You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.
Can we talk about how at the end of 12.12 Mary said, "I almost lost one of my boys." Like, no, she's hardly the best mother figure, but the fact that Cas is "one of her boys"? omg. That felt huge to me.
I have to say - I’m having complicated feelings for Mary right now - not only Mary not coming clean about the Colt to Ramiel when there was a slight chance he was going to kill her and let the others go, but mostly Mary turning over one of the most powerful weapons in existence to a secret organization she knows nothing about - also people who tortured and skinned her son.
The kindest explanation for Mary not saying anything in that barn was to assume she’d sort of - frozen in fear? After all, she may have caught up with her reading (we don’t know what she’s been up to, exactly), but to her, yellow-eyes demons must be the worst kind of enemies - much more close and personal than anything else. And as for her involvement with the BMoL - I’ll go all Tale of The Three Brothers on this and say Mary’s sort on a path of self-destruction, and she doesn’t care who else gets hurt as long as she gets what she was promised: the end of the supernatural threat utterly and completely. I’m not saying she doesn’t love Sam and Dean, and, as you say, she seems to have taken to Cas as well (even if, I’ll admit, it seemed a bit forced to me), but we know she feels a big disconnect with the world around her, because that’s not where she belongs. And in her mind, her sons are already dead, in a sense, because everything she’d hoped for them went up in flames in that nursery, and if she could only fix that - if she could rid the world of monsters, once and for all - any price is worth that, including, I suspect, the lives of anyone she’s ever met, like Wally, whom she considered a friend, or even Sam and Dean.
I’m probably wrong, but I’ve been wondering, on and off, how much guilt Mary is carrying around. In a way, she got her parents killed, and we know that with their deaths, a whole dynasty of hunters crumbled away into nothingness. How many lives were lost because Samuel Campbell wasn’t there to coordinate the hunts on those monsters? Is that why Mary kept hunting, even if she’d gotten out? Because one day she turned on the radio in her ordinary, sigil-free kitchen and heard about two kids who’d been gutted in an ‘animal attack’ and knew - she just did - that this was a nest of vampires her father had been tracking before she traded his life for John’s?
All this to say that, if it make sense, her inclusion of Cas as one of ‘my boys’ wasn’t so much as a statement in Cas’ favour, but a downgrading of her own sons, in my view. We already know she’s feeling complicated feelings for both of them, and now we’re learning that those extend to not involving them in her decisions and not trusting them and even putting their lives on the line if necessary. And I’m sure Mary loves her sons, and that she’s including Cas in her brood because of that hunter/soldier philosophy they all seem to function by, but I think she also feels responsible for the rest of the world - perhaps even for giving birth to the archangels’ vessels, who knows - and since she hasn’t long left on Earth, she’s determined to put everything right, no matter the cost.
And, by the way - not that I’m still obsessing over that, but Cas’ I love you - I’ve read some people frowning at the fact there were two different sentences there, and I now think Mary was the reason why. It wasn’t singular and plural - it was two different plurals. Because, well, look at Cas’ whole speech -
Thank you. Knowing you, it - it’s been the best part of my life. And the things that - the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me. You’re my family. I love you.
- where does Mary fit into that? Cas’ known her, like, two months? That speech is for Sam and Dean, not Mary. As is that first I love you - which is why we get a second one, I love all of you, which is a more inclusive plural.
Anyway - I should specify this is not Mary hate - I like the character they’re building there, and I like how they’re working against the classic motherhood tropes. Still, she’s truly her sons’ mother - as guilt-ridden and martyrdom-seeking as Dean, as secretive and randomly hubristic as Sam - not a good combination.
based on things that have actually happened to me working at a flower shop:
“someone just died in your family and you came in to order some flowers for their funeral and you’re just crying all alone at the counter and I feel so bad I want to hug you” AU
“you keep coming in here and asking for a single red rose and you’re such a regular you just call me on the phone and I have it ready for you when you come in but I’m also very interested who you’re buying all these roses for?" AU (bonus: person B keeps wanting to give the roses to person A but gets too flustered so they just have vases full of roses in their house)
"I work here to make some extra money while I go to school and you come in every day, walk around the store, steal a cookie and then leave and I’m starting wonder if you have any food to eat at home so now I’m concerned for your health” AU
“the store is dead and I go in the back to water some of the dish gardens and I bust out singing so I don’t hear the door open but when I turn around I see you standing there watching me and you look so good and I’m such a dweeb how could this happen to me?” AU
A/N: Just a love story inspired by Alessia Cara’s ‘I’m Yours.’ Enjoy :)
Don’t acknowledge him.
Don’t acknowledge him.
Don’t acknowledge him.
Holding back a groan, you forced out a closed-lip smile for Clint and Natasha before taking a sip of your coffee, disregarding the nuisance seated beside you. You told yourself to control the anger within and that the constant annoyance would eventually subside.
BTS reaction to their S/O always puts her hands under their shirt or up their sleeves to feel their skin as a habit
‘’Hello, can you do nct 127+bts reaction to their gf always puts her hands under their shirt or up their sleeves to feel their skin as a habit 😇 thank you in advance’’ ~ @sinerwhoisasin
A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the gifs! They belong to their rightful owners! I also do not own BTS.
Unfortunately. Wish I owned them. So I would never walk alone. Bye.
Jin would be surprised every time it happened at first, but be completely cool with it later on. He is pretty confident over his looks, so if his girlfriend would touch his body too he would only get more confident about himself.
He wouldn’t really like it if you’d put your hand underneath his shirt in public, though. He’d probably quickly push your hands away and make up an excuse why you couldn’t do that. You would understand, though, and feel a little guilty since it was just a habit and you couldn’t really help yourself, either.
If you would up his sleeve, he’d be cool with that, though. And that is what you probably did most of the time. Especially if the two of you went shopping, at some random moment you’d up his sleeve and clung onto his arm, making him laugh out loud.
‘’Ah, Y/N. I don’t wear long sleeves for nothing! It’s cold like this,’’
Wouldn’t mind it at all. Heck, he’d probably love it. Not exactly in a perverted way, though. He would just love it that you liked touching him, even if it was just a weird habit. It was cute in his eyes and there is no way he would ever tease you about it. Maybe in his head a little.
The two of you were just chilling on the couch as you both had a day off for the first time in forever, and you made sure you would spend it in the best way ever - exactly, do nothing. Nothing than just cuddling every now and then as you watched a movie, or a random episode from a random series, and so on.
An action movie was next thing on the list, and the both of you were so into it. All the explosions, gunshots, everything just got you two hooked. You’d snuggle closer against him, and the next thing Namjoon knew was having your hand underneath his shirt which caused him to frown.
‘’Ahh you could’ve just said so, Jagi.’’ He laughed as he pulled up his shirt so you could touch his skin better.
Two things could happen - he could get incredibly shy, or confident. No in between. It would depend on the situation, though. When the other guys were around, he would react shy as the guys would be yelling stuff like: ‘’His abs will get their comeback someday, no need to check everyday.’’ or anything in that line. So he would just laugh it off a bit and try to distract the guys soon after.
However, when the two of you would be alone, it would probably ‘’awaken the beast inside of him’’. You had been bored for a while, but didn’t really want to disturb Jimin, who was reading through a notebook from one of the members which he needed for their next practice.
Yet, after half an hour, the boredom would really start killing you. You’d walk up to Jimin, wrap your arms around his waist and move your hands towards his front. Your hands would quickly make their way to Jimin’s ‘abs’, smiling a little. Jimin put the notebook down as he looked at you,
‘’Aish, Jagi. You know what that does to me, right?’’
And then, there’s Taehyung. He would laugh it off and tease you a little bit, just being playful as heck. Of course he’d still be shy about the fact that you were touching his skin just like that, I mean you could also just touch his cheeks, so why either his arm or belly? Was it more special?
Anyhow, he would still think it was the cutest thing in the world since sometimes you didn’t even notice your habit was showing up and casually touched him like that. Yeah, it could really make this smol baby smile.
You were hanging out with Taehyung and the other guys, having a normal conversation. Nothing special, really. Until you’d suddenly up Taehyung’s sleeve and poke his arm, all focused on that, and that only. Taehyung would laugh and hug you tightly in front of the others.
‘’Ahh see how cute Y/N is? She can’t even take her hands off of me!’’
Shook. End of story. Bye.
No, seriously. Jungkook would be really shook, and have no idea what to do or what to say. Push your hand away? Just smile it off? Say something about it, for example he didn’t like it or that he didn’t mind? That he’d prefer it if you were alone? No idea, he would simply have no idea and just stand there and wait until you’re finished.
So every time, once you were done touching either his arm or his abs, he’d just look at you with a slight grin on his face.
‘’Your habit was showing off again, Y/N. How did it even come to this?’’ he’d tease you a bit in the end, before pulling you into a tight hug.
Okay, I think we all know that Hoseok wouldn’t mind this at all, either. He’d smile brightly and fanboy about you touching him all over just because you felt like it. It was a sign of affection to him, so no way that it would get Hoseok either shocked or surprised. He would really be happy about it.
After a new concept was released, he would take a look at it together with you. This time, instead of fangirling like you usually would, you took a good look at Hoseok’s photoshoot, then to Hoseok himself, his photoshoot and then him again; you decided that after seeing the photos you really just wanted to touch Hoseok’s beautiful skin.
A smile appeared on your face, and you knew that it was just a stupid habit of yours, but you went along with it anyway - Hoseok didn’t seem to mind it, after all. You sat closer to him and quickly slipped both of your hands under his shirt as you smiled brightly.
‘’Hehe, the real thing is the best, yes.’’ You’d saying jokingly.
‘’Jagi, why are you so adorable?’’ Hoseok responded, smooching your whole face affectionately.
He didn’t exactly mind it, as long as you didn’t disturb him while he was resting/sleeping(no one would survive that). Yoongi wouldn’t really feel uncomfortable, but if you did it he would prefer you touched his arms instead of other parts of his body.
So sometimes you’d randomly up his sleeve and stroke his upper arm all the way down to the tip of his middle finger and back, probably smiling like an idiot since Yoongi had an incredibly soft and fair looking skin. Which is also how it felt like - soft.
‘’Y/N. That really tickles, you know? You’re really smiling like an idiot right now. This habit of yours is so weird… ‘’ Yoongi nodded his head a little, trying to hide a smile. ‘’That makes you… you, I guess.’’
Thanks to the wonderful blueseraphima who I can never thank enough, I have the texts of GoRa’s currently ongoing series of short stories 4 Seasons of K, subtitled ~Seasonal short stories that might have happened~ and published monthly. This is the third story of the series, about Homura’s flower viewing experience.
Pairing: George x Reader Request: Request where (Y/n) gets dosed with a love potion by someone else, but she accidentally falls for one of the twins instead A/N: Sorry it’s been ages! It’s very late at night so this hasn’t been edited. Also, where I go into detail about how the first person the drinker sees is who they fall for, that was pulled directly out of my ass souly for the purpose of the story because the wiki didn’t have much on the other potions that weren’t amortentia so I made it up Squicks: little bit of swearing
He sort of blackmailed me into it. Seamus Finnigan knew about the shipments for the store that we were hiding in the Docks, and threatened to go to McGonagall if we didn’t help him out.
“Which one of you is the least crap at potions?” he had asked me and Fred, smiling while thinking of all the possibilities now that he had us under his thumb.
“Neither of us are shit at potions mate,” Fred stood up for himself, sneering down at the little stain who thought he could boss us around.
“Alright, if one of you can get a love potion to me by tomorrow night I’ll keep your little secret, howzabout it?”
We had no clue what he wanted a love potion for, but we didn’t really care. The less we had to spend dealing with that git the better.
“You’re the least shit at potions,” Fred said to me once Seamus had buggered off, “do you wanna make it?” I groaned in response, honestly not wanting to go through the trouble of sneaking into Snape’s little pantry to get out some shit that I don’t even want, then go to the trouble of making this damn thing, again when it isn’t even something I want.
We stayed up that night making the blasted potion, Fred insisting that he was there for encouragement purposes. Not many people knew that I was actually alright at Potions, especially since Snape would never dream of giving me the marks to show it…
At around 3 in the morning, the stupid potion was done. We poured it into one of the empty bottles from the ingredients that we nicked, and snuck back up to Gryffindor tower. On our way back up to our dorm, we made sure to make a stop on the way. “Oi, what the f—“ Seamus started, freaking out at the sudden awakening of Fred shoving him, “There’s your perfume, now get off our backs,” I whispered sharply at Seamus, as he took the bottle and told us to piss off.
— — Morning (Regular POV) — —
Fred and George were at the Gryffindor table, their lack of sleep evident in their flippant attitude and tired looks. They broke out of this mood, however, when Seamus grasped their curiosity. He was whispering to Dean, holding the glass bottle filled with the cherry pink potion that George had made a few hours ago.
“What have you got, Seamus?” Ron called out, nothing his shifty behaviour as well as the unusual bottle. He was immediately shushed and shot an intimidating glare with wild hand movements, “Keep it down, Weasley! It’s a love potion idiot, I’m going to get Y/n to be all over me!” Seamus laughed, while Ron, Hermione and Harry all looked awkwardly and warily each other.
Fred’s eyes widened as he looked over at his twin, who had an angry expression on his face, mixed with fear. George, much like Seamus, had feelings for Y/n, and Fred knew about it because, well, of course he does. The two weren’t particularly close with Y/n, but that didn’t stop George crushing over her constantly.
Seamus and Dean laughed, as they nodded to each other, silently setting their plan in motion. Before George had the chance to do anything, Dean had started a conversation with Y/n, causing her to look away from her breakfast, while Seamus poured the contents of the bottle into her orange juice. George looked at Seamus with a panicked expression, only to have it returned with Seamus’ glare, wordlessly sending him a warning of what he’ll do if George blew his cover.
Fred quietly swore to himself, the gears in his brain trying to work out a solution, while George weighed out his options: lose Y/n or lose the shop. In these moments, the answer was obvious to George, but as he looked back at her, she was already bringing the glass to her lips.
“Y/N—!” George tried to warn her. As she drank the liquid she looked across the table at George, her eyes lingering on him. Seamus and Dean laughed and high-fived from behind her, as she put the glass back on the table.
Now would be a good time to take note on the assortments of love potions. There are five known assortments of love potions, each with assumingly different effects. George, having not opened up the shop with his brother yet, had not yet needed to test out these different types. Unlike Amortentia where the giver of the potion is the one the drinker will be infatuated with, it’s the first person that the drinker sees that they will be infatuated with in this case.
— — George’s POV — —
She kept staring at me, as if something was stopping her from looking away. A smile slowly formed on her lips, as she rested her head in her hands, still staring at me.
“Y/n? You alright there?” Fred asked, moving his head next to mine to try and get her to look at him. She kept staring, her smile big as she replied in an airy voice, “never been better”.
Seamus, clearly annoyed, sat directly next to Y/n and moved her head with his hands so that she was facing him, “Helloooo?” he said into her face,
“I’d rather look at George Weasley,” she giggled, looking back at me, her head resting in her hands again, “God, you’re handsome, isn’t he handsome, er, whatever your name is,” she said to Seamus, causing Fred and Dean to laugh and Seamus to look like he would explode with anger.
“Uh, how about we go for a walk?” I suggest quickly, standing up as more people start to pay attention to the small scene.
Y/n gasped with excitement, “yes! Let’s go on a loooong romantic walk together!”
I start to walk toward the door with Y/n walking on the other side of the table at the same pace, watching me still with that smile.
Fred nudged me, “George, mate, don’t get sucked into it, it’s the potion talking—“
“I know,” I say quietly back, “we’re going to the hospital wing”.
Walking all the way up to the hospital wing was nothing short of a nightmare. All I’ve wanted was for Y/n to have feelings for me, but there’s only so many compliments, hand holding, cuddles and heart eyes one man can take in the space of five minutes.
“What’s the problem?” Madam Pomfrey asked,
“Y/n’s been slipped a love potion,” Fred says, as I hold up my arm which Y/n is hugging.
“Ah, I see,” Madam Pomfrey says sceptically, “I hope you realise that love potions are banned from Hogwarts…”
I explained to her that I wasn’t the one to slip Y/n that blasted potion, but how I was the first one she looked at afterwards. She thankfully believed me, and sat the dazed Y/n down on one of the hospital beds and handing her an antidote.
“Isn’t he dreamy…” Y/n giggled, eyes back on me.
“I think it best that the two of you leave, or else the antidote will take much longer to work,” Madam Pomfrey explained, as Y/n flipped her hair and sent me a wink.
Fred and I both agreed, and we said good-bye to Y/n, to which she started crying. “Noooooo George, I don’t want you to leave, pleeeeeeease!” she whaled.
“It would make me really happy if you just stayed here and got some rest, alright?” I asked her, looking down at my hand that she had taken in her own. It stung that she was only acting as if she was in love with me because of a potion, and that she didn’t really have any of these feelings towards me, not really. I wanted to get out of there soon as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about that, but there was also something that felt perfect about my hand being in hers.
After a few hours, a healthy Y/n walked cautiously through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room. A few people saw her and giggled amongst themselves, embarrassment clear on Y/n’s face. A few hours ago she couldn’t keep her eyes off me, and now she couldn’t even bring herself to look in my direction, instead looking at the floor as she walked past the Gryffindors, towards the stair case leading to the dormitories.
“Y/n, hold up,” I say, taking hold of her forearm as we were half way up the staircase. She turned around, taking a moment before gaining the confidence to look up at me.
“Y/n, I know you probably feel like shit, and if there’s anything I can do I’ll do it, but I didn’t slip you that love potion, I wouldn’t do that to you,” I try to explain. I wasn’t trying to defend myself, I just wanted to ease some of the embarrassment that she was feeling. I repeat the story of how it all happened, and I could see her face soften. “I wouldn’t do anything to force you to have feelings for me, I know you don’t feel that way about me,” I say, not meaning to sound as deflated as I felt.
Y/n looked at me, not the same way as this morning, but with a curious look, as if briefly studying me.
“I do like you, George,” she said, smiling at the look of astonishment on my face.
“You… What?” is all I manage to say, causing her to laugh,
“Yeah, I like you a fair bit, maybe not crazy in love like this morning,” she smiles, “but there’s definitely something there. I’ve already made a fool of myself in front of you today, so I might as well admit it all now,” she says with a shrug.
I don’t say anything for a few seconds, because what do you say back to that? The girl who went from head-over-heels in love with me to what I thought would be her despising me, and now meeting in the middle to her fancying me, it’s a lot. So, with no words coming to mind to save me, I kissed her. I wrapped my arm around her, my free hand resting on her jaw, as she kissed me back almost immediately.
We parted, and I couldn’t help but smile. Who knew that Seamus being such a dick could’ve turned out this good?
Request: I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write one with Freddie Anderson and like you knew him from when he played for the Ducks cause your one of the players little sister and you always got along and liked each other but lost touch when he went to to Toronto. Then you get into a ma/phd program at Toronto university and contact him so you’ll have a friend and like you end up together. Maybe some of the leafs in it too lol sorry it’s so long! I’ve just had this idea in my head 🙈
Author’s note: I was so excited about this but then my brain refused to let me write! lol. Anyways pretty sure I’ll be adding a part 2 to this…
Warnings: I think a few cuss words? Just assume that’s always a given with my writing. I cuss like a hockey player in real life too.