couldn’t be shocked – this was their job, after all.

         “When do you leave?” you asked.

         “Saturday morning,” Bucky answered. “If all goes well, we should be back by Wednesday.”

         You took in a deep breath, and let it out, nodding. “Well, bring me back a souvenir.”

         Bucky smiled, but it was forced. “I don’t want to leave, doll. I’d much rather stay here and run with Lola and learn more about you. But I have to go.”

         “I know. You have to go be a super soldier,” you said, nudging him lightly.

         “Mr. Barnes, Y/N, your presence is requested in the living room,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out.

         “Who wants us?” Bucky asked.

         “Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers, sir.”

         “All right, if it’s not just Tony,” Bucky grumbled, standing up. He helped you up, wrapping your arm in his right one, leading you downstairs to the living room.

         You separated before you got there, not wanting to look too conspicuous. Wanda winked at you, and you tried to hold back your smile.

         “Oh, hey, Y/N. I have a quick question,” Tony said, turning to you.

         “I’m not going to like this, am I?” you asked hesitantly, looking at Steve. He shrugged.

         “I’d maybe give it a listen,” he said.

         “We all know I always speak pure amazingness, so yes, you should listen. As Manchurian candidate probably already told you while you two were canoodling, we’re all off on a mission. That would leave the tower empty, and I hate for it to be lonely,” Tony said. “That’s where you come in. You’d stay here while we’re gone. You don’t even have to do anything – just sleep here, maybe enjoy some of the thousand amenities we have. And your pooch can stay here too, if you keep her off the couches. And we’ll pay you for the extra gas money it takes to commute, and just for what you’re doing.”

         “You’d pay me to house-sit?” you asked. “Except it’s not even house-sitting – the damn thing can take care of itself with all of the technology you guys have here. Why do you need me?”

         “Come on, Y/N,” Steve spoke up. “It’s just you staying here for less than a week. You come here so often anyway. Our guest wing is very comfortable.”

         “‘Guest wing?’” you repeated, your voice a few octaves higher.

         “Okay, another reason for you to stay,” Sam interjected. “It sucks to return home to an empty house. It’d be nice to have someone here to come home to. Maybe with some baked treats if she feels so inclined.”

         You rolled your eyes, but Sam’s idiotic comment did tug at your heartstrings a little.

         “Yeah, you get to welcome your soldier home,” Tony joked. You blushed, tossing a glance to Bucky, who was trying to hide a smile.

         “I don’t know,” you sighed. You looked around at all of the people looking at you, all of them seemingly wanting you to do this. They were all basically giving you the ASCPA look, way stronger than any standard puppy dog eyes. Your resolve crumbled when you saw Bucky, a soft smile on his face formed as you looked at him, and you noticed the faint rims of tiredness around his eyes.

         “Okay,” you muttered, barely even audible. “I’ll do it.”

         “You’re the best, dear!” Tony exclaimed, and pulled you into a sudden hug. Steve followed next, and eventually you were passed on from Avenger to Avenger until you reached your favorite, Bucky. His hug was obviously the best.

         Friday night, you drove back to the tower with your duffel bag filled with all of the stuff you needed, as well as Lola in the backseat.  You were settling in the night before, so you didn’t have to worry about unpacking while saying goodbye at the same time. Bucky came out to help you with your bags, and he surprised you by bringing you up to his room, not the guest wing.

         “You can sleep here,” he said. “My bed is way more comfortable than the guest wing’s.”

         Slowly, you nodded. You were only a few months into knowing him, and here you were moving in, even if it was just for a few days.

         You went into the bathroom, changing into a pair of pajamas. When you came out, Bucky surprised you by being in a chair pulled up beside the bed, his ankles crossed on it as he leaned back.

         “What are you doing?” you asked him.

         “Sleeping,” he replied. “I’m not going to make you sleep in the chair, doll.”

         You rolled your eyes at him. “Well, I’m not going to either. You can sleep in the bed, Bucky.”

         “Doll, I don’t want to have you—“

         You crossed your arm, raising an eyebrow at him. He did the same, and there was a ghost of a smile on his face.

         “You can’t win this, Y/N,” Bucky told you, his eyes glaring playfully into yours.

         Sighing, you shrugged, grabbing one of the pillows. “I guess I’ll just sleep on the floor. I mean, if you’re not going to take the bed, I’m not going to either.”

         He sighed. “Doll—”

         “You can’t win this, Bucky,” you repeated his words back. He rolled his eyes.

         “So what, you want the chair?” he asked you.

         “No, obviously not. I was thinking we could share the bed since we’re both so stubborn – it’s certainly big enough. I-I mean, if you’re comfortable with it.”

         Bucky’s eyes widened for a moment before he cleared his throat. “Only if you’re comfortable with it, too.”

         “I obviously am if I offered to share it with you, dummy. Now hurry up and get settled.”

         Bucky smiled, and stood up, pushing the chair back to his desk, lifting up the covers to climb in on the other side of the bed. You scooted in next to him, keeping a respectable distance between you as you flipped off the light. But the room was a bit cold, and you could feel the warmth of his skin radiating underneath the covers and next to you, and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle up against him.

         He broke the silence first. “Do you mind if I—”

         Knowing what he wanted, and smiling at the fact he wanted to as well, you both moved closer together, you resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer. He pressed a featherlight kiss on the top of your head.

         “Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

         The morning came way too early, and you ignored Bucky’s suggestions of just going back to sleep, as you wanted to say goodbye to everyone. Especially him. You had gone and gotten feelings for an Avenger, and you knew it was going to be difficult, even if you never told him.

         After getting dressed, you sat back down on the bed, watching Bucky pack his things. He started putting on all of his tactical gear, and you shook your head in disbelief as you watched him.

         “How do you deal with that many buckles?” you asked.

         He laughed and shrugged in response. Once he was packed, he stepped up to you. “Listen, Y/N, I… I wanted you to have this.” Bucky pulled out a small band from a pocket in his vest. Grabbing your hand gently, he dropped it into your palm. You turned it over, examining it. “It’s a communication device. It taps into mine, and mine only, so we can talk without the others hearing in. I promise I’ll contact you at least once a day, no matter what.”

         You smiled, relieved at the thought of being able to contact Bucky while he was away. This would certainly ease your mind a little, being able to ask him how everyone was doing, or how the mission was progressing.

         “Thank you,” you muttered, clipping the band around your wrist. You reached up, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Please stay safe, okay? You’re the only one Lola loves the most besides me.”

         Bucky laughed as he wrapped his arms around you as well, squeezing you lightly. You wanted nothing more than to just stay here forever, to keep him safe here. To stay with him. “I won’t leave my favorite girl,” he responded.    

         You rolled your eyes, being glad he couldn’t see your sarcastic response at him saying Lola would be who he would miss the most. But Bucky reluctantly pulled away with a sigh, and kissed the top of your forehead. “I’ll talk to you later, doll. We’ll be back before you know it.”

         You somehow knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

Cupid’s Arrow

Dean Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Summary: While hunting a Cupid, Dean and the Reader are hit by the Cupid’s arrow which put’s Sam in danger.

Stars in the sky shimmered, as the Impala you were currently riding in passed underneath them. Resting your head on your hand, you stared up at them, in a daze. This road trip was going on six hours and you were tired of listening to the boys argue, of Sam’s bad gas that had you continuously rolling your window down, and of the classic rock playing non stop on the radio. Usually you loved Dean’s choice in music, however you were tired of anything that had to do with the road.

“How long until we stop for the night?” You finally asked, dragging your gaze from the window to look at the men in the front seat. Dean, whom you had a crush on, was driving, while his brother Sam, your best friend, sat in the passenger side. Both insanely good looking men, women always glared daggers at you when you were with them.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, it’s only about 15 more minutes.” Dean replied, taking his eyes off the road for one minute to connect with yours in the rear view mirror. It might be night time, but the green orbs sparkled brightly as he gave you a reassuring smile.

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lyrics sentence starters ( marilyn manson edition )

note: there are some darker sentences in this list, so a minor trigger warning for some dark themes.

  • “ we don’t need a bigger knife. we got guns.”
  • “ you’d better watch yourself.”
  • “ i got my lunchbox and i’m armed real well.”
  • “ it’s like a stranger had a key and came inside my mind, and moved all my things around.”
  • “ love is evil.”
  • “ sin is sincere.”
  • “ i can’t decide if you’re wearing me out or wearing me well.”
  • “ i just feel like i’m condemned to wear someone else’s hell .”
  • “ i’d rather be your victim, than to be with you.”
  • “ i don’t know if i can open up. i’ve been opened enough.”
  • “ i’m not a birthday present.”
  • “ the past is over.”
  • “ i’m feeling stoned and alone and i’m ready to meet my maker.”
  • “ i’m breaking the rules if i can glue ‘em back together.”
  • “ i don’t need hope to know that you’d die slow.”
  • “ you are what you beat.”
  • “ when you look up, what will you see?”
  • “ don’t bring your black heart to bed.”
  • “ when i wake up, you best be gone or you’d better be dead.”
  • “ you could laugh all day, but you can’t laugh the darkness away.”
  • “ this is your death.”
  • “ folks said i look like death.”
  • “ this is the house of death.”
  • “ i’m not a slave to a world that doesn’t give a shit.”
  • “ i’m a rebel from the waist down.”
  • “ you’re full of shit.”
  • “ don’t be surprised when we destroy all of it.”
  • “ you’re just a copy of an imitation.”
  • “ we have no future.”
  • “ heaven wasn’t made for me.”
  • “ sometimes i feel so worthless.”
  • “ sometimes i feel discarded.”
  • “ i wish that i was good enough, then i’d know that i’m not alone.”
  • “ tomorrow’s canceled.”
  • “ i know now that i’m forever dirt.”
  • “ i’m someone stupid just like you.”
  • “ right now i feel i belong for the first time.”
  • “ it never heals, it never goes away.”
  • “ you don’t have what it takes.”
  • “ the center of the universe cannot exist when there are no edges.”
  • “ this’ll hurt you worse than me.”
  • “ i’m weak seven days a week.”
  • “ don’t run from me, i won’t bother counting one, two, three.”
  • “ you don’t even want to know what i’m gonna do to you.”
  • “ i’ve got no reflection.”
  • “ you look so pretty when you cry.”
  • “ i don’t wanna hit you, but the only thing between our love is a bloody nose, a busted lip and a blackened eye.”
  • “ don’t ever say i never warned you from the start.”
  • “ you’re not a shovel and i’m not your dirt.”
  • “ i won’t regret letting you live.”
  • “ i could give you a dozen fresh cut.”
Piano lessons...not so much.

A/N: sorry i have been pretty mia but i have honestly just been too lazy to write. please dont hate me? *hands out cookies.*

Y/n’s P.O.V.

I pushed backwards with all my might trying my best to not have to go through that door. Behind me my brother way doing opposition trying to push me towards the door. I kept trying to run back to the car but he pulled me backwards and kept pushing me towards the door.

“No Dallon I’m not going that’s final okay?” I yelled and he smirked shaking his head. Pushing me forward again.

“You’re the one who wanted to learn how to play piano. And as you put it yourself ‘I’m a poor college student I don’t have money for piano lessons.’.” He said mocking my voice as he did. I stopped and turned around looking at him.

“I do not sound like that. ” I protested.

He chuckled and kept pushing me forward. I did not struggle for a few steps and he looked pleased, too bad for him, he relaxed thinking I had finally given in and accepted my fate. Never in a million years.

I made a run for the car and he groaned as I was almost there I struggled with opening the door. That was my final flaw he shook his head at me as he walked over to me.

“Okay this is getting annoying. You gonna come in?” He said crossing his arms across his chest. I turned around to face him, damn he was serious with this.

“No.” I said and he sighed and nodded.

“Fine.” He said and walked towards the car.

I smirked and nodded. That was right, I loved getting my way, internally I was doing a victory dance. He walked towards just as he walked past me he grinned and in a matter of seconds my feet were off the ground and he carried me on his shoulder. I hit his back lightly as he carried me away from the car.

“Let me down Dallon.” I yelled he scoffed and chuckled a little.

“No way in hell.” He said and rang the doorbell.

I groaned and accepted that today I would sadly, not get my will. The door opened but I could not see who was behind it. I heard a soft chuckle that was like music to my ears.

“Is there a reason you are carrying her. Or do I need to bury another body.” He said joking, and Dallon chuckled, I could feel him shrug.

“Get the shovel.” He said joking.

“No, she did not want to go, took me ten minutes getting her here so eventually I just gave up and figured, this was easier.” He said.

“Okay you have two hours and please, do not sleep with my sister. There are things in this world I do not want to see that is one of them.” He said making the guy chuckle.

I did not know if he was joking or not but what did he think of me. No way in hell I would sleep with my creepy piano teacher. Finally he let me down from his shoulder and smiled. He gave me a quick hug and walked off.

“Sis I will see you later, watch out, she is a runner.” He said smirking I chuckled and shook my head he got in the car and i watched it drive away.

There goes my way out of here, damn it, i was stuck for two hours, let’s just get it overwith. Finally I turned around and my mouth dropped open and I chuckled to myself a little. Dallon had been super secretive about who he had gotten to give me piano lessons for free. Next time I would have liked a heads up, I smiled and waves at him awkwardly, making him chuckle.

“So you gonna run off or do you wanna come inside.” He said.

“I will just go inside, he has driven away, two hours should not be that bad so.” I said and he nodded moving to the side letting me in.

I walked infront of him looking around. Also fangirling internally. Why did he have to be so hot? It was not fair.

He came up behind me so he could walk beside me, which I was pretty grateful for because I did not know where we were going. Partly because I was too busy drooling over Brendon to notice where we were going.

“So why did you want to learn play piano?” He asked and I looked at him.

“You’re so hot.” I said but only realizing what I had said after the words had left my lips he chuckled.

“Thank you.” He said smirking, god i wanted to wipe it off his face.

“I am sorry, I say inappropriate things when im nervous.” I said and he nodded and smiled.

“No need to be nervous, it’s just me.” He said smiling

It did actually make a feel a bit more comfortable. He opened a door inside was a really pretty studio themed room. He had sound proofed it, a mic, guitars on the wall, a drum kit and a piano in the corner. We walked over and he sat down and I scooted in beside him.

“So am I ever going to get my question answered or do you want to say more ‘inappropiate things?” He said chuckling I shrugged.

“Which one would you like?” I said trying to be flirty but mentally slapped myself for being idiotically embarrassing he chuckled.

“No matter how much I adore girls swooning over me, I would like my question please.” He said smiling.

He is not making it easy to think clearly, looking at me like that, so technically it is his fault I embarrass myself.

“Well, I love music and I have just always wanted to learn but I just never did.”

I said getting through the sentence without saying an inappropriate thing, I am was getting better at this. He smiled.

“Right let’s get to work then? Unless there is anything else you want to tell me.” He said smiling and I shrugged.

“Nope. I think I am gonna be silent for a while. Hope I go mute while I am at it.” I said and he chuckled.

Well this was gonna be fun. For him at least.

yay! i had fun with that one. anyways if you want to request an imagine too and i will get it done..some time….between now and forever…ask box.

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I was born atop a winter’s hill
I took form as a ball in the virgin snow
That started on its slow descent
Barely more than twenty-seven years ago
And every ounce my love has grown
I absorbed another flake
When this avalanche has hit
Imagine the mess I will make
A tidal wave from the tears
Will you toil in the garden to dig a well
Deep to the core of the earth?
They’ll sob enough to douse all the fires of hell
I see you with shovel in hand
Your skirt billows above your knees
Envy the soil that fills their pores
And this perverted breeze
And I’m full to the brim
Pull me up to your mouth
Let it spill, let it spill
And I’m full to the brim
Flood the North to the South

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missdictatorme  asked:

11. With Sam and reader :)

You watched Sam through the window as he shoveled the sidewalk leading up to the house. You had offered to help him but he wouldn’t allow it.

A few minutes later, he came inside to take a break, shaking himself off like a dog. “Sam!” you say when a few of the cold drops get on you.

“Sorry,” he says and you hand him a mug of hot cocoa. Then he noticed you had your boots and coat on. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to finish the shoveling,” you say as you wrap your scarf around your neck.

“I said I’d do it.”

“Yeah, but you need a break. I can do it.”

“I’m not gonna win this, am I?” he asks.

“Nope.” You brush by him and head outside picking up the shovel. After a few minutes you regretted not listening to him but you would never tell him. You look up and Sam is standing there watching you with a smile.

“Looks like you’re getting a little tired. Let me finish.” He grabs for the shovel but you pull it away.

“I got this.” You were sweating and out of breath. He reaches for the shovel again. “Sam…no.” Then you got an idea. The next time he reached for it, you handed it over. “Fine.”

You walk away, picking up some snow as you head towards the house. “Hey Sam!” you shout and he turns to you, expression changing when he sees the snowball in your hand.

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” It hit him in the face. You weren’t really trying to hit him there.

You run to him as he holds his face. “Oh my god! I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to hit you in the face. Are you okay?”

He holds his face a little longer before standing straight and smiling at you. “You-.” He grabs you and down you go, landing in the snow on your side. “You tricked me!”

He is laughing so hard that you can’t help but laugh too. You kiss him then put snow down his shirt. He pins you down and you try to squirm free. “You’re in big trouble now.”


“He dealt with some abuse when he was a kid. You come to find out he got hit in the head with a shovel by his mom and because of this, he has some issues. It’s definitely a part I’ve never played before. I get to really challenge myself with some physical impediments. I’m nervous about it, but in a really good way. Good nervous!” - Aaron Tveit  

Pru is such a pure treasure, an innocent kid and nothing else. He really wasn’t a bad guy… How could he even be? I mean just look at him… He didn’t deserve what he got…:(
And let me just add one more thing - bravo Aaron, you did an amazing job, again… but i’m not at all surprised. 

pauliporcupine  asked:

Of course! Caskett 1

“Can I kiss you?”

“Castle, I think I got it!” She grins over at him, triumphant. They’ve been digging for a while now; sweat pools, makes her shirt stick to her shoulder blades and her lower back. There’s mud streaked across her forehead and it makes her skin feel tight and chalky, but she’s not about to stop now.

Her partner’s button down is untucked and stained with dirt. She kind of likes this rumpled side of him, and the way the material pulls tight across his chest and his biceps as he digs is, uh…more than a little distracting. Kate strikes the shovel into the ground and feels it again, the clang of metal hitting metal and the reverb that shoots all the way up into her elbows.

Crouching down in the pit they’ve dug together - she is long past caring about how filthy she’s getting - Kate pushes away the last of the dirt with her fingers and reveals the chest. It’s pretty incongruous, and she tries to tamp down the flare of excitement.

Could be nothing.

“Here, let me help you.” Castle says, crouching down with her and reaching for the handle on one side of the container. Their thighs brush together and she shivers, focuses instead on loosening the box from the earth around it.

It takes some wiggling, and then they make a gap big enough for Castle to wedge his shovel into and ease the treasure out of the ground. Or, well, she hopes. It still might be empty, might be a decoy. They take a handle each and heave; it’s damn heavy, and surely that’s a good sign?

Once the box is set on solid ground they scramble out of the hole they dug and kneel in front of it. When Beckett reaches for the bolt cutters to open the padlock, Castle reaches out and stills her. His hand covers hers and her breath catches in her chest.

“Wait a minute, Beckett. Can’t we revel a little longer in the not knowing?”

“Oh jeez.” She rolls her eyes, shoving at his arm. “I’m not waiting any longer. I want to go home, and take a shower.”

Beckett cuts open the padlock and pulls it away from the fasten. A moment’s pause, in deference to the mystery of the moment, and then she flips open the lid. Her partner’s gasp is ridiculous, but not entirely unfounded. She can’t recall ever having seen this many jewels in one place before. “It really was the treasure.”

And then she’s laughing, the joy of the discovery filling her up, and before she even knows what she’s doing, her arms are around Castle. They’re both sweaty and more than a little disgusting, but he doesn’t even hesitate before returning her embrace.

It’s awkward like this, kneeling side by side, but his body is warm against hers, his chest solid, and Beckett lets herself have a moment to close her eyes and revel in it. Only, when she pulls out of the hug and chances a glance at him, he looks more serious than she can ever remember seeing him.

Kate’s eyes flick down to his mouth in spite of herself, and heat blooms at her cheeks. When Royce came back, she was reminded once more of the desperate love she had once held for him. The way she cringed and clung to his heels. And having that reminder just made it all the more glaringly obvious to her, even as she pushed it back and refused to look it in the face.

She’s older now, wiser, and so is her love. A gentle, humble thing. A thing that waits.

Her partner is still staring at her, his eyes flirting with her lips, and when they pull back up to meet her own they’re shadowed with the darkness of the city and something else. Something burning. His hand comes up to tuck the sweaty fall of her hair back behind her ear, fingers lingering over the skin that covers her cheekbones.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs, and the fist that so often pummels her guts when she’s around him twists hard, yanking at her. She wants it, so badly. But he watched her falling apart around her mentor’s betrayal, and if this is a pity thing the shame will set her alight.

Kate shakes her head, stares intently at the treasure in the box next to them. “Castle, I’m fine. Royce is…I’m fine.”

“Kate.” Her eyes fly back up to his face, to the crag of his jaw and the flint of determination. “I want to kiss you.”

And then she knows it for what it is. “Okay.”

His other hands come up and they’re so big that the span of his fingers covers the entire side of her head, his thumbs at her temples and circling softly. When his mouth meets hers the last of her hesitation escapes on a sigh and she arches, lifts her chin into his kiss and opens her mouth to him.

He tastes earthy, like rust and sweat and adrenaline, and she swears she can feel the thready relief of her pulse in her toes.


I think that by looking at all the flashbacks of the ground where the bodies were buried we might figure out the order of what happened and maybe who dug the hole and maybe who is lying.

From Garrett’s flashback when Alison was still up and about, we see the ground dug up in the shape of an octagon ready for the gazebo but there is no body sized grave hole in the middle of it. There are also string lines and stakes setup across the octagon..

According to Alison her mother buried her and Grunwald pulled her out. We can still see the string lines setup across the octagon.

Melissa found the body but didn’t look at the face and pushes the body into a hole in the middle of the octagon and buries her. In this flashback we can see the string lines and stakes have been knocked over.

From this I take it that:

  • Maybe Alison was buried first and the hole was dug by her mother
  • Then Grunwald pulled her out and left the ground in a mess
  • Then someone prepared the lookalike body and new hole for Melissa to bury the body in.


  • Maybe Melissa dug that hole and they just didn’t show that part (except how would she have dug that hole and put the body on the edge of it without seeing Alison’s face)


  • Maybe Alison was never buried and she is lying about that part and she is the one who wrote the A message (I buried your mother like I watched her bury you) In which case Alison would have the footage of her mother being buried and must have been in on her murder.

OR - wait for it cause it’s out there….

  • Maybe Alison lied about her mother burying her. Maybe Melissa really did find Alison and bury her and set the string lines up afterwards. Then Alison was pulled out by Grunwald and Melissa didn’t actually kill anyone. Then Mrs D actually buried alive the other body that Alison had hit with a shovel and she was talking to Alison when she said “what have you done”

hmmmm i wonder which it is, let me know your thoughts?


You were simpler, you were lighter when we thought like little kids. 
Like a weightless, hateless animal, 
beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into
as you learned to disconnect. 
Now he hangs your mirrors separately, so one can’t show you what the other reflects. 

When he heard I was on his tail, he emptied your account
and hid a part of you that’s so invaluable, 
(the part of you unsellable at any amount).

He left the tallest peak of your paradise
buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell, 
but I swear, I’ll find your light in the middle,
where there’s so little- late at night, down in the pit of the well.

Then when heaven has a line around the corner, 
we shouldn’t have to wait around and hope to get in 
if we can carpenter a home in our heart right now 
and carve a palace from within. 

We won’t need to take a ton of pictures, 
It won’t be easy to believe the day we wake inside a secret place that everyone can see.


Can you hear me when I’m trapped behind the mirror?
A doppelgänger roaring from my silent kind of furor?

If you’re quiet, you can hear the monster breathing…
Do you hear that gentle tapping? 
My ugly creature’s freezing.

And now’s he howling, but I’m muted by the horror.
How he’s everywhere and waiting,
now he’s just around the corner.

Paranoia backward whispering on my shoulder,
like a wasp is getting nervous, so if I shiver… man, it’s over.


In the hotel, I can’t remember how the past felt.
I rent a blank room to stop living in my past self.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow,
and when I check out, it won’t matter how my name’s spelled,
‘cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can’t sell.

In the hotel, I can’t remember how the past felt.
But in a strange bed, I keep sleeping with my past self.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow.

Fuck now, I’m outta here tomorrow,
and when I check out, it won’t matter how my name’s spelled,
‘cause when you pass through, you only keep what you can’t sell.


Maybe when I’m older, I’ll be clearer,
more attuned and understanding.
Well, I’m ready. 
I wrote a list of my demands and then I burned an older version.

So to start with, I’ll start over.
I’ll cut my hair and cut the power.
So who am I without weapons?
Without defense to arm my guards against intruders?
Well this is my house, so fuck your doubts and your cute battalion,
‘cause I’m steady,
and when my double scales the wall,
I’ll know exactly where he’s landing and I’ll surprise him.

Then when he’s captured, with his hands bound, 
I beg for answers to all my questions, like,
“What happened? 
Why’d you let me let you in when I was younger? 
And why’d I need to?”


From a stage in your heart, I can tell that you’re far from yourself
when you barter your lust for your health.

And when you claim it’s all a play, and you just don’t care,
I only stare…
I’m a director watching you rehearse.

You say, 
“Lend me your eyes to evolve from that actor I fight in the dark, 
where I’m two twins I can’t tell apart!”

But you remember which is which when the wrong man wins.
You will hate who you are ’til you overthrow who you’ve been.

How’d you expect your soul to send a whole patrol
if you were too far gone for me to know where to find you?
I’ve wandered out alone into your cold unknown to try to bring you home.
So you forgot your way? 
Well I’m trying to remind you.


When some unfamiliar faces came to shop in our old house, 
I didn’t bother trying to stop them until they emptied it out. 
I was standing by the front door, stuffing cash in a jar, taking payment for our failures… 
…I only wanted to alarm you.

So when they asked me for directions, I sold them our map. 
I sold our shovels and our flashlights, 
they took our duffel bag with a ton of room, but a broken strap. 
The hungry patrons hit the graveyard, I lit a joint in the house, 
where there was nothing but our mattress
and the same soft shelter of sheets, 
where nobody found us…

I let them strip your mausoleum so nothing was left,
but they forgot to close the casket…
They sent you shivering to my doorstep.
Gently clawing at my window when I was less than awake, 
I slid it up for you to slither through. 
I heard you howling, 

"Just take me! 
Just take me to the rusty city we perfected, 
that holy summer we first found!” 

The place you’re stubbornly protecting
is the only pretty thing that we own now,
and we can stay here to wither in your garden of eden, 
but your fantasy’s a prison
and you’re serving a sentence you can’t stop repeating.

Can you see the secret exit? The false wall in obsession?
You’ll only fit through the doorway when you relinquish your possessions.

So leave everything you’ve stolen that you can’t give back,
and don’t replace what you’ve been missing until you know what you’re lacking.
Leave everything you’ve borrowed and kept for yourself.

You can’t unbreak our broken leases holding on to broken pieces,
so return them! 
No guilt, no sorry speeches.


Right when the blizzard ends, they throw a fucking huge parade- 
A great excuse for celebration of the mess they’ve made.
But then when the streets get flooded, we know what proximity’s worth,
‘cause we’re already here, in the same place when our phones don’t work. 

So then we lie down in our field and just do nothing at all,
and I’m getting ready for when everything is wonderful  
for just a couple pairs of broken bones with broken feathers in blood, 
in a meadow, uncut and understood.

We can be an island apart from a ceaseless war on our heart,
Harbored in a fortress insurmountable, 
Taller than affliction, safe wherever we are.
Erasing horror and disgust,
Rewinding the sorrow and the rust.
Before our suffering’s suffering, hadn’t we suffered enough?

On the morning that we’re both 19 and newly on our own, 
and all we know is each other and invisible homes,
we find two empty seats in the back of a car in an empty parking lot,
where all our bridges are abandoned and the cops have forgot.

And I can feel the difference when the day begins, 
like all I know is, "This year will be the year we win.”
We smoke the paper from the banner from our past parades
and start again, before the memory of the mess we’ve made.


Well I hope when you can’t hear what I am thinking,
you know I can’t always talk 
but I’m always listening in an absence,
where you hate to feel uncared for, 
pretending there’s nothing that you’re not prepared for.

Who are you lapping when you’re running from surrender
if life is a fatal race for all contenders?
To find the peace within the combat where we’re standing,
we have to make our history less commanding.

Well, our mercy is a boundary we’ll surrender
when love is a safer place we both remember. 

Like an old estate that stands in no location
at the edge of an age of endless renovation. 
And while all that noise competes for our attention,
we’ll meet on a quiet field in our own dimension. 

We’ll step inside a world far less demanding
when we allow for somewhere less commanding.


When you lift me out of me…
When you lift me out of me will I know when I’ve changed? 

And when you bring me back to me,
will you bring me back to me, un-estranged?

Man, you’re already home and you don’t even know it.
You have a room you can return to, and you’ll never outgrow it.
See, you’re already home when you don’t know where to find it.

It’s not our house that we remember,
it’s a feeling outside it
when everyone’s gone but we leave all the lights on anyway.

iadoretroyler  asked:

(beautiful story about your edit) imagine in 20 years.. you find Troye's first EP, T.R.X.Y.E. its all worn out and browntinted. you put it in your record player and hear the first notes from "Happy Little Pill". and all of a sudden, you remember everything. you think of the memories. the hours of fangirling. you feel a strong feeling in your stomach and it rises.. you cant take it anymore and you scream "TROYLER 4 EVER!" (what is this and what am i doing)

SLAY (go ahead and read guys, im gonna pull off a more detailed one)

yo im gonna make my own version (ily btw omg <3)

I was dgging and digging for hours in our backyard to find a particular object. I was breathing heavy and sweat dripping in my neck when my shovel hit something. I quickly get the object and ran into the house.

“I found it Clem!” I shouted excitedly to my sweet little daugther

“sure mom. let me just finish this” Clem shouted back

I was digging through the memory box or however you want to call it and found this.

Troye Sivan’s first ever EP, TRXYE

Suddenly memories came flashing through my eyes, 

It was me watching Youtube videos and giggling at their little friendship

next was still me rebblogging gifs, photos, edits, selfies, ANYTHING that involves them

and lastly it was me “fangirling”. This term reminded me of everything

I remember them, my loving second family or the youtube fandom and my queens


I began to squeal and jump around, feeling this bubbly excitement in my stomach while putting the cd on the pc.

the first one that played was “My happy little pill”

and I sang through it and danced around like theres no tomorrow. 

Clementine burst through my bedroom door and said “Mom, can you please turn it down?” then her expression turned to shock “oh my god his voice is angelic. IS THAT HIM?" 

I nodded enthusiastically and said "Its the one and only

we both shouted "TROYE SIVAN”

then i shouted “TROYLER 4EVER”

“mom shush i know the Mellets are too cute” Clem said smiling widely

As you may know, Troye Sivan and Tyler Mellet are happily married by now so

As I turned down the music, I tell my wonderful stories about my past to Clem with a wide smile in my face.