13x05 “Advanced Thanatology” // 1x03 “Dead in the Water” The Thing about Shared Trauma
If there was one thing I enjoyed about this episode, it was that it was Dean heavy front to back. And the scene between Sean and Dean - yes, I don’t think it’s accidental at all that their names differ just by one letter (plus, as I said during first watch, Sean reminds loosely of Dylan Everett as Teen!Dean) - served as a nice way to bring Dean “full circle” from the way he connected with Lucas by sharing with him that he also experienced horrifying nightmare-ish things to now trying to forge a connection with Sean as well. To me both of these scenes and both these cases in some form let Dean “heal” and “touch base” with himself a tiny bit through the characters he is trying to save. Sean in that regard of course plays a special role since Dean didn’t manage to save him, which he is distraught over, feels guilty for and ultimately even considered giving his life for (aside from feeling like he continues to fail everyone else). That he is sent back - sentenced to live (this felt like a huge narrative callback to the MoC arc btw since Death’s death was so directly woven into it as well) - doesn’t make it any easier for Dean, but the opposite.
I’ll never cry in front of you. I’ll never tell you how I feel. I’ll never wear my heart on my sleeve. I’m not an open book. My walls will always be up and guarded. I won’t tell you how I fight with myself about you, about how I shouldn’t want you, about how you’ll break my heart if I give mine to you. I won’t tell you how my heart constricts at the thought of you leaving me. I’ll never show you how scared I am of this… Of you… Of us. You’re real. You’re everything I want, and nothing is certain. Everything is blurred and we walk on this thin line between reality and fantasy. You’re a dream and a nightmare. I find peace in you when everything else is chaos. I don’t know what this is and that uncertainty scares me but maybe just maybe if I stay around, you will too.
Are you going to do a continuation of the cheating scenarios you did? Like the aftermath of the mc leaving them?
a|n so i did a thing y’all asked for this *stares at the astounding amount of ask requests i received from all of u asking a continuation pertaining a certain scenario huhu *cries and stabs self because of pain i think my hands slipped a bit for these ficlets lolololol who am i kidding
He was very ideal, a definition of perfect on another context. Being with Zen exceeded every expectation you had in you, and if possible, even surpassing what you thought would be heaven beside him. But looking back, was it really heaven to begin with? Or was it just a temporary bliss inside the hell he just threw you in? Before even the process of flirting, his face already screamed karma. And meeting him was nothing more than perfumed regret. You basked in the fake bliss of his presence and his false claims of love and fidelity. He was a man of the crowd, an existence solely for the sake of others. He was not for you.
That’s why it hurts. That’s why turning your back on him, refusing to hear any excuses he could have made, refusing to be hurt another hundred times, made you strong enough to leave. Even though every ounce in you screamed to go back, to take him back, no matter how many times he would be able to stab your heart.
“MC!” You heard him call, just a few feet behind you, voice desperate and tired. You froze on the spot, your bags tight against your hold and your heart beating erratically against your chest. Why does he still have that effect on you?
“S-Stop right there, p-please.” You intervened, your voice quivering. You have every qualm in you for you to distance yourself and stop him from going anywhere near you. You can only feel utter disgust towards him.
“W-wait, babe! Please, listen to me-” He pleaded as you felt his overwhelming presence behind you, your body almost betraying you from the sensation.
“Listen? Do you hear yourself?” You boomed as you turned around to look at him, a strained sarcastic laughter filling your mouth. Tears were now pooling at the side of your eyes, blurring your vision in the process. “How dare you ask me to listen to you! Really, Zen?”
A flash of hurt came across his ruby red orbs, his gaze softening and breaking apart. It pained you to watch him break down before you, begging and never wanting to let you go. Begging for you to listen, begging for you to consider, getting you think back when he was yours to call ‘mine’.
A lump formed in your throat when you watched how Zen’s tears started to fall one by one, his face depicting a look of depression and brokenness. His eyes were desperately searching yours as his face fell upon seeing that you looked so sure of leaving him then and there. You tried your best to hold it in, not wanting him to see the aftermath of his actions towards you. Of whether the reason of his temporary taste towards a different delectable dish was because he was lonely and because you were not there, or was it because he got tired of waiting for you. All the more reasons why you needed to let him go. Of why this childish game of house should end.
Knowing him, you still dared touch his very flame, knowing how small and ignorant of a moth you are. He was the sun an icarus like you desperately wanted to touch. He just wanted your attention, he sadly didn’t want your heart. He, of course, just wanted to make sure he had full grasp on you, making sure you’re not getting over him no matter what. He hates the thought of you getting with someone new, he had been implying that. He’s that selfish.
You should have seen it coming. You should have known from the start. Nothing lasts forever. Not even your love for him, no matter how much you knew you do.
“Babe,” He pleaded, his voice hitching higher octaves. He opened his mouth once more but only a choked sob escaped his lips. “B-Babe, p-please,”
You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall by giving him a blank look. Reminding him of his mistake, of the weight of his actions and above all, reminding him of what he just lost.
“Goodbye.” You said, ice lacing your tone. No matter how cold you tried to be, you’re just a girl who was breaking apart inside. And you continued to do so and you were so sure nothing will be left of you after this. “I hope to never to see you again.”
“No! No, please, babe. Don’t leave me. C-come home with me, let’s talk this out. P-please. Listen to me, MC. D-don’t go!” He cried out as he grabbed to pull you to him and hugged you tight, his hands unsure of where to exactly hold you. His touch was needy, wanting, begging, desperate … and it took everything for you not to return the gesture. You have accidentally removed your grasp from your bags as they both fell on the cemented path with a soft thud.
You sharply inhaled his musk, getting intoxicated with his familiar scent that you love. And no matter how hard you reminded yourself that he was someone you hold affections with, the scene you saw back in the house kept replaying inside your head like a nightmare on repeat. It burned itself there, not wanting you to ever forget it. Leaving a scar that might take years to heal.
His sobs have now become anguished cries as you desperately tried to push him away from you. And after successfully doing so by giving him a hard shove, he just stumbled and continuously fell towards the ground, not even bothering to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. His desperate voice crushed your heart more and more. “Babe … P-please. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. D-don’t go looking for someone else. Let me explain … I beg you.”
Upon collecting yourself, no matter how your heart screamed to run to him, console him, wipe those tears for him, you steeled yourself from such thoughts. You watched at how he pathetically cried and burned himself out as if telling you that you should be sorry for him, that you should not be the one hurting right now, that you are the bad guy for leaving him like this.
“You’re not going to come home with me anymore?” He asked in between his tears, or more so, he tried to convince himself more than you.
And your silence was his needed confirmation.
Even if you knew you had nothing to go back to, you just wished to see her one last time. Despite the pain you felt when you saw her with someone else earlier this day, you braved yourself to come and face her like this just to be able to end things formally with her. She was not aware that you’re to be back a bit earlier than the said date and you decided to confront her inside the place you once considered home. Roaming your eyes on the empty living quarters, floods of memories you made with her swamped your mind, making it harder for you than it already is.
You pulled a chair from the dining table and sat there, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You heaved a sigh as you patiently waited for her to be back, the sound of the ticking clock your only companion amidst this growing dark.
You heard the front door click and now a few strings of soft laughter livened the place. You shifted your gaze and watched how the man from earlier planted peppery kisses all over Jaehee’s features. You watched at how she softly giggled at the gesture, something she does whenever you’re kissing her cheeks. Something you thought you’d be the only one to see.
You heard her ask the man to come in first and if he wanted to something to eat as she unconsciously flicked the switches of the lights open. Her eyes landed on your figure sitting by the dining table, a small gasp audibly got released from her throat. You watched at how the surprise on her face changed to guilt and regret.
“MC?” She queried, unsure of how to take the situation before her. Your gaze flicked from the man’s hold on her waist and their extremely too close for comfort proximity. You saw how she gently bit her lower lip, her gaze traveling everywhere but you.
“Hi.” You said, trying to make your voice sound casual. You flashed a smile towards the man beside her and the bastard returned the gesture.
“U-uh, may I ask what could you be doing here?” Jaehee asked once more, the shaking of her voice barely hidden. “I, uhm, thought you’re still at the convention …” You saw how the man with her threw a look of confusion at her direction, as if asking who you were and what you were doing in the dark before they arrived.
“I came to say good bye.” You said quietly as you slowly stood up and moved to pick your bags on your side. You flicked your gaze down, trying to calm the hurt and betrayal you felt swelling up your chest. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping that the tears won’t fall this time. You’ve already spent the entire afternoon crying and asking why and now, seeing them together, you exactly immediately knew what could be the only wrong thing between the two of you.
You lifted your gaze up and flashed her a smile, unaware of the tears that already fell from your eyes. Since when did they start falling? You were not sure. They just fell. Just like how your dreams and hopes did and without warning.
“I-I’m very sorry for not telling you …” She whispered as she moved to touch you, her skin grazing against yours. “I-I’m sorry … I-I didn’t know how to tell you …”
Even just the tiny touch of her fingers made you flinch. You shrugged her off as you wiped your tears, screaming at yourself internally for breaking down in front of her. You released a strangled laughter whilst shaking your head, telling her to stop whatever she thinks she’s doing. She must have only felt guilt, nothing more.
“I know. I understand.” You said as you bit your lip, trying to suppress another fit of small sobs. “And I don’t want this love to feel like a battlefield for you.”
You started to walk away from her and your heart broke more when Jaehee didn’t even move to stop you from doing so. With one last glance thrown at her direction, you bid your bittersweet goodbye, “I hope you’re happy.”
Now, your hopes and dreams dissipating into thin air.
It hurts. The pain was too much. It feels as if knives were repeatedly stabbed on your heart.
Nobody warned you about this inevitable pain you might encounter with this thing they called love. Nobody briefed you about the possible circumstances and various scenarios you might come across with as you’re busy loving somebody who’s busy breaking your heart. It was not fair, you thought, of how can you give your all to someone who is ready to tear you apart. It was even more unfair to be the only one leaving while crying your heart out.
The moment you left while accidentally banging the large, intricate double doors that successfully caught the attention of the other employees, you heard him calling after you almost immediately. It was not your intention to raise attention towards you. You did your best to immediately leave, trying your best of seeing up until where your feet can take you. A few more sharp turns and you finally found yourself standing in front of the two large elevators of the building. But luck was nowhere near you due to the fact that the elevator just passed your floor and continued descending down.
When you heard the click of his shoes on the tiled floors, you immediately turned towards the fire exit and concealed yourself there. You were several floors up, wearing high heels and a coat. All of it contributing to the very uncomfortable feeling building up your system. Against the darkness of the panic stairs, you gently let out the rake of sobs that you held in the moment you witnessed his extremely treacherous act.
Who was she? Was what you thought first. She was not familiar. You have not seen her around your man before. Was she new? Where did he meet her? Questions bombarded your mind as you descended down the stairs, the only sound echoing was the click of your heels against the uneven cemented floors. Each step you take, the further blur your eyes have become. Your tears were now an uncontrolled mass raiding your eyes and falling down to your cheeks like a massive outbreak.
You weren’t exactly watching and was not paying any attention to your way because the moment you took another step down, the heel on one of your shoes snapped, causing you to lose your balance and fall down with your back hitting the concrete first. You inhaled a sharp breath as you winced in pain from the extremely painful contact your body had with the hard floor. Now, you weren’t so sure what was more painful: falling down the stairs or watching your lover cheat on you.
You laid there for a moment, blankly staring at the never ending spiral of the staircase as it ascended up. You were not sure what floor you were in now and you’re positive you broke a bone or two. You tried to move the ankle that you tripped and winced once more when you felt it sting when you moved. You shifted so you can see your lower body, your upper body getting numb by the minute. You saw that your stocking was ripped and blood started gushing out of a freshly opened wound.
“Oh god …” You exhaled when you felt something warm started falling down your face once more. “Stupid! This is so stupid of me.”
From the silent wash of your tears, your whimpers grew more into an audible cry. You couldn’t even move your body due to severe pain. It was a good thing you did not break your head from the fall or else you could’ve have died then and there. You just realized that you almost died and that no one came to save you. That thought just made your tears fall more and more.
Then, you heard a loud creak of a door a floor up from where you fell. Loud footsteps came rushing down and a silhouette of a man came into view. You were not so sure but judging from his smell, you immediately knew who it was. You panicked and tried your best to stand up but your body was not responding to your wishes. Instead, it screamed hurt and fracture everywhere.
“Damn.” You heard a low growl of curses as you felt his presence by your side. He was wearing that goddamn tuxedo set you personally chose for him and the very clothing he wore when he almost kissed another woman tonight. Just from the thought made you cry harder, using your injured body as an excuse for the massive pain that attacked your chest.
“Sshh, stop crying. I’m here now, love. I’ll help you.” Jumin gently cooed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body. You wanted to protest but you weren’t so sure about doing so due to your injured state. Instead, you flailed your arms, trying to shake his hold off of you.
“Leave!” You roared but a strained voice came out instead. And from that strained voice came a pleading tone. “Please … Leave. Leave me alone … I beg you, Jumin. I don’t need you!”
You felt your hand accidentally slap his face that caused him to immediately stop his actions. You blearily watched how his jaw tightened while he closed his eyes, his face facing the opposite direction. You heard him swallow hard as if he was trying to regain his composure back and understand your outburst.
How dare he!, you thought.
“Ah. I should have seen that one coming.” He said, his voice low and steady. Then, he brought his gaze back to you and you saw the amount of guilt that flashed through his slate grey hues. You saw much he regretted whatever you saw the moment you came in. “I’m very sorry you had to … witness that. She’s a client, a very important one.”
You scoffed at the casual tone he gave you. Very far from the look he just gave. Almost too unemotional and uncaring, as if the emotions you saw flick through his eyes were nothing but a front and a lie.
“Is this how you deal with your business partners? Flirt them in, trap them and close the deal in between their legs?” You began, incredulously putting words on his mouth. You bit your lower lip when you heard him release a frustrated sigh. You felt him stand up as he carefully supported your weight on his arms.
Watching him under the low red light of the emergency sign plastered on the walls and the darkness that succumbed you both heightened his features. One look at his face and he’ll obviously become your next mistake. Just by being under his presence always leaves you breathless, intoxicated and drunk in love. But the calm anger you’ve hidden deep inside your heart finally started to resurface as you released a low growl of rage.
He temporarily flicked his gaze at you as he slowly ascended the stairs, seemingly taking you back the way he came in.
“It is true, what they said about you … About how you behave with your clients. I-I never believed any of those …” You began, your voice eerily calm. Even you were very afraid of your own self slowly bursting from uncontrolled fury. Your accusations came out straight like bullets fired from a gun. “You only want love if it’s torture. You have no mercy. You didn’t even consider the fact that you have me.”
He remained silent, not even a word of curtsy as a reply was made. He stopped just in front of a metal door. You noticed, though his face was blank, he had a very troubled and vulnerable look on his eyes. Then, he hovered his gaze on your face as he licked his lower lip.
“Indeed, I am. You have come to love a monster.” You heard him reply, his expression now dark and unreadable. “I am the nightmare you must have mistakenly thought to be a daydream.” As if he was trying to conceal something from you, trying to hide a dark truth deep within, those words left an impression on you. He voiced out the doubts that enveloped your thoughts. He was slowly showing something you knew that is a part of him you couldn’t touch.
Despite you being together with him, there are aspects of his life you haven’t even seen a glimpsed of. Despite working with him, there are rumors and words going on and about of how he manages the business, how he successfully closes deals. Despite every high and low you experienced with him, all the sweet memories you had with him, all the waking moments you could ever remember with his side, all the countless breakfast you spent with him, the Jumin in front of you was not a part of them. The Jumin right now was far from the man you have come accustomed to. This was different. He was deeper, darker, scarier and more complex. He felt different.
And you couldn’t help but ask yourself: Is the high worth the pain?
“MC?! Wait, I-I can-” You heard his voice say as he scrambled up and hurriedly blocked your way just in case you did something rash towards the other girl in this room. He knew you too well.
“Shut up.” You cut him off with gritted teeth. Your eyes darted back and forth at the scared looking girl on your sofa and towards your boyfriend who looked like he would cry any moment. Then a bittersweet smile graced your features as you held up the Anniversary Gift you worked so hard to get for him.
You saw how his eyes widened upon the recognizing what you were holding. Yoosung’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the very thing you knew he wanted ever since.
“See this?” You said, a smirk now evident on your face. You saw how he desperately tried to stop whatever you were planning to do by looking at you. You both had practiced talking with your eyes and if you weren’t too consumed by anger right now upon the betrayal he did to you, you would still find the connection between you and him to be very endearing. Now, it’s just plain stupid.
“MC … Please, calm down. S-she’s not my mistress- I-I’m not cheating on you! I-I, this, uhm-” Your hands worked on the murder, your ears tingling in anger upon hearing his poorly made excuse. What did he want you to do? Believe a blatant lie when there is a concrete evidence in front of you? He looked so desperate, his amethyst orbs begging you to at least listen to what he was about to say. “Please, honey, listen to me … I-I only meant well! I-I know this situation isn’t as clever as it looks b-but I-”
A humorless laughter escaped your mouth as you shook your head. You knew he was not that good at lying, that’s the only trait that is bad about him. That’s why, no matter what came out of his mouth, you were not able to believe him. You slowly and harshly ripped the item at your hand, crushing his dreams in front of him. And with the nastiest smile you could ever muster, you said with controlled anger, “Happy Anniversary. Enjoy it with her.”
You marched out of his house and slammed the door hard enough for it to break. You collectively wiped your tears as you walked aimlessly down the road, realizing you had nowhere to go. The night was growing deeper and the streets were growing quiet by the second. The weather had just taken a turn for the worst as well. You just didn’t know what to do anymore, walking outside the streets under the rain, wanting to never be found.
The raindrops and your tears mixed once you tilted your head up to stare at the positively dark sky which didn’t have any signs of stopping the current downpour. You can hear faint screeches of car tires as they sped up to wherever they might be headed. Who cares now, anyway? The roof caved in and the truth came out and now you’re stuck in the middle, not knowing what would be your next steps.
You are positively hurt, for sure, for the scene you caught kept replaying itself inside your head. He was with another woman, someone else got to sit and cuddle with him on your favorite spot, he was laughing with someone else, enjoying the things you do together. The things that only you two were supposed to do. The thought of him enjoying himself and the one he’s with kept stabbing you in the back, the agony piercing your chest like the world’s finest blade intended for a kill.
“Yoosung …” You murmured his name as a fresh batch of wet tears flooded once more, the liquid mixing with the raindrops falling on your face. “How can you do this …”
The thought itself made you sick in the stomach, about how easily he had played you within his grasp. You were looking forward so much with your anniversary, too. But it seems it was only you who cared for this relationship after all. Where did his promises go? Where did his words run off to? He said he’d do anything for you, asking you for a chance to show you how much of a man he is by taking care of your heart and that all he asks is one chance to show it. That, for everything he does, he only meant well for you.
From the corner of your eye, you saw a figure running towards you, an umbrella on his hand. From the heavy downpour and noisy raindrops, you can faintly hear his voice calling out for you, worry lacing his tone. For a moment, you felt your heart skipped a beat as it pounded hard with new found hope and happiness. He came after you! But the bitter, hurt bitch in you was quick to cut that happiness short.
Your pace quickened when you felt like the distance between the two of you grew shorter, smaller and gradually turning into just several feet apart. You didn’t care where you’re going so long as you’d be away from him. Not now, not yet, you thought. You panicked, trying to find an escape from him in that relatively close proximity. You didn’t see where you were going; you were much more busy trying to evade him.
“MC! Wait! Wait for me!” You can almost hear him clearly now, the reverberating sound of his footsteps from hard concrete to puddled waters echoed the empty streets, signalling his upcoming presence. You were quick to move as you ran on the opposite direction of where he was coming from, not a care given to where your feet might take you.
Not a care to the world nor even to your own welfare. And not a care given even when the moment came that a truck was fast approaching towards you, its headlights flashing a warning, its tires screeching as it was unable to halt in time. It’s going to hit you.
Your ears rang and the world around you seemed to stop that very moment until you felt someone shove you out of the way. Your eyes were wide open, as if it was a camera lens that intended to record everything that happened. You felt your body crashing down the hard asphalt. You watched at how the umbrella he was holding flew to the distance, his body coming in contact with truck’s hood. You watched at how far he rolled off, his body rolling like a bowling ball due to the impact. You watched at how he came crashing down the street to a pile of empty trash cans by a broken lamp post.
You stared in horror as everything unfolded before you in slow motion. You watched at how Yoosung caught the blow for you, at how his body flew a few meters away like a rag doll. You were frozen in shock even when the truck driver hurriedly came to ask for your well-being, his words barely even audible to your ears. Your eyes darted from his favorite umbrella that he brought and to his limp body down the street.
“Let’s get you guys treated!” The driver worriedly and hurriedly said as he now ran towards the body of a certain blond on the pile of trash. Your mouth went agape, your body unable to produce a single movement. And slowly … you started to stand up … your mind directing you to move like you were in a trance.
Yoosung … Yoosung … Yoosung … You kept on chanting his name until you were able to reach him, the driver of the truck trying to give him first aid. You watched at how he inspected him for other wounds. You stared at his arm that looked like it was badly twisted from the hit. You stared at how blood came rushing down his head and how his favorite LOLOL shirt got ripped on several parts, wounds and bruises now becoming evident against his pale skin.
You fell to your knees, now unable to withhold your scream. You screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Feeling the world caving in on you. You screamed and screamed until there was nothing left in you but agony and torture.
You thought about his promises. And how he only want to mean well. About how he wanted to show how much of a man he was for you. Was this it? Was this how he intended to show you how much of a man he was? No, this wasn’t. This was your own fault.
You only intended to stay just for a little while, really. You didn’t want to be seen by him the moment he comes home. After all, he thinks you’re still not back from whatever hell hole you disappeared into. You only told him you’d be back on the day of his birth and it isn’t until tomorrow. You stared blankly at the robot dog he programmed, its robotic voice yapping at you. You watched at how it wagged its metallic tail, seemingly asking you to play with it. With your bags by your side, you smiled sadly as you ran a hand through the dog’s metallic head.
“He needs to work on your fur lining more, lil’ bud.” You said as the dog happily leaned in to your touch. You clearly remembered the day when Saeyoung started this dog project of his and now only a few accents remained for it to be completed. You knew you wouldn’t be here anymore to see it fully complete.
You were sitting on the sofa as you heaved a sigh. The scenario you saw back there playing inside your mind on repeat, like a stupid, repetitive video. You remembered how that woman touched your Saeyoung and how he responded to it. How he kissed her the way he kissed you and how utterly disgusted you feel whenever you remember the feeling of the very same lips he used on her on your very own.
You’ve been crying since you got home and your eyes are already complaining from the astounding amount of tears you can produce. You couldn’t find anything wrong with the two of you, for him to commit such act. You tried to rake your head for any possible faults or even situations for him to act that way but you couldn’t remember. If there was something wrong, he had always been good at hiding it. He was always good with hiding.
You heard the click of the front door and you immediately panicked. Your eyes then darted at your wrist watch and found that you’ve been lost in thought for nearly two hours. No wonder he’s finally home. But before you could even do anything such as conceal yourself from him, the lights finally opened and he was already standing in front of you, eyes wide in surprise.
“Sweetie?! Ohh! It’s really you!” He called out, his voice raising with excitement and happiness. He immediately ran towards you, even forgetting to remove his shoes on the door step. You felt his warm embrace around your frame as he lifted you up and twirled you around. In any other day, the gesture would be extremely cute. But right now, you didn’t really feel anything else but restrained anger.
Anger for him. And anger for yourself.
The moment he put you down, his grin was from ear to ear. Your eyes traveled to watch his features and they showed no sign of remorse or guilt upon the betrayal you witness him do just a few hours ago. Saeyoung was not the insensitive type when it comes to feeling around and when you didn’t respond to him like the way you used to, it didn’t take him math to put things together. You saw how his expression changed from happiness to an unreadable brood.
Then he looked away from you, his golden honey hues turning gloom. For a moment you saw pain and hesitation in them. But it was quick to go. Upon biting his lower lip, he distanced himself and asked the question you didn’t expect him to admit. “You saw that, didn’t you?”
If only there were more possible ways to break a heart then that’s what would be happening to you this instant. You weren’t able to deny it. You weren’t able to come up with any lie regarding your current actions. And instead, you slowly succumbed to painful admission.
“Yeah … I did.” Your voice found itself out with a small, unsteady tone. You bit your lower lip in order to stop any incoming sobs when you finally felt your eyes sting from getting wet once more.
You heard him sigh as he walked over towards the kitchen. You heard few shuffling here and there, the sound of something opening and closing until he came back in front of you. You watched at how he handed you a bottled water and offered his handkerchief as well. You scrunched your face at the gesture, puzzlement and question invading your system. Was he playing with you?
“Wipe your tears then leave.” He declared, his voice void of anything else but cold command. You tilted your head up to see how his face was now void of any emotions. How he felt far from the Saeyoung you knew. Though at least you knew him well enough that he might just be restricting himself from something. The coldness in him bites hard.
“C-Can I at least know why … you did it?” You asked, trying your best to not let the whimper in your tone be that obvious. One by one, tears started falling again from your eyes as you desperately wiped them with your bare fingers. You didn’t accept the things he gave you. He was always like this - giving mixed signals. His actions were always the opposite of what he’s saying. Just like how he told you he likes you before but forbid you to get close to him.
“I don’t know why you even stuck with me up to this date.” He began, his voice eerily calm and quiet. He raked a cool look over you, his expression bored and angry. “Didn’t I tell you before? I don’t want you clinging to me. I don’t want your presence near me. I don’t need your love. I don’t your sympathy. I don’t need your feelings. You shouldn’t have come close to me.”
“W-what are you even saying? We’ve been together for a while now! W-why are you bringing this up again? And now, all of a sudden?” Your voice rattled as you took a step closer, trying to square up his gaze. The look on his face didn’t change. Instead, it worsened. Until you no longer can see the traces of the Saeyoung you knew.
“This is me telling you to get lost, MC.” He said, a chilly grin forming on his lips. Even his voice sounded foreign due to the intensity of its frigid tone. “You’re free to go. I’m now cutting whatever reasons you have for staying with me.”
Your system couldn’t help it anymore as you raked a sob in front of him. You didn’t care if he viewed you now as a weak individual. The pain of witnessing him cheat on you, him admitting to committing the deed and his harsh words while pushing you away were the catalysts of it all. You never thought your broken heart could get any more broken than it already is. But here you are. Unable to pick up the shards he broke.
Without any further words said, you cried your heart out as you dazedly picked up your bags from where you left it. The mechanical dogbot was now licking your shoes, as if it can actually sympathize with you. You never glanced back at him again upon making your way out of his home. And out of his life. And what broke any hope you had in you was the fact that he truly has no intention to come running after you. To take you back. To tell you it was just a badly orchestrated prank. He will not go after you anymore. Not ever and certainly not in this lifetime.
But his last words didn’t escape your hearing before you fully left, before you fully shut the door behind you and before you finally close everything that was connecting him to you. The words that stirred up confusion inside your heart.
“That’s right, walk away. Save yourself from this heart ache. Go now before it’s too late, sweetie. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be with me. You should never be.”
And the very words that raced a question inside your mind. Why won’t he let you in? Why would he let you walk away?
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To the public eyes, you are a very calm, collected, prim and
proper type of woman. The City of Gotham has never seen you lash out
deliberately at anyone. They also have never seen you treat anyone like they
are below you – some made rumours about how you always like to think you are
above everyone – but what they do not know is that at home you are everything
but what the city knows you as and everything but what the city thinks you are.
At home, you are a silly, loving wife and mother. Bruce married
you knowing there are times you can get very cheeky and whenever you get
cheeky, chaos ensues in the house. Though most of the time, it is within limit
and nothing too bad ever happens. Except for that one time you accidentally
sprained your wrist – this is another story for another day.
no exception. You had woken up to Bruce’s arm around your waist and his head is
buried in between two pillows. You squint at the clock and blink a couple of
times when you realize that the both of you have slept in and slept way past
your alarms. Waking up later than you normally would somehow throws you off.
You could hear Bruce snoring and that brought a smile to your face. He must
have been super tired and you also think it’s a little sweet how he had his
head in between the pillows – he probably knew he would wake you up with his
You press a kiss on his shoulder,
relishing his smell before pulling away. You gently lift his arm from your
waist and roll off the bed with the intentions of washing up and presenting
yourself to your boys. They probably think the two of you are up to no good and
you can already hear them teasing the two of you.
You came out of the bathroom to
see Bruce has taken the entire bed to himself, hugging a pillow to him. His
face is still buried in one of the pillows. You smile to yourself before
heading towards your vanity mirror. Even though you are at home, you always
made sure to wear some light makeup because who knows who would be dropping by
You were finishing up your makeup
when Bruce suddenly turns over, snoring very loudly. This made you giggle. If
the public ever finds out that the Bruce Wayne snores this loud, it will be
funny for a couple of days and they are probably never going to let it go too.
But you aren’t that mean. You snap your fingers when you realize there is
something you can do.
It’s been a long time since you
did a prank on Bruce too. You chuckle as you pick up your make-up kit before
tip-toeing to the bed. It’s time for some fun with your husband.
Bruce wakes up when his stomach starts
demanding for food. He rolls over to lay on his back, hand rubbing his stomach sleepily.
His stomach growls once more and Bruce decides to just grab something light to
bite before he takes a shower. He takes note that you aren’t in the bedroom so
maybe he should find you first before he gets something to eat.
He isn’t quite surprise to see
you in the living room, reading a book and having a cup of tea. Although he is
surprised to see everyone in attendance: Dick is lounging by the sofa, flipping
through channels, Tim is not on his laptop but is going through a few books he
assumes are for his assignments and Jason has his head on your lap, snoozing
away. Damian is snuggled up beside you, a blanket around his lap as he reads
over your shoulder.
“Morning.” Bruce walks over to
you, pressing a kiss on your temple. The smile on your face widens when you see
the makeup still on his face and he has yet to realize to what you have put on
him. You suppose he simply got out of bed because he was hungry or something.
“It’s way past afternoon, Bruce.”
You look up at your husband. Bruce chuckles before patting your head.
Dick glances at Bruce and
promptly burst out laughing, dropping the remote controller he had been
holding. Because of his laughter, both Damian and Tim look up to see the cause
of his sudden laughter. The moment they see Bruce’s face, they started laughing
too. Damian’s laughter is more of a disbelief while Tim’s more of a mum’s-back-at-it-again
“You guys are so noisy.” Jason
groans. He opens his eyes and lift his head up from your lap. You had to bite
the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing. “What’s going on?” He
looks around the place before his eyes land on Bruce’s face. “THIS IS A
NIGHTMARE.” He bursts out laughing.
Bruce frowns. “Okay, I know I don’t
look good when I just wake up but this is taking it too far.” He rolls his
eyes, still wondering why in the world all of them are laughing. But one look
at your face lights up the bulb in his head. He groans and holds your head
gently. “Did you put something on my face, Y/N?”
You promptly burst out laughing
too. Bruce sighs. As much as he wants to be mad, the entire family is having
fun and that’s all that matters to him even if it’s at his expense.
“Did you make me pretty at least?”
Bruce looks down at you and you giggle before nodding your head. “You are so
lucky I love you, Y/N.”
This causes the boys to groan in
distaste because of how mushy Bruce is being. Damian rolls off the chair and
picks up the book you have discarded. “I think I am going to go read this book
somewhere else before father’s face gives me a nightmare.” He tries to say this
with a straight face but you knew he couldn’t – his shoulders is shaking and
Damian is on the verge of laughing again. He quickly leaves.
Tim takes out his phone and snaps
a few photos. He even went as far as taking photos with Bruce. “I think I’m
going to get this printed and framed. Mum, you’re a genius.” Tim holds his fist
out to you and you bumped him with your own fist. Tim grins before running out
of the room – Bruce would have run after him because he doesn’t need a reminder
of you putting makeup on him out in the public though he trusts Tim enough to
not let it out to the public.
Jason wipes the tears away from
his face. “The contour almost made it feel very weird.” Jason shakes his head. “I
came here to take a nap and I feel so attacked right now.” Jason sits up and
kisses your cheek. “Thanks for lending your lap, ma – I’m gonna go find Alfred
to get something to eat now.” He tells you before taking one more look at Bruce.
He quickly whips out his phone and snaps a photo of him. “I’m gonna need to
show this to Roy and the gang.” He chuckles before leaving the room.
Dick is still laughing but not as
hard as the first time he saw Bruce. He picked up the remote controller and
shakes his head. “I always knew you’d look amazing with make-up, Bruce.” Dick
chuckles. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?”
Bruce shakes his head. “I
actually intended to eat food first before taking a shower. Speaking of which,
would you join me for hi-tea then?” He looks down at you and you nod your head.
“If you want to, you should join as well, Dick.”
Dick shakes his head. “Nah, don’t
want to impose on the both of you and I’m quite comfortable here, really.” He
stretches his legs. “Have fun eating and getting that makeup off of your face.”
Give me all the Dami and Cass friendship Headcanons
- Give me Dami and Cass sparring together and Cass winning quite easily and Dami demanding a rematch but in reality he just likes spending time with his big sister.
- Give me Cass teaching Dami to dance, teaching him to express his anger and hate and misery through movements of the body. Give me Dami and Cass doing ballet when they get bored on patrol and give me them beating up a criminal while humming Swan Lake.
- Give me Cass being the Batgirl to Dami’s Robin (except they don’t fall in love, because ew). Let them run across rooftops together in costume and becoming more fearful and respectful then Batman.
- Give me Cass and Dami as the Batmen of Gotham City. Give them monitoring different areas of the city only to meet up at the end of patrol and go out for their favourite ice cream, still in costume.
- Give me Dami teaching Cass Arabic once she learns English. Give me Cass becoming good enough at Arabic that she and Dami sometimes forget others can’t speak it and end up explaining a plan to only the two of them while everyone else watches, extremely confused.
- Give me them becoming friends over their love for fighting. Their similar backgrounds and how they see the Batfamily as their only family. Give me them going to each other when they have nightmares. Give me them then going to someone else when they have nightmares together.
- Give me someone waking up to find Dami and Cass curled up like kittens on their bed.
- Give me Dami talking very highly of his sister, Cassandra Wayne, to his friends because she is the best dancer and one of the best fighters in the Wayne family, and that’s much better than any of his brothers.
- Give me Dami’s pets loving the extra attention they get when Cass is around. Give me Dami teaching Cass about all his animals and what they do, and telling her proudly how he came to save them.
Prompt (if you want, i really love all of your fanfics) where Feyre has a nightmare but Ehya is away and Cassian or Azriel goes to her room and calms her down, stays with her and fall asleep together. Thank you so much anyway 😘
Feyssian is my ultimate BroTP. Enjoy, Nonnie.
It was happening more and more when he was away. With Nesta on a mission to the Dawn Court, Rhys himself had to go to the Winter Court, to congratulate the High Lord and Lady on the arrival of the new Heir.
“It won’t be long,” he had promised, kissing her forehead before he winnowed away, attending ceremonies and rituals that took place whenever the first heir to a Court was born. And if he was at the Winter Court, she had to stay in Velaris. She understood, begrudgingly, and agreed.
Every night, she climbed into bed, wearing one of his tunics. She knew he was busy, but he still found the spare moment to send a thought of love down the bond.
And every night, like clockwork, Feyre woke up thrashing in their bed. The sheets were damp with her sweat and the room had filled with the night that she had inherited from her mate.
She would reach for him in her sleep, and when her hands hit the cold, empty sheets, her unconscious mind went to work.
Sometimes, she dreamed of her mortal death, of him screaming her name as she was broken by the queen who no longer deserved to be mentioned.
Sometimes, she dreamed that everything had gone wrong that night in Hybern. That her Court had been destroyed. Snapping wings, blood curdling screams and poison flowing through blood streams. And there was nothing she could do but watch.
But tonight; tonight had been the worst of all. Tonight she had dreamed about that day. About the day when it had almost all gone to Hell. Turning to find her mate on the ground, lifeless; no color in his warm, golden skin; cold. The other High Lords had refused, had told her there was nothing they could do. She had wept; screamed. She had tried on her own, but her powers weren’t nearly as strong as the power of six other High Lords.
She’d groveled to Tamlin, who looked at her with pity. She’d begged Helion, who himself had been crying.
There was nothing she could do.
A banging noise tore her from her sleep. She was tangled in the sheets, a silent scream attempting to tear from her throat.
“Feyre!” The door was nearly bowing open with the force of the fists on the other side. “Mother help me, Feyre, I swear, I’ll blow this door open if you don’t give me some indication that you’re alive in there.”
Opening her mouth to reply, ash tumbled to the sheets. She wiped the remains away, a grey smear remaining on her lips and the back of her hand, and stood, making her way to the door. She opened it and Cassian was there, both hands braced on the door frame above her. There was murder in his hazel eyes, murder and…fear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “The nightmares…”
Before she could say anything else, she was wrapped in those huge arms and he held her to his chest. His chin rested on the top her head.
There was nothing romantic in the gesture, just the fact that it was in an intimate setting. It was a comfort, a General being there for his High Lady; a sister leaning on her big brother.
“I get them, too,” he said, breaking the silence. “Especially since the war.”
All Feyre could do was nod. The warm scent that embodied Cass was grounding her, bringing her back to the here and now.
“They usually involve losing your devil of a sister. I wake up and reach for her and she swats my hands away, telling me to grow a pair and get over it.” He was chuckling, and Feyre could hear the love for Nesta in his voice. She knew that they too were healing from the war together.
“Are you okay?” He asked, leaning back to look into her watery eyes.
She nodded and he smiled, wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. He let her go and smiled at her. “Come on.”
He lead her down into the kitchens and told her to sit down and relax. She sat on the couch in the adjoining living room and bundled under a blanket. When he made his way into the room, he carried a plate that held two massive slices of lemon cake and two glasses of milk. Feyre sat up a little more. “Where in the world did you get those?”
A smirk quirked up his lips. “General’s secret.” He handed her a plate and they ate in silence, only the sound of the cutlery on the china filling the room.
Setting her plate on the coffee table in front of them, she leaned her head onto Cassian’s shoulder. “Do they ever go away?” She asked as he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. “Do they ever get easier?”
A sigh left his lips. “I can’t answer that, Feyre. Mine haven’t, but… I’ve seen a lot of bad shit. You can only lean on your family, and you know we’re here for you.”
She could only nod. A moment of silence hung between them. “Tell me something good,” she whispered, her eyes getting heavy.
“Something good,” he mused, running a hand through his loose hair, already messy from sleep. “When I was 14, Rhys’s mother asked me if I’d want to get out of the camps for a few hours. I thought she meant we were going flying, so I told her sure. I was always willing to train and I thought this was just another chance for that. But she held out her hand instead and I took it. It was the first time I had ever winnowed.” He laughed. “Thought I was going to be sick. But she brought me here,” he looked around the room. “To the House. She explained what Velaris was. What the city meant.”
Feyre glanced up at him, he was staring out one of the massive openings, to the glittering city below.
“Even at that point, it was clear I was going to be different. While Rhys, Az and the rest of them were growing strong, they were still fairly gangly. All long limbs and even longer wings. By 14, I was already well past 6’ and none of the clothes the camp gave us fit me right. I’d either get trouble for tearing a shirt during training or not wearing one at all.” He was chuckling again, a mix of amusement and pride in his gaze. “She flew with me, over the city, pointing out all of her favorite places. And we stopped at a tailor’s shop, in the Rainbow. She introduced me to Stephan, who I still go to to this day. She had him make me an entire wardrobe, custom fit to my exact measurements.” He stopped speaking and after a moment, Feyre looked up to ensure he was still awake. She caught the glimmer of a single tear slipping down his tanned cheek, before he wiped it away. “It had been years since she pulled me out of the freezing rain and into her cabin, but it still amazed me. The love she gave to this bastard, who was destined to be no more than a foot soldier on a battlefield, than to be a casualty in one of her mate’s battles.”
“I wish I could have met her,” Feyre whispered, laying her head back on his shoulder.
There was no hesitancy in his reply. “She would have adored you.”
Feyre’s eyes were misty as she said, “Tell me more, please.”
And so he did.
He told her of her kindness and love and beauty. He told her about how she was the only one able to shut Rhys’s father up. He told her, that in ways, Feyre reminded him of her.
And as they drifted off to sleep, watching the sun rise over the Velaris skyline, they both felt a little more whole than they had the night before.
AN* So I ran across this “Bed Sharing AU”prompt listwith 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 5th in a series of oneshots(links to others listed below). I’m using all 8 prompts with different members. 8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.
A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)
Prompt: I have constant nightmares and
I’ve always had someone to cuddle with. Now, I realize we’re not on that level
but you’re the only one here and I’m really scared to go to sleep.
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff, minimal angst, smut-lite
Word Count: 6.5K
“Come on… please!?
laughed at Tae’s voice on the phone, wondering what had gotten into him.
“Why!?” You were completely confused as to why he was
calling you like this. He was never this
pushy… well… not usually. You’d known
TaeHyung forever, and he was a great friend, but his manner was making you a
“Because I’m boooored…” he whined. “Ow!”
You heard a voice that sounded like Yoongi’s grumble in the background.
“You deserved that!
You’re being rude!” you laughed.
“Are you coming or not?”
You hesitated. You’d hung out
with Tae and his friends before… It was always a great time, you loved Yoongi
and JungKook… but you’d only just met Jimin about a month ago. And there was something about his shy sweet
smile that had you melting. He was a new
friend of Tae’s, and they all seemed to get along well, but…
“I don’t know,” you finally answered. “I feel weird… I hardly know Jimin.”
“Jimin!” you heard Tae yell, and your heart stopped.
“Tae, stop it!” you ordered.
He didn’t listen of course.
“Jimin! Can Y/N come
over too!?” You held your breath. “Jimin says to come on over! The more the merrier!” Funny… considering you hadn’t heard any
answer in the background. “We’re AT your
apartment complex… well, Jimin’s apartment complex too… so it’s stupid if you
don’t come hang out with us.” You
blushed and thanked the heavens Tae couldn’t see you.
Of COURSE you knew Jimin lived in your apartment
complex. When you’d first noticed him
walking through the courtyard you hid… you actually
hid behind your curtains and watched him.
He was so cute, and impossibly perfect, and how could you even attempt
to talk to him! He’d said hello once
when you both stopped to get your mail.
You’d responded, and then you both had kind of just stood there…
awkwardly. It was horrible… and you felt
like an idiot. Then he got a text and
you’d excused yourself quickly to avoid embarrassing yourself even further.
That was a couple days ago… and now Tae was inviting you
over to Jimin’s apartment. Just a couple
buildings over… a three minute walk at most.
“Get over here now, or we’re all going to come hang out over
your place!” Tae said loudly with a ring in his voice. You groaned in resignation.
“Fine… give me a few minutes and I’ll head over,” you said
“That’s right… make yourself pretty for us sweetie!” Tae
laughed and you wanted to smack him.
“More like putting on something other than old paint
clothes… let me get dressed and I’ll head over.”
“You have to get dressed?!” he teased. He knew what you’d said, but Yoongi and Jimin
hadn’t heard. Your face flamed.
“Tae, I swear to god, I’m going to kill you…” you growled
into the phone.
“You don’t necessarily HAVE to put clothes on to come over…
we’d be fine with it!”
“KIM TAEHYUNG!” All
you could hear was his laughter and you hung up on him. You’d be over there in a little bit anyway…
and he would pay.
Anon asked “can you do a song fic using “kiss me” by ed sheeran with Bucky and reader?? It can be during their wedding and the reader really likes this song so Bucky request for them to play it and add all the fluff you possibly can please”
A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged here. This was cute and it almost made me cry.
Merlin appreciation post. I’m in love with this gorgeous man, and so are Eggsy and Harry.
This man looked like Merlin, but Eggsy was sure as hell that he had never seen this person before.
No clipboard. Cunning smile with a tricky glance. A casual black suit. A black polo with few undone buttons. A polo, which fabric stretched across his chest each time he moved, widening the edges of its collar and showing even more of an outlined collarbone with each move. And, of course, the jawline of a hunting dog.
Quotes from the film The Brothers Grimm ( 2005 ) gathered in sentence starter meme form. Send one or more in for our muses to interact!
❝ You’ll never believe it. ❞ ❝ You believed it? ❞ ❝ Where do you come from? ❞ ❝ We’re looking for food and lodging. ❞ ❝ Every second counts. ❞ ❝ It was a hundred years ago. ❞ ❝What can you do for us? ❞ ❝ The exorcism of witches requires a very special method. ❞ ❝ This is no ordinary witch. ❞ ❝ We’ve got no one else to turn to. ❞ ❝ I must tell the whole town. ❞ ❝ That one was a bit of a nightmare. ❞ ❝ Don’t give me that look. ❞ ❝ All you have to do is ride into town and smile. ❞ ❝ You, my friend, have talent. ❞ ❝ Who’s there? ❞ ❝ What’s going on? ❞ ❝ Exactly what am I enduring? ❞ ❝ I gutted the pig myself. ❞ ❝ In the very middle of the wood was the witch’s gingerbread house. ❞ ❝ Keep your eyes open. ❞ ❝ Anyone there? ❞ ❝ Why don’t you have a look around? ❞ ❝ Who are you? ❞ ❝ They’re famous! ❞ ❝ It was a trap. ❞ ❝ Do you understand? ❞ ❝ It’s never turned against us. ❞ ❝ You have nothing further to fear. ❞ ❝ Your salvation is at hand. ❞ ❝ Is your father home? ❞ ❝ You think I care about the village? ❞ ❝ He was trying to run away. ❞ ❝ You shall regain your courage and your joy. ❞ ❝ To the forest! ❞ ❝ Apparently we’re on foot from here. ❞ ❝ What exactly is it meant to do? ❞ ❝ I feel it’s safe to proceed. ❞ ❝ I thought you said the animals don’t come here. ❞ ❝ It’s almost like a smell. ❞ ❝ You’re not afraid, are you? ❞ ❝ What happened here? ❞ ❝ We really should search the tower. ❞ ❝ There’s no way in. ❞ ❝ They say you can hear her screams across the oceans. ❞ ❝ It’s just an old story. ❞ ❝ I’m afraid my instruments aren’t detecting much. ❞ ❝ Don’t trust the trees. ❞ ❝ Show us the way and I’ll give you a kiss. ❞ ❝ There was some kind of presence back there. ❞ ❝ It won’t be long now. ❞ ❝ You’re on your own tomorrow. ❞ ❝ Can I come in? ❞ ❝ How exactly do you intend to save us? ❞ ❝ I thought that went rather well. ❞ ❝ Are you seeing what I’m seeing? ❞ ❝ How many times do I have to tell you? ❞ ❝ I have to go back. ❞ ❝ If you stay, it’ll destroy you too. ❞ ❝ I am in no way responsible. ❞ ❝ Just stay close to your horse. ❞ ❝ This is not your world. ❞ ❝ Magic beans don’t work. ❞ ❝ I’m terrified. You should be too. ❞ ❝ It’s not magic. It’s just shiny. ❞ ❝ Don’t you understand? I have to do this. ❞ ❝ You’re my brother. ❞ ❝ I want you to believe in me. ❞ ❝ I think you’re overcomplicating it. ❞ ❝ I’ll just try to be gentle. ❞ ❝ Make up your mind. ❞ ❝ Good timing. ❞ ❝ Nice disguise. ❞ ❝ Trust the toad. ❞ ❝ It’s enchanted as well. ❞ ❝ What are you wearing? ❞ ❝ That’s a lie. ❞ ❝ How dare you. ❞ ❝ All I wanted was a little order. ❞ ❝ Who’s the fairest of them all? ❞ ❝ Can you save him? ❞ ❝ Can anybody hear me? ❞ ❝ I know this story from my childhood. ❞ ❝ There is still time. ❞ ❝ The spell can be broken with a kiss of true love. ❞ ❝ Maybe you should give it a try. ❞ ❝ Sorry I never believed in you. ❞ ❝ You’re welcome here anytime. ❞ ❝ This is your home. ❞ ❝ The day’s not over yet. ❞ ❝ Would you call this a turning point? ❞
I’m thinking about mages and templars post-inquisition again bc I just love the idea of there being mages and templars who have fought for the same cause, who are tired of war, who have learned to trust each other and work together and find solace in the fact that they’ve both managed to survive it all
And like.. you know that sanctuary Cullen starts post-Trespasser for recovering templars like himself? I like to imagine that a fair number of mages end up there as well, for a multitude of reasons. Some of them are trying to find old aquantiences from their Circle, some are following their templar friends from the Inquisition, some just.. don’t know where else to go.
Mages with healing abilities end up helping to sooth the nightmares and the headaches that come from lyrium withdrawal. They tend old, aching injuries and heal ugly battle scars. Others help set up defenses, just in case, or do what they can to keep the place up and running.
Of course there are templars there who are still skeptical of the mages, or who fear the touch of magic- and at the sanctuary mages are able to prove themselves just as human as the templars.
Just give me mages and templars who learn to trust each other. Give me aging templars and mages who realize that all that time spent fighting was for nothing, who forgive each other for all that happenened. Give me young templars and mages who decide, no matter what happens, they won’t let it get that bad again.
Templars and mages who work together, who look forward to a future where maybe, just maybe, this damned war can be forgotten.
I had my initial reactions but after watching the movie again and thinking about all of the things that happened I have some more in depth feelings about the events and the characters so I’m going to break it down.
This post contains a lot of spoilers!
Laura “the puff” Hollis (◠‿◠✿)
I love that Laura started off the movie in her typical Laura story-telling way that we all know and love, it’s that cute cheesy campness from the webseries and it makes it so light and happy. Getting to see Laura having this huge plan and then trying to work things out felt really realistic and I loved the little notes like “Go to Comic Con with Carmilla” and “Save the Bees”
Her excitement over getting to attend a ball was so pure and good and it was really nice to see that she was still the same bubbly, excitable character shining through in her personality.
How good she looked in that corset, old-timey dress! I loved the entire build-up to the scene that will forever make me blush and squeal was so perfectly done - the nervousness Laura felt and how unsure she was until she saw the way Carmilla was looking at her - I cannot fully express just how incredible it was.
The balance of soft and strong is always so well done with her as a character.
I was very close to tears when Laura broke down after she thought Ell had killed Carmilla. The shakiness in her tone, the way her lip quivered and how her eyes held so much pain and so much fear. Elise’s performance in that scene in particular really sticks out to me. I could feel her pain and it was so emotional, so heartbreaking with an incredible execution. Her delivery of the lines and the way her body movements/gestures and facial expressions helped to really convey such sorrow and such heavy emotions. Elise deserves an award for that scene alone! (she totally deserves lots of awards though)
Laura was still so driven and such a powerhouse. I love the balance of the silly, goofy, nerdy parts of her character paired with the nerve, the determination and the unyielding loyalty. It’s what makes Laura such a likeable character for me.
Favourite line: “I know Krav Maga, I am a weapon!”
Carmilla Karnstein ♥‿♥
Look at my soft and snarky child. She is so happy and free and I love seeing this much lighter side to her.
Alternatively I really liked getting to delve into the side of herself that Carmilla tries to hide, the horrors and the literal ghosts of her past being there and her learning how to finally move on from the amount of guilt and conflict she felt about them.
It broke my heart to see how scared she looked after vamping out and hurting Laura, how vulnerable and genuinely terrified of herself she was - it was such a good piece of acting.
Her sarcasm definitely hasn’t suffered and I love that she’s still so snarky and her humour is so dry.
Seeing Carmilla in a corset again made me feel a lot of things.
The scene where Laura finds Carmilla in her nightmare-scape rewatching the confrontation with Ell broke my heart all over again. Seeing Carmilla so broken watching it reminded me of alt!Carm. The way Natasha acts in those types of scenes is always so emotional and almost hauntingly beautiful.
I am conflicted about Carmilla being a vampire again. I think that it was really important for Carmilla to have the personal growth and to stop running from the past, to finally put it to rest. She didn’t want anyone else to suffer and by giving away her humanity it let her move on, it showed how important these people are to Carmilla and for that I really did like it because she could let go. I don’t like that she is now immortal again because it’s the exact same issue we had in the webseries of Carmilla being immortal when Laura is not, so given that we saw in the credits about the “fountain of youth” I am hoping that this means Laura will become immortal too because otherwise it is such a bittersweet ending for them and I don’t want that. I want them to have one another forever and be happy!
CARMILLA FINALLY HAS FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so very happy about the fact that they are all her friends too instead of just being friends with Laura. They are all actually nice and good to her and I feel so blessed that we got to see her no longer feeling so alone. (´⌣`ʃƪ)
Favourite line: “40 minutes to get you into that huh? Bet I could get you out of it faster.”
Mel “the warrior” Callis（＾∀＾）
I love how far Mel has come from being that snarky, closed-off girl to becoming a very important and good member of the squad. How she started off despising all of them but grew to love them all for who they are, fighting alongside them and valuing their friendship.
Mel’s sass levels are as glorious as ever.
Still laughing over how she fully called everyone out about their collectively colourful and traumatic past managing to be both savage and absolutely hilarious.
Getting to see a slightly softer and more compassionate side of Mel was really lovely; I loved her comforting Perry after Laf disappeared, that cute forehead bump she did with Laura and the “our Carm” line made me smile so much - to see that protective yet sweet side of her is something I’ve been craving for a while now.
The masquerade outfit
Mel and Kirsch’s interactions were so funny, I loved the banter between them.
Mel + Gertrude the Cross-Bow (´⌣`ʃƪ)
Mel + Charlotte 👏👏👏👏
I love how 100% done Mel is with Ell’s shit. That was a glorious moment and it gave that “cool motive, still murder” kind of vibe.
Mel and Charlotte dancing and seeing Mel with the biggest smile on her face was so important!
I repeat Mel in a suit!!!!!!
Favourite line: “Your life, you want your life. Yeah, we know, but it’s not all about you.”
Other elements of the movie I enjoyed
Getting to see Laura’s editing process and behind the scenes of her vlogging.
Domestic Hollstein! Re-birthday cakes and kisses (´⌣`ʃƪ)
Kirsch being an adorable, oblivious puppy. He added such fun to the mass of emotions and angst and I really liked his dynamics with everyone.
Classic Kirsch being tapped to dust whilst eating a burger. 😂
I love that we know have Perry embracing that and having her form this really nice middle ground between season 1 Perry and season 0 Perry, I was really fricking proud of her working so hard to help in any and all the ways she could. It’s been really nice to see Perry without that overwhelming anxiety, it’s still there but seeing her cope with that so much better made me feel so happy.
Lafontaine having their bionic eye and being excited about doing some old-school fieldwork.
Laferry working so closely to the Supernatural.
“Haunted house, totally called it.” “Run Weirdo!”
Perry bringing a whole bag full of cleaning supplies.
The 40 minute mark
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How beautiful, sensual, sexy and real the sex scene was. It didn’t feel forced or overdone, we got to see them being truly in love and it really showed through their chemistry and the way it was staged and shot. The build-up, the music to go with it. I am still shook.
The masquerade scene. It was so well choreographed, everyone looked fantastic and it was just so much fun to get to see them all dancing and being happy before Ell ruined it.
“Let’s not fight infront of the ghosts, Honey.”
The angst and hurt/comfort - it was painful and it hurt my fictional children whom I love so very much but it was also glorious and so well done. I think it made the story so much more powerful. Me: make my faves suffer. Also me: they’re very small and you’re hurting them!
Kickass fight scenes! Laura getting to use her Krav Maga! Mel shooting Ell!
Dominique absolutely killing it with her A++++ acting. I both loved and hated Ell and all of her scenes were very gripping and emotional. She was an excellent choice for Ell. Dom was so creepy and cunning, the way she spoke and how she interacted with Laura and Carmilla gave me goosebumps.
The picnic scene was really cute, Hollstein looking like they’re married, Laferry being excited about their booming business, Kirsch bragging about the fight, Mel and Laura resting their heads on one another.
^ The squad being reunited and safe!
The soundtrack was so damn good!
Fountain of youth?????? Best getting drinking Laura!
The return of my queen Matska (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
Roadtrip??? To be continued…? TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sign me the fuck up!
The cinematography in this film was sooooooooooo good! It looked really great and the shots were so well lit with MULTIPLE CAMERA ANGLES.
(All gifs are my own :P)
THANK YOU CARMILLA! Thank you for giving us a kickass, emotional and magical movie. We love you guys!
summary: it’s YOUR chair. regardless of the fact that you found him sleeping there, for merlin’s sake, it’s yours. neither he, nor james seems to understand that. remus is an accidental wingman, lily is there to help, and peter just wants everybody to be friends.
word count: ~2200
a/n: (thats pretty fuckin ironic peter pettigrew u stupid swine) ANYWAY KIDS WHATS UP I LOVE ALL THE MARAUDERS EQUALLY???? but i have an especially soft spot for sirius and remus and james…. hmm…. (especially ben barnes as sirius and andrew garfield as remus but shhh) anyway ik i have a shit ton of requests to do but here i am, master procrastinator, back with more procrastination works! i had an impulse okay. y’all should be thanking me for this insight on snogging sirius black bc i know i’m thanking myself tonight
Request from @isabellsantiago:
I don’t know if you are still taking requests but i’ll try. My request is a Peter Pan x reader when she is the daughter of Hades bu she is good, very powerful, and she lives in Storybrooke and when the group (including her) needs Pan because of a new threat they hate each other at first but she starts falling in love with him and Pan act like he doesn’t like her back until she gets really injured to protect him and he saves her life with the true love kiss. Please consider my request :)
Note: I had so much fun with this one so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Peter Pan x Reader
Warnings: Violence, blood, angst (but then some fluff so don’t worry lol!)
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine.All credit goes to their creators <3
we like it or not we need his help.”
You weren’t saying anything as you stood inside
Granny’s Diner with the heroes of Storybrooke; you despised the fact that you
were even having this conversation. Although you had never met the person they
were speaking about you knew all too well how devious and manipulative he
was…..hardly sounded like someone you wanted to ask to help.
He had already managed to get out of your father’s
grips….out of the hands of Death himself.
You may not have followed in the footsteps of Hades,
having chosen to go down the good path, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t
care for him. He was still your father and the fact that someone had managed to
get the better of him infuriated you.
“[y/n] are you okay with the plan?”
Regina’s voice pulled you out of the daze you had
unknowingly gone into but the frown upon your face didn’t change as you
“I guess I’m gonna have to be. It’s either that or I
lose my magic.”
This was all down to Rumpelstiltskin, your father
should have destroyed him when he’d had the chance, at least then you wouldn’t
have to be turning to a demon of a boy. The former Dark One was determined to
rid this realm of magic entirely, aside from his own, meaning that he would be
unstoppable and would have control over everyone here.