#Of COURSE we get this information AFTER CAS DIES

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Round 1 of 6, Group 1 of 4

Propaganda is under the cut (671 words) - may contain spoilers

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propaganda

Chén Qíng Lìng/The Untamed - 1.50 Episode 50

The mastermind who plans everything has appeared. He's not someone who wouldn't think he would be the one who is behind everything, including Wei Wuxian's comeback. Who would that be?

I nominate this final on grounds of CCP information control, censorship and homophobia. They were so scared of the power of wangxian that they ended up banning ao3 in china and in the show they have to inexplicably have them part ways just to hammer home the no-homo. Plus the show is just kind of objectively bad.... but it rewires your brain all the same

Supernatural - 15.20 Carry On

cw: suicide

After Chuck is defeated and someone takes his place, Sam and Dean go about their life of hunting, but things don't turn out as expected.

1) you know why 2) god. where do i fucking start. this episode completely ignores this large cast of characters that were considered family in order to make it the "just two brothers" show again, scrapping basically every shred of character development shown throughout the course of the show, cutting out incredibly important characters at the last second (i.e. eileen being replaced with blurry wife for no fucking reason, cas not being there at all despite the whole love confession/ dying for dean that happened just two episodes before). in the penultimate episode the boys fight god. the finale? a random vampire from an episode of season one, who up until this point had never been mentioned again. then we have Dean being impaled on a very phallic looking spike and, after a speech about it just being about the brothers, dies. he then goes to heaven, where his father figure tells him his abusive dad is just down the road. he hops in his car (also in heaven, somehow) and drives for the next 60 odd years waiting for Sam to die. meanwhile, sam is moving on with blurry wife and i shown with a son named dean (as seen stitched onto his clothes), and we eventually see sam, now old and clad in the crustiest looking wig i have ever seen, die in the hospital. he goes to heaven, meets Dean on a bridge, and the last shot is the entire cast and crew on the bridge saying goodbye, completely shattering the fourth wall because fuck it, who cares anymore. and this isn't even mentioning everything that happened after. just an absolute mess the whole way through. 3) Random villain from season 1 kills one of the main characters, he goes to heaven and drives around while the other main character gets a montage of growing old a horrible wig. And that's not even all. 4) It abandoned 15 years of series theme and character growth, veered away from the natural story line and failed to resolve major plot threads. Dean deserved better, and so did Cas. See also Jared's terrible wig, Dean jr, Dean driving through heaven for five minutes... 5) Dean dies in the most anticlimactic way, cheap wig, blurry wife 6) There was no Castel :( 7) I mean... 8) destroyed every character arc in one fell swoop. the guy who tried to kill himself and struggled with depression throughout the show ended up killing himself anyway! was cas’s death even important? who was blurry wife? why was the absolute ugliest toddler imaginable cast to play Sam’s son? but in order to truly grasp how decimating this finale was, you have to understand the queerbaiting between 15.18 and the finale. why did Misha post that pic in the onion field with Uriel. why was Misha originally credited to be in 19 episodes of the final season on IMDb. why was . Hrrgghh. 9) Do I even need to write propaganda for this one? Even though it was the series finale we are still here after 3 years 😂 Title said 'carry on', but the fandom said 'nah, time for season 16'. 10) Bad old man makeup and no castiel 11) Everything had been neatly wrapped up in the previous episode. Then they decided "Hey you know what would be great? If we just killed one of the main characters." They killed him for no reason. He deserved to live a full life, have a family, retire, but nope! He met his match in a RUSTY NAIL. Not to mention that there were terrible wigs, blurry wives, and subtextual incest vibes involved.

+ After it aired, one of the actors unfollowed everyone who had anything to do with the episode.

[where-is-my-whump]

Hudson and Rex whumpy fanfiction

Wrong turn

Summary: A new case is messing with everyone. Charlie tries to take down the killer on his own and ends up missing. Sarah, Joe and Jesse don't know where to start. They need a plan but what if they choose the wrong one?

Two days ago a dead body was found. The victims name was Max Blake. Someone shot him. They couldn't find any bullets nor any prints or a hair that could be linked to the killer. But one important evidence the team has. The killer got away with a blue Nissan. Jesse couldn't run the plates, yet there is one strange detail. The passengers door is in a lighter shade than the other part of the car. A security camera recorded the killer driving away.

It's pretty early...even for a Charlie Hudson. The sky is still dark and the stars reflect in Rex's eyes. Charlie took him on a walk. Back at home the detective gets ready for work. Puts on his new suit, takes his weapon and badge. Shortly after they both leave the house and get into Charlie's car.

After a few minutes on the road he resives a call from Jesse.

Mornin Jesse. What you've got?

Good Morning Charlie. Rex barks.

Good Morning to you too buddy. Says Jesse laughing.

So...What's up?

Oh yeah. Sorry. I found out that the car belongs to our victim and that he had an accident...which leaded to the broken door and that-...

Jesse...take a breath. I know what I need to know.

Oh, yeah, of course. I thought you might-

Jesse!

Yeah. Sending you the address from the car repair right now.

Alright thank you. I'm gonna ca-. Wait...I think I see it! The plates number is HVC 306. But I think you don't need that information anymore...I'm gonna follow the car. Don't send any backup yet. I'll call you when I know more.

But they could be armed, Charlie. You sure you don't want any assistance?

No. If they see a police car they likely get away...Like I said Jesse...Gonna call you back. Bye.

Ok. But be careful. Charlie already hung up.

Of course this isn't the best idea. Chasing after a possible killer all on your own but what choice does he have?

Where. Are. You. Going? Charlie is still behind the car and calls Joe.

Hey Charlie. Any news?

No. Not really. Jesse found out that the car belongs to our victim...Max Blake. Hold on. They are turning left. They are leaving the highway. They are now heading northwest.

Alright.

Is Sarah there?

Yeah. I'm here.

The victim bleed out right?

Looks like it, yes. One shot in the shoulder and one in the lower abdomen. He must have died pretty quickly. He was laying in a pool of blood. Please be careful Charlie. I don't want to see you laying in one either.

Don't worry. I got this. Allright I'll call you back. Bye.

Jesse, Joe and Sarah bye.

The blue Nissan stopped on the side of a small path. Hudson couldn't see any movement so he watchfully steps out of the vehicle.

No Rex. You stay in the car. I know. I know. Next time okey? Rex barks silently.

Charlie takes his gun out of the holster. Slowly he approaches the car and opens the front door. It's empty. The detective is confused. He didn't see anybody leave. His lips form the word How?

Charlie wanted to grab his cellphone but the universe had different plans. Without noticing a man got close to Hudson. He straight of knocked Charlie out with a bat. Immediately he falls to the ground. Blood starts pouring out of the back of his head.

There are two guys. One seems like the big boss and the other one is the short man for the dirty work.

Come on. We gotta move. Get him in the car. Throw away his phone.

I think I got a better idea. His eyes slowly move to Hudsons car.

Whatever. Just. Just don't do anything stupid Alex. You know where to meet.

The undersized man heads over to Charlie's car while the boss drives off with the detective on the back seat. His shirt went from a light blue to a dark brown. His hands tied together with his own cuffs. A grayish tape around his legs.

Meanwhile Alex opens the door and flinches. Rex isn't in the best mood. But it seems like Rex met the first bad person, that isn't afraid of dogs. What? You think one bark an I'm gone? Hell nah. Get out you little pice of shit. Get! Out! He grabs Rex by his fur and throws him out of the car.

Well that was easy. Okeyyy next step.

The suspect turns the car around and drives a few kilometers back in the other direction, where Charlie came from. He found a little parking spot and left the car there, with Charlie's mobile phone in it. He went off with another car.

Just a few minutes later Joe calls. Well...he tried to.

He isn't picking up. Sarah's and his eyes met with a worried gaze.

JESSE!?

Joe leaves his office apruptly.

You need to track Charlie's location. RIGHT NOW. Something isn't right.

On it. He said they were heading north west right?

Yeah he did.

But why is his location in the south east?

Let's find out.

Shortly after leaving the Police Station they arrived at Charlie's location. Sarah had a strange feeling since she last spoke with Hudson.

He's gone. Said Joe

And so is Rex. Completes Jesse

Sarah joins the conversation..

That's not good. He even left his mobile phone behind. Something must have happened to him. I'm gonna call my team and look for any hints.

I saw a cctv camera on the way to this place, maybe I can find anything.

Yeah. Good Idea. I'll drive back to the location where Charlie first saw the suspects vehicle. If you two got any news please call me the moment you find out.

Sure.

Of course Joe. Stay safe.

Charlie is still out. His kidnapper drove deep into the woods. Nowhere near civilization. The tall man dragged Charlie a couple meters across the mossy ground. He suddenly stopped on top an old trapdoor and reaches for his phone. He even got service and tiped in a number.

Is it done?

Yes Boss. I bet his friends already found the car. Nick we gotta move.

Yeah I know. I'm already at the Bunker. How far away are you?

Give me 10 minutes.

Make it 5.

Nick grabbed the handle and opend the trapdoor.

Finally. There you are. Come on, grab his arms.

Why don't we just drop him?

We need him alive...for now.

Alex and Nick managed it to get the detective into the Bunker, without dropping him. The Boss already tied Hudson to a chain on the wall.

His arms are hanging a few inches above his head but the other part of his body is lying on the cold floor.

While the detective is out Nick records a video of Charlie.

Well who do we have here...isn't it the poor little detective. The detective who ows us something. We want 1 Million Dollar or your cute detective dies - he points at the gun in his hand - Tomorrow 11am at the old library in St. John's. No backup. If I see a cop...bang.

He moves his gun closer to the camera and stops the video.

Shortly after Nick anonymously sends the video to Joe Donovans private email address.

Joe still can't realize what he just saw.

Oh my God. That's a lot blood. We need to do something!

I think we all know that Sarah. Jesse is there anything you can do? Any background noice? A specific area?

I'm sorry boss. All I could find out is that there must be a second guy. You can hear someone breathing and I'm pretty sure that sound doesn't come from Charlie. Also there are no windows. This could be everywhere...a basement, a container, an old building or something like a Bunker. We need more information.

But how? You nearly can hear Joe thinking.

It's pretty easy...we give them what they want.

And then? Do you really think they will say where they hold Charlie? I don't think so Sarah. It's the exact opposite. We need to wait and hope we well get another video.

But this could take days. Days we -Sarah holds in for a second- Charlie doesn't has.

Sarah did your team find anything in Charlie's car? Nothing abivous. Just a few scratches and furr from Rex.

No prints? No. Nothing.

Jesse? Yeah. Hold on. I just got the footage from the cctv camera. There he is. Jesse points at Charlie's car. They can see how the car is being parked. The door opens. That's not Charlie. Who is this Jesse? Give me a second.

His fingers dance across the keyboard.

Joe reads out loud. Alex Winter. 25 years. He has an older brother...his name is Nick. Both have been arrested multiple times for mayhem, robbery and illegal possession of guns. This could be them? Right? We don't know that for sure. Joe I will say it again and again we NEED to go there. Donovan doesn't look happy with what Sarah just said but there is no other choice. Ok BUT we do it my way.

Slowly Charlie finds his way back to reality. He hasn't even opened his eyes yet and the pain already jumps into him. He silently groans in pain. His eyes flimmer open. There is nothing but darkness around him. Just a small light spot on the ceiling. After a short amount of time Charlie realized what happened. Scenes from the kidnapping are appearing in front of him. He tries his best to shake them away. The wound on the back of his head however won't go away this quickly. He tries to locate it with his hand but the chains are not really a help.

With heavy steps he tries to form a word.

R...Rex?

He hears something but definitely not Rex.

Hellou there sleeping beauty...god I wish I could sleep that long. ALEX! We have business to do. No time for you talkin shit. Sorry brother.

Sooo Charlie Hudson. Nick grabs Charlie's head, which is half covered in blood. He winches.

Remember us? You blamed us for something we didn't even do. But now you did. It would have been better if Hudson didn't say that. Nick forms his hand into a fist and punches Charlie in the face. His eyes remain closed.

Motherfucker!

While Hudson was unconscious, Alex installed a camera on the ceiling, pointing directly at the detective. The recordings can be viewed at any time via a link. This link will be send to everyone at the police station St. John's, tomorrow 11am.

Alex you do exactly what we talked about. No changes. If I tell you to shoot...you shoot. Alright?

Yeah and if something happens to you I shoot again.

Good boy.

I'm so nervous Joe. What if-

He's alive. I know it. He has to be. We planned every outcome, we'll find him. There he comes. It's Nick. The older one. Of course would it be him. You think Alex is with Charlie? Could be, yeah. Alright guys. Let's do this. Be carefull. Joe gives Jesse and Sarah a little nod and leaves the vehicle.

Step for step he comes closer to Nick. A few meters infront of Winter he stops.

Give me the money. Not until I know he's still alive.

If your little girl in the car is planning something he isn't. She is a friend and is unharmed. She just wants her boyfriend back.

Joe's cellphone chimes. Go on...you might want to see this. A little bit confused Donovan opens the link. So do Sarah an Jesse. All three of them can see a hurt but living Charlie. He stares at something but it's not possible to say what.

In the meantime Nick called Alex. He's still on the line.

Now...give me the money. Joe can now see Alex standing infront of Charlie. His back is facing the camera. What he can't see is, that Alex already has a gun in his hand.

Nick is getting impatient and also reaches for his gun. Give. Me. The. Money. ALEX SHOOT. You could hear a lout bang. Joe is in shock. He thought he was the one that got shot and so did Sarah. She got out of the car and pointed her gun at Nick. She didn't even hesitate and pulled the trigger. Alex did too but for the second time. Nick smiled while fallingto the ground. His last words where: Have fun finding your boyfriend.

Sarah rushes to Joe. JOE are you ok? Yeah. Yeah I-I think so. Wait. Your not bleeding. Joe, Sarah and Jesse realize...Charlie is the one that got shot. They look at their phonescreens. No no no noooo. Charlie. Is he alive? I can't tell. There is so much blood. Jesse can you track Alex's phone? Or the camera? I need my computer for that. Charlie's time is running. How long are we talking? From the video I can't really tell where exactly he got shot but I think they choose the same spots as with our victims...Max. Maximum 1 hour. We need to move. NOW.

Blood. Everywhere Charlie looks is blood. He coughs but there is pain. He breathes but there is pain. He does nothing there is pain.

Alex speaks to him while walking up and down. You know...now that my brother is dead, I'm free. I can be a different person. You might think...then let me go...yeah I'll...well you will on your own.

Alex takes a key out of his pocket and opens the chains around Hudson hands. They fall to ground like a stone in the water. He crys out. Just like Max Blake he now has two bullets in his body. One in his right shoulder and one in his lower abdomen.

Charlie is shaking. It's so cold. He had no food nor any water since 28 hours and there will be a few more to go...or not. If he dies soon. That's what he's thinking about right now. Am I gonna die here on my own? Will I see Rex again? Can I say Sarah one more I love you? Can I meet my friends again?

The pain wears off with time. There is no feeling in his right arm. With his other hand he tries to stop the bleeding on his torso. The darkness around Charlie comes and goes in waves. His eyes get heavier every minute.

Jesse what's your status?

I couldn't track Alex location. His phone must be switched of.

What about the camera?

No luck either. They use good equipment.

Sarah wanted to say something but she just stares at the door. Jesse and Joe look at her and wanted to ask if she's ok but they already got an answer.

REX!?! How? Come here pal.

A police man is standing behind Rex and says. I found him on my tour around the woods.

Where exactly. Can you show us? Maybe he can track Charlie's scent.

Good idea Jesse. Let's go.

Sarah is sitting on the back seat. She didn't even took her eyes off Charlie for a second. He hasn't moved in a long time but Alex is still with him. I think he is talking to him right now. She informs her teammates.

You must know...I don't want to be here either. I already booked a flight.

Alex speaks like Charlie would say something but he just lays there. His body slowly relaxes. This causes his hand covering the wound to slip off. It was nice talking to you but now I gotta go. I even got a little present for ya. He grabs something out of his pocket.

It's an old cellphone. No touchdisplay just numbers you can press down. I hope you remember the number of your little girlfriend.

Alex comes closer to Hudson and places the phone in his hand. Take your time...oh yeah...sorry I forgot...you ain't got no time. Anyways see ya in hell.

With his last sentence he left the bunker.

Joe, Sarah, Jesse and the police officer have been driving through the rain for nearly 1 hour now and still no sign of Charlie. Hey Sarah, what's going on there? It seems like Alex left but he gave Charlie something. I can't really tell what it is but it could be a mobile phone. A mobile phone? Yeah. Let me see. Maybe I can track it. Jesse looks disappointed to the floor. What is it? I'm sorry this is an old cellphone...definitely not Alex's. What if we call every number Nick has called in the last few days. Not a good idea, if Charlie tries to call us he can't reach us.

In the meantime they arrived at the location where Rex was found.

Joe couldn't even finish to open the door. Rex already jumped out. Looks like he picked up Charlie's scent. Hudsons friends all start to follow Rex.

Oh no. What's wrong? I've lost connection to the camera. You need to concentrate right now. This thing will definitely not help you. Put it away and look around. Any little detail could be important. Your right Joe. CHARLIIEEE CAN YOU HEAR US? CHAAARLIE.

After trying four times Hudson finally succeeded in opening the mobilephone. He has no more power. Every little movement let's him feel like he run a marathon. A shaking hand, blood loss and a big concussion aren't the best requirement for making a call. He starts to type in Sarah's number. 128-3003 The number you tried to reach isn't available. Come on Charlie. He thinks. Again. 128-3006. He did it but he can't even hold the phone anymore. He put it on his chest. It didn't take long until he heard something. Charlie? Is this you. Sarah can't hear anything. Just breathing sounds. Charlie can you hear me? We are coming! She turns to Jesse. Please tell me you can track this number with your tablet. I'll try my best. Keep him on the line. Jesse talks like Sarah would hangup anytime. Of course not. Charlie! Come on. Speak to me. Charlie tries hard. S- Sar- I- I- lo- love you. Sarah starts to cry. I love you too. Hudson can bearly breath. He goes in and out of consciousness. Charlie? You there? Please don't leave me.

A tear drives down Charlie's cheek. His battery is empty. He has been strong for such a long time. He needs to rest. His breathing slows down until he takes his last breath. The bunker fills up with memories from his life. Meeting Sarah for the first time, going on long walks with Rex, game nights with Joe and Jesse all these moments end with a bright light, slowly faiding into darkness.

Charlie? CHARLIE? Can you hear me? She realizes. Her legs can't hold her anymore. She breaks down in tears. Joe is trying his best to comfort her but he also has to pull himself together. Jesse. What's taking so long. I GOT HIM.

Sarah gets up, runs to Jesse and grabs the tablet from his hand. Sar-. Joe places his hand on Jesses shoulder and says It's ok. Let her go.

They where so close but will they be there on time? Sarah found the right coordinates but she can't see Charlie. CHARLIEEE? Her voice brakes. Suddenly she can hear a small creak under the wet leaves from the rain. A trapdoor. It's heavy. Her teammates come to help. Let me go in first. She couldn't hear what Joe was saying. Not a second after Jesse and Donovan opened the door she got down into the bunker.

And there he was. Charlie Hudson. Pale. Cold. Covered in blood. But he looks so peaceful.

Sarah rushes to her boyfriend. Charlie!?! Can you hear me? No no no.

She sniffs. With shaky hands she tried to find a pulse. He has no pulse. Starting chest compressions. 1-2-3-4...28-29-30. Air streams into Charlie's lungs. Sarah checks again. Nothing. COME ON CHARLIE. DON'T LEAVE ME!!!

Again. 1-2-3...30. Still nothing. Sarah. She's not reacting. Joe speaks louder. Sarah! He's gone. She wipes away her tears and starts again with chest compressions. SARAH! STOP. Donovan gets closer to Sarah and tries to pull her away. I said stop. Sarah punches him. THAT'S ENGOUGH! Joe pulls himself to Sarah and holds her very close in his arms. She trys to get away from him, screams and punches him until she just cries...cries in pain. Watching Rex laying beside her dead boyfriend. We did anything we could, Sarah. It's not your fault. He just lost to much blood. He was so strong and I hope you know that. He will be with you anywhere you go. Rex. Rex will be there with you. You are not alone ok? He gets no answer. What did he expect. His bestfriend is dead. Now it hits him and Jesse to. He is really gone.

With Charlie's dead the rain intensifies. A fresh, mossy smell finds his way in the bunker and brings Charlie his peace.

It would stop raining by morning at the latest, the day would be cool and bright. And this will show, it was finally time to go.

The End

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“I just found a body…It’s Sergeant Tim Bradford.”

For the longest, Aaron’s words had just been replaying in my head…over and over again. I couldn’t stop it, as hard as I tried to block it out—as hard as I tried to convince myself that he wasn’t talking about Tim, he couldn’t be. Deep down in my heart, I knew he was, but…I didn’t want to believe it.

I heavily sighed as I sat down in the seat. I watched the production team finish setting up. Haven’t seen this camera setup in a while, usually, I love doing this type of thing—doing a ‘True Crime’ documentary. But this…it felt different. I felt empty inside. I stared deep into the camera lens, and that’s when everything started to come back to me.

Lucy Chen

Lucy’s Apartment // Los Angeles, CA// Tuesday // 03.21.23 // 09:37 A.M

“So, tell me what happened the morning of May 15th, 2022,” the interviewer spoke.

I sighed shakily as I looked up at the ceiling, “Well, it started out as any other day. Tim and I were outside the precinct. We were waiting for my roommate to arrive. She said that she had this surprise that she wanted to show us both—it was a car. She was over the moon about it, too. And I don’t blame her. However, being the cops that we are, Tim and I inspected the car.”

“Judging by your reaction you found something?”

“Yeah, it was…a couple of bricks of cocaine—stashed in the trunk. So of course, we had to take it in. We needed to run the name of the original buyer, and Y’know who owned the car first. So, after running the plate numbers into the system, we got a name. Jake Butler. Who ironically, looks exactly like Tim.”

I looked over at Tim, who had been sitting right next to me. He glanced at me briefly before we looked back at the interviewer.

“Lucy and I had called Jake, and brought him in for questioning,” Tim took over, “And of course, at first he made the looking-alike debacle an entire thing for a couple of minutes. But eventually, we sat him down and made him listen. In the end, he told us about this guy that he’d been working for, Roy Hajek. So, in order to get to the bottom of this, I went undercover as Jake, to keep him safe, and put into police custody.”

I looked down at the floor, as my leg began to shake. In all honesty, I wanted to put this entire case behind me. One person died, and for a second—I ended up thinking that it was my own boyfriend.

“There something you’d like to add, Officer Chen?” The interviewer asked.

I jerked my head up when he said my name. I answered as I shook my head, “No…Im good.”

Was it weird…that I couldn’t even look at Tim? It’s not like I was mad at him or anything. It’s just—I couldn’t come to terms with what happened. So many things were happening at once…

From Tim disappearing “Tim just disappeared.”

To see the video of Tim who was dressed exactly like Jake getting stabbed in an alleyway. That was all the information that I had. No one would tell me anything. All I knew is that…Tim went missing, and then he ended up getting stabbed in an alleyway. I went into complete shock. I don’t think I could ever get that moment out of my head.

~

“We have footage of Tim, just hours after his disappearance. I’m sure that you haven’t gotten anything about him, so—we thought that it’d be best to show you.”

I focused my eyes on the screen that was sitting next to the interviewer. One minute Tim and…some random guy was arguing, the next he’s pushing him up against the wall, and he pulls a knife on him. I’ve known Tim for a while, and when he gets himself into a predicament like this, he always finds a way to pull himself out, that’s just the nature of who Tim is. But something was off, I could feel it.

The guy pushed him to the ground. He didn’t want to waste another second, I could tell he didn’t. And that’s when he did it…He stabbed Tim, numerous times, in various different areas. Even without the audio, I just knew…that he was in pain. All I wanted to do was just kick myself because I wasn’t there to save him.

I gulped as I looked down at the floor, “That’s enough,” I muttered. But he continued to play the video, I looked up into his eyes, trying my hardest to keep myself together, even if my bottom lip was quivering, “That’s enough!” I raised my voice, and it slightly cracked. I removed the tiny microphone that was planted on my shirt. I rose from the seat and began to walk off.

“Officer Chen…” the interviewer said my name. I completely ignored him. I didn’t want to be in that bullpen for another second. I wanted to be alone, that’s it.

When I rushed down the hallway to the storage room, I kept my head down, as tears began to run down my face. I couldn’t hold it in for much longer. I was just with him…and now he’s gone—just like that.

I opened the door to the storage room, I closed the door shut behind my back once I entered the dark room. My hands covered my mouth as I slid down the wall until I hit the floor. This couldn’t be real…I mean really. Just a couple of weeks ago, Tim and I were chasing a twelve-year-old boy around the precinct, and talking about our future, and our kids and how they’d be…now here I am. Sitting on the floor of a dark storage closet. And having to accept the fact that I’ll never see Tim again. How am I supposed to move on from that? The man that I love is—

“Seven-Lincoln-Seven, I just found a body—it’s Sergeant Tim Bradford,” Aaron announced over the radio.

This had to be some dream, right? Some awful nightmare that I can’t wake up from. I wanted to scream, punch a wall, track down the guy who did this to Tim, and make sure that every second of his life feels like absolute hell. Because that’s what it feels like for me right now. Hell. And complete emptiness.

My heart started to beat rapidly, as my fists began to bottle up on the cold marble floors. I felt like the room began to spin, and I felt like my heart had suddenly dropped My eyes slowly fell onto the gun that was secured in the holster. Oh, how easy it would be…to find that guy, and pull the trigger on him without even thinking twice about it.

But I knew that’s not what Tim would want. I had to keep all of my bottled-up anger to myself. And scream from within. But what good was that gonna do me?

~

When I snapped back into reality, I cleared my throat as I fixed my posture in my seat. Tim leaned against my chair, and whispered into my ear, “You okay?”

I was still stunned by the events that had occurred in only the span of what? Seventy-two hours? Could’ve been more, at this point, I have no clue. “Mhm, I’m okay.”

“So, Officer Chen—we do have your reaction to all the news regarding Tim, from his ominous disappearance to the stabbing, but we never got your take on the death notification. And what’s your initial reaction to Tim being fine? Do you have anything that you’d like to say to him?”

“Well, after walking out after showing me the video, I was clearly already a wreck. And then that’s when I heard the call come in…and Aaron said that he—he’s found Tim’s body. I’d shut down completely. There were so many emotions traveling through my mind to the point that I had completely forgotten where I even was. I felt so…empty, Y’know? I mean, I watched s video of who I thought was the love of my life get stabbed in an alleyway, and then I hear over the radio that his body’s been found, and discarded?” I could feel the tears form in my eyes, as I continued, “…I was—I was just hoping that all of this would be some sort of nightmare. ‘Cause, it definitely was. I thought I was never gonna see Tim ever again. Never hear his voice again. Never have s future with him, I couldn’t imagine that. I didn’t want to either.”

I began to sniffle, as tears started to roll down my cheek, “I’m sorry,” I whispered, I used my hand to wipe away my tears, “…This case has been a lot, for both of us. A lot of confusion, definitely. Heartbreak. Fear. And I mean, sure we’ve all experienced that type of pain before…But not like this. I highly doubt that there’s a single individual—except for one person— out there who can relate to me, and what I’ve gone through, what Tim’s gone through—our entire team. It’s been brutal for us all. I thought my boyfriend was dead!” I yelled, as more tears began to fall, I kept wiping them away but, it was doing very little power, “I thought my boyfriend was dead, and you’d think the same if no one was telling you anything, they just kept looking at you, and dismissing you. And then boom—he just showed up here, perfectly fine, alive. Not a single scratch in sight, well, not on his face. This entire time, I’ve been thinking that my life would never be the same…but that wasn’t true at all. Now, there’s a camera being shoved in my face, and I’m being asked all these damn questions, but…not a single time have you—interviewer, have you asked me if ‘I’m okay.’”

“Well…are you—”

“—I’m hanging on by a loose thread. It’s definitely gonna take some time for me to…heal. But I’m getting there. In the meantime,” I said as I grabbed the cords, “You can continue with this interview without me… ‘cause I’m done.”

I threw the wire, and the microphone onto the floor, and I walked away from the setup with my head down. Still trying to wipe the tears off my face. I entered my bedroom leaving Tim and the interviewer alone.

The man spoke again, “So, should we continue—”

“—No,” Tim said flatly. He removed the microphone from his jacket and rose from the seat. He left the man in the living room as he entered my bedroom.

[mewtwoevolution]

The analytics room was sinking into despair…

“Nothing is showing up.”

“He’s going to crash before we figure any of this out.”

“The bosses don’t want a cadaver for study there’s already dozens from forty years ago still iced…”

Rex looked over the other humans and was going to berate them for complaining instead of doing something when the lab door opened. He groaned seeing the wheelchair bound two, “What is it now Rue?… And why is the transfer with you?”

The little blue two looked down, “My chair motor died, she’s pushing me… but I’m here because Mister Travis Orion wanted to meet with you?…”

Of course they’d use the mewtwo, the sweet thing didn’t know better. But the bastards knew they should have scheduled a proper meeting… “Fine. Go get the motor fixed and find Phineas for an extra hour out in the fields… you did good,” even if that jerk didn’t.

Rex sighed and stood up from his computer to head out, “And the rest of you keep trying!” He patted Rue on the head and gave the transfer a small nod as he passed them. Intelligent innocent animals they were…

He glared at the head of technology’s door before knocking hard on it, “I have a calendar you could have emailed you know!”

The door slide open and Rex was yanked on by his lab coat inside and he smacked their hands off it, not deterring the other department head in the least.

The much younger man had the biggest smile, “You won’t believe it! It really is working now! It can help your problem!”

“Spit it out! I can’t waste time I have a mewtwo in bad condition!” He hit a fist on the desk to emphasis his irritation.

The holographic screen on the back wall lit up and he nearly jumped out of his shirt at the thing staring back.

“Say hello to the M.I.R.A.G.E. Program! A Multi-Intelligent Reference, Artificial Genetics Entity. With a mew looking avatar for interactivity,” Travis exclaimed as he walked and paced around the room waving his arms to match his excitement, “It can run through that endless bank of DNA y’all have collected and compare new samples and scans and-“

“I don’t care I have an actual emergency that’s been going on for four weeks and time is precious Get, To, The Point!”

“Let it help!” Travis happily exclaimed, “Just give it a try and see if it picks up anything from scans or samples. What would it hurt? If it doesn’t help it’s no harm as it’ll only take a few minutes and if it does then isn’t it worth the try?” He nearly lept across the room to get into the more stoic older man’s face.

Rex stepped back and glared at Travis and looked up at the mew adjacent looking thing. They were out of their own options and could lose One any day or even minute now, “You get ten minutes and no more…”

Travis hit something on his desk and the creature in the screen looked like it floated off and he grabbed his tablet to rush for the door, “Then what are we waiting for?!” He grabbed Rex’s arm and dragged him out so he could leave the developers building to get to the genetics labs next door.

…

Travis didn’t wait for Rex as he burst into the room as soon as the door slide open and he looked to the screen in the room to see the Mirage Avatar float into view scaring a researcher.

9 looked over concerned, “What’s going on? Why is Mr. Orion here?”

“Just get a fresh scan and sample to put into the system,” Rex would debrief him after.

9 was about to protest the sample woth as weak as One was when he got Travis in his face.

“A real mewtwo! Nice to finally see one in person!” He was all smiles.

9 floated him a good five feet away from himself, “Let me work please, and I prefer HumanTwo… I am not genetically a Mew to be a two of mew. I’m still human.” He just went ahead with an extraction, choosing from the tail to be the least intrusive…

It took about three minutes to get the sample and the scan and another to plug that into the system.

The avatar on the screen glowed, a flow of information connecting to its head and then starting to flow back and forth from the head and back and a voice came from the speakers, “DNA stability comparison complete from six entires to current. Stability at 20.46% and dropping at .01 every minute. Tissue analysis complete. Showing resource strain. Diagnosis. Tumor draining biological resources…. Anatomy scan reanalysis… tumor drain location… abdominal. More data required for further accuracy.”

Rex had his mouth collecting flies as he stared at the thing floating on the screen.

Travis edged closer with the biggest shit eating grin.

Rex pushed him away by his face, “Get a new scan targeting the torso… The faster we find that tumor the better. And you get out.” He glared at Travis.

“I look forwards to updates and reports of the program’s work. I’ll be sure my team keeps up with patches and system updates don’t you worry Buddy,” he laughed and started out.

“We are not buddies!” Rex snapped and turned to glare at 9 who was staring at them, “Back to work we have a mewtwo to save! And you, program, you stay in this room, no wandering around!”

“Parameter recognized…”

He stormed out. Glad they had answers but pissed that Travis could lord this over him… the bastard didn’t grow the damn things but now he’d think he’s better than the genetics that spent their life times studying this…

The program ‘looked’ to the humans. Noting HumanTwo for its understanding of one of them. And the mewtwo in the tube. The security cameras focusing more on them. It was here to safe that creature… it awaited more data to analyze…

((Image under read more because of possible eye strain))

Everyone give a warm welcome to the Mirage Program. This can only lead to good things. :)

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

My brain divides SPN into several… i don’t know… Sections? Seven to be exact (I think).

Season 1-2

Season 3 (cuz I always forget it)

Season 4-5

Season 6-10

Season 11-12

Season 13-14

Season 15

At this point I’m in fact not sure, why it’s like that? But between these sections it felt/feel like something changed, like a new book began or smth like that.

I am personally fond of 4-5 and very fond of 6-10.

The first two seasons seem like a separate thing to me because it‘s like, what they originally wanted the show to be about i think? The Prologue or smth so to speak.

Season 3, I never know what happened there, when we rewatched it I was frequently like „Oh! That was season 3?“. There’s just not much that really sticks out? Besides Dean going to hell maybe. Which I only remember because Cas pulled him out in 4.

Seasons 4-5, the apocalypse, I think I liked the concept of it? Dean & Cas‘s chemistry of course, Lucifer, the angels. I just enjoyed it.

Seasons 6-10, Cas betraying the boys, the Leviathans, Sam being soulless, Purgatory, Benny, Dean having a Crisis every other episode, Charlie, Metatron, Rowena, Alex, Donna being introduced, Claire being reintroduced, Crowley, the Mark of Cain- all examples of concepts & characters I adore. There is a distinct change after Season 5 was over, in Dean and Cas’s characters especially. Probably because it was supposed to end after S5? Whatever, I really enjoyed that. It was fun.

Season 11-12, I don’t remember much? I think it was the Amara/Darkness & Men of Letters Arc thing? The concept of the Darkness was nice. God, Lucifer and the whole squad teaming up to get rid of her was kinda cool I guess? Ketch was… I don’t know a little weird at first but I got used to him? Never grew overly fond of Mary’s character. Jack‘s birth of course was… something. Over all neutral ig. I don’t know why this is distinct for me, but I feel like something changed after 10 was over, can’t put my finger on it though.

Season 13-14, I’m currently watching 14, I think the whole parenting thing with Jack they‘ve got going on is nice. I‘m currently enjoying the whole Micheal trying to destroy the earth & possessing Dean arc and whatever the hell is going on with Nick. Gabriel coming back in 13 and the girl squad with Donna, Jody and the kids feeling more… prominent (?) was fun. What changed here is probably conditioned by Jack being added as a character. I like him, but it kinda changed the dynamic I guess? Also because it kinda conditioned everything that happened afterwards.

Season 15, I haven’t watched it yet. From what it looks like Dean’s character gets ruder than I‘m used to? Especially to Cas? Then there‘s the Destiel confession (that I naturally know about) and the weird way Dean dies in the end. Even though I haven’t seen it yet it already kinda feels like they were hastily trying to rip the whole thing off kind of abruptly? Correct me if I’m wrong. I‘ll report back when I watched it, currently I’m rewatching in German (currently S6) with my mother who hasn’t seen the show yet.

I don’t know what this is supposed to be? I think I just wanted to rant about this whole section thing in my mind and how/why I like said said sections. Maybe also for me to write it down and make up my mind about this stuff, because as I’m rewatching the show I’m reflecting and thinking about stuff a little bit more.

If you want to you can add on with your own opinions on the seasons & how/if you section them. Or if you can/want to add any bonus information.

I enjoy reading other people’s opinions & takes.

Anyway have a nice day. And thanks for reading.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

I'm No Angel: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: The hunt for Castiel is afoot. There are two groups looking for him: the angels and your family. Who will get to him first?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

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Your baby girl is growing up so fast. She's going to turn three soon, and you honestly don't know where the time went. It feels like just yesterday she was born, but so much has happened since she was.

Dean and Lisa broke things off, your dad died, the Leviathans were defeated, you went to purgatory, and now the angels are waging a civil war against each other. How much more can your shoulders take, and how much of it are you willing to carry for your daughters?

You want the world for Joanna, but it still has a long way to go to be perfect for her—for your whole family, in fact. These quiet little moments are heavenly, but you know they won't last.

Take now, for example.

You, Dean, and the girls are eating breakfast just trying to enjoy the morning before the shit hits the fan. Joanna is at that age where she will start to remember things, so you want her to have a party for her third birthday.

"Joanna, your third birthday is coming up soon. Do you want a party?" you ask and take a bite of food.

"I don't know anyone," she says innocently.

Suddenly, you don't feel so hungry anymore. Your shoulder sags slightly, and you feel the burden of being a mother at the same time as being a hunter. Sadness washes over you in waves, and you feel like a bad mother for keeping her away from other kids. She is almost three and she doesn't even have any friends.

"What do you want?" you finally ask.

"Princesses," she grins.

"I can make that happen," you chuckle. "What kind of presents do you want?"

"More dolls."

Her playroom is filled to the brim with dolls. It seems like no matter how many dolls you buy her, it's never enough.

"I'll get you whatever you want," Dean kisses her head when he passes by with coffee in hand. "You better make a big list for me."

"Okay Daddy," she giggles.

The metal front door opens, and Sam jogs in as if he's been up for hours. You look up and see him carrying some takeout containers in his hands. What time did he get up?

"Hey! Morning!" Sam greets and jogs down the stairs.

"How long have you been up?"

"For a few hours. I went for a run--beautiful sunrise--came back, took a shower, and got breakfast for you two--real bacon and eggs, extra grease. I'm not even going to argue," he chuckles and hands over the food to Dean.

"You went running?" Dean asks after smelling the food.

"Why do you look so worried?"

"Let's see. I told Cas to haul ass over here three days ago, and he's not here. Not to mention, there's you."

"Me? I feel great."

"I'm sure you do, Sam, but you went through the trials," you say. "That put a big strain on you. You should take it easy. We still don't know the full extent of the damage inside you."

Sam's demeanor changes and his eyes shine bright blue as the angel inside of him takes over.

"Sam is doing very well, and he does feel better," Ezekiel informs. "He's a work in progress, of course, but I am slowly healing him."

You're still not used to the way Ezekiel can go from himself to Sam in the blink of an eye, so it takes you and Dean some time to process what just happened.

"That's great, but Sam--"

"I have some news," the angel cuts him off. "I've picked up chatter among the angels. Not all are wandering around in confusion."

"Yeah, some of them are after Castiel."

"There is a faction that is rapidly organizing and finding human vessels to contain them. It's this faction's leadership who wants Castiel found. You see, Dean, I can be useful."

"So can my brother. Why don't you go check your email, and If I need your help, I'll let you know."

That's Dean's way of saying "sit down and shut the fuck up".

"Dean--"

"He said he'll let you know," you say with a glare.

Ezekiel knows when he isn't wanted, so he quickly slips back into Sam's mind.

"I mean, you know, Cas is human now. It's gonna take him a lot longer to travel," Sam says as if no time has passed.

Yeah, this isn't confusing at all.

"I'm going to get whiplash," Dean mutters to himself, but you hear him.

"What?"

"Nothing. Alright, so, I was thinking that if the angels are organizing, then that makes them a lot more dangerous than we thought."

"Why do you think they're organizing?" Sam asks, confused.

Dean knows he's slipped up, and you quickly cover his tracks so he doesn't give anything away.

"It makes sense, Sam," you stand. "If they organize and become a bigger group, then more of them can go after Castiel. We have to find him."

"Alright, I'll get started."

Sam grabs his laptop and leaves the room. Joanna finishes her food and runs after Sam to be with him. Maryann is in the baby rocker, sleeping since you woke her up pretty early. Without Joanna here, you lose the facade. You sigh deeply and put your head in your hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Not only do I feel like a bad mom, but this whole Sam/Ezekiel thing is going to turn on us sooner or later. He's going to keep questioning how we know things, and he'll figure it out. He'll hate us. He doesn't want this, and the longer it goes on, the more he'll hate us."

"You let me worry about that," Dean says and takes a seat next to you. "What's this about you being a bad mom? You're the best I know."

"Joanna should have friends," you sniffle. "She should be having playdates and going out to the park. She's almost three, and all she's done in her life is go on hunts with us. I wish we could have a nanny who knew about the supernatural and who could live here and take care of the kids while we're gone. That way, they'd actually get to have a normal life."

"If making sure they're fed, happy, and have a roof over their heads makes you a bad mom, then I'm a bad dad."

"Just one more year, and she can go to preschool and make friends."

"How is she going to go to school if we're hunting every day?"

"She will get an education, Dean. She will have a life outside of hunting even if it means I have to stop. I refuse to let her grow up in the way we did."

Dean knows there is no point in arguing with you, and he will cross this bridge when he comes to it. Joanna has another year until she is allowed into preschool. Well, the CDC says a child can enroll as early as three, but you're not even close to being prepared for that. You're going to wait until she is four, and then you'll start to look for schools around the Lebanon area.

Maryann wakes from her mini nap and begins crying, and even from where you're at, you can smell that she needs a change. You pick her up and soothe her while on the way to her nursery. Once you finish changing her and getting her dressed, you make sure Joanna is dressed and ready to go. After that, you get dressed, and you all meet in the library where Sam is still doing research.

"Did you find anything?" you ask and prop Maryann on your left hip.

Joanna is on the floor playing with Zeus, and she giggles when he licks her hands. Dean is sitting at the table with Sam, pouring over a map of Colorado and the surrounding states. There are radius circles drawn in intervals around the last location you knew Castiel was in: Colorado.

"Alright, so Cas called from Longmont, Colorado on Tuesday. Each circle is how far he might have gotten in one, two, and three days out," Dean says.

"The same day he called from Longmont, someone reported a weird murder in the same town. The cops said it was like the girl was blasted from the inside out."

"That's an angel kill. Let's hope they missed him," you say hopefully.

"Unless they got him," Dean sighs.

"Mama, where's Uncle Cassie?" Joanna asks.

"We're looking for him, sweetie. We'll bring him home."

"Do you have Emery Park in Iowa marked on your map?" Sam asks as he types.

"Yes. It's a couple of days outside Longmont."

"I only ask because two priests were murdered there on Thursday with eyes blown out and evidence of torture. They were impaled on posts," Sam whispers since Joanna is still here.

"They're looking for information," you sigh. "If they get to him before we do..."

"Yeah, we better go."

"Come on, baby. Let's go save Uncle Cassie," you say and grab Joanna's hand.

The first place you travel to is Emery Park in Iowa, which is about five hours from the Bunker. Castiel was in Colorado when you last heard from him, and in order to get to Emery Park, you'd have to pass Kansas. He was headed to the Bunker, realized he was being followed, and continued on to keep the Bunker's location a secret.

You have to find him quickly or else the other angels will kill him for doing what he thought was right.

Emery Park is a nice and quiet town, and if you had to guess where Castiel might have ended up, it would be at a church. Sam is with the kids in the car while you and Dean talk to the groundskeeper for St. Anne's Cathedral. You didn't even have to try hard. As soon as you described the man you're looking for, everything else fell into place.

"Yeah, I think I know this guy you're talking about. It sounds like Clarence."

"Clarence?" you ask.

"This church runs a shelter in town, and we work here to earn our keep. Clarence spent a couple of nights here before he had to move on."

"He left the day the bodies were found?"

"Yeah. Man, those poor guys were a mess. They must have suffered badly," he sighs. "At least they're with the angels."

"I sure as hell hope not," Dean mutters. "Did Clarence happen to mention where he was headed?"

"No. He just said he had to keep going."

"I appreciate you talking to us. Thank you," you smile tightly.

You and Dean leave his side and head back to the car where Sam is typing on his laptop. Joanna is playing with her dolls, and Maryann is sleeping in her car seat.

"Alright, he's definitely been here," Dean says when you two get in the car. "The good news is he's getting cagey. He's using a fake name--Clarence."

"That's what Meg used to call him. Of course, he doesn't get that that's the name of a pretty famous angel." You and Dean look at him with weird looks, and he gives you both the bitch face. "It's A Wonderful Life." Still, nothing. "Seriously?"

"What did you come up with?" you quickly change the topic.

"Another angel was killed outside a town called Lafayette which is about a day's travel east of here."

"Is that in Indiana?"

"Yeah. The body was found at a homeless camp. The weird thing about it is he was a pharmacist from Dayton. He wasn't homeless."

Lafayette is six hours from Emery Park, which makes the total amount of hours driven to find Castiel, eleven. That is half a day you've been searching for the former angel, and that doesn't include all the stops. You had to take a small break to eat and rest before continuing, and you reached Lafayette right before sundown.

Joanna and Maryann already had their naps, so they are both wide awake when you walk into the police station with the brothers. Maryann is in the stroller while Joanna walks beside it holding one of her dolls. Sam had called the police chief to let him know you'd be coming, so they jumped right into the situation at hand.

"It's the damnedest thing I've ever seen. The vic had a stab wound but it's not what killed him. It's like his insides were--I can't even find the word."

"Vaporized?" Dean asks. "It's been going around. So, this guy was a pharmacist?"

"Apparently. He was a total family man, and he was religious. One day, he just hops in the SUV, takes off, and dies under a bridge from God knows what." The police chief walks you over to the evidence locker where they have all of his belongings. He gives your children a side-eye, but he doesn't comment on why they are here. "This is his stuff. Help yourselves."

"Thank you."

He leaves, and you dig into the two plastic bags to see if anything will tell you where Castiel is. The things inside the bags are pretty standard such as a wallet, keys, a watch, a pen, etc. Sam picks up the man's miniature Bible while Dean goes through his cell phone.

"Did you find anything?" you ask and keep your kids close.

"Nothing weird. There's a ton of shitty music and a lot of video podcasts of the same person: Reverend Buddy Boyle's 'Goin' for Glory Hour'."

"The chief did say he was religious."

Dean plays one of Buddy's podcasts but keeps the volume low to not disturb anyone else. The video is of someone who looks like they dressed up as a priest instead of actually being one. His hair is too slicked back to be a real priest.

"Join me in a heapin' helpin' of glory, friends," he says with too wide of a smile on his face. "When you're in the presence of the divine, you'll know it. If you let yourself, you'll hear it." Dean skips most of the video. "So, remember, when angels come a-knocking, let 'em on in."

"Angels can't possess a human without permission, right?" Sam asks.

It's like the weight on your shoulders gets heavier because you hate lying to Sam about the angel inside of him, and you hate how you tricked him into doing it.

"Yep," Dean says curtly.

"So, what, they're using this guy to find vessels?"

"It's a willing audience. They're all religious types like our pharmacist here. Buddy Boyle was telling them to let the angels take them over. How big a reach does this Boyle guy have?"

Sam does a quick search on Google, and the first thing that pops up is "Global Influence" from Buddy's website. There are red dots in virtually every major city in the entire world.

"Pretty much the entire planet," Sam sighs.

"The only way we're going to get information about Castiel is if we ask the homeless shelters around town. We should start with the nearest one," you suggest.

You three finish up before leaving the police station with your kids.

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[causewhywouldnti]

My thoughts as I’m watching 24 seasons of law & order svu:

Season 8

Starting the season off strong with Dana Star. Poor Elliot at the end of the episode, when Olivia is just gone. And I love how much he is insisting that he will only get a temporary new partner.

Becks french in 8x03 is actually really good. Most times when French is spoken in an American TV show, the accent is really strong, not the case here. After looking up the actress, it makes sense that her French would be good.

On 8x05, I miss Benson and Benson/Stabler. That dynamic is a huge part of my interest in this series. So it will be interesting to see how it’ll go from season 13-22…

8x06 Benson is back, finally!

8x07, well, that mother is a lot of things, but mother is not a word i‘d use. Her no reaction to one of her kids almost being run over and picking the boyfriend over her daughter is just wow. I do like Stablers more informal clothes. Benson, seeing Beck and Stabler together and deciding to not come back yet, is just sad. And that kiss came way out of left field. Not a fan.

8x08 Dang. Stabler is ruthless. Starts something with Beck, and then introduces Kathy to her as his wife. Like, I have no idea if Beck even knows he’s getting a divorce or not. I would have liked him to answer why he has to keep doing this job though. And the relationship ended as fast as it began…

8x09, yeah, that coffee shop scene with Benson and Stabler was not awkward at alllll… showing their reflection whilst the couple was talking about love vs controlling someone was … a choice? The two of them passive aggressively pointing out each other's flaws during the whole episode, but when Casey attacks them, they immediately have each other's back, seems to describe their friendship quite well. And then of course there is the kidney scene.

8x10 was just sad, really well done, but still sad.

8x11, well, I’m glad that Kathy didn’t go the “sexual assault” route that one divorce lawyer suggested. Interesting how they show Fin and Stabler supporting the husband and Benson supporting the wife. Not sure how I feel about the talk between Kathy and Olivia, but I do like that Stabler signed the divorce papers on his own. Loved the talk between Benson and Stabler on the steps. Him actually voicing what he is afraid of especially. The whole episode showed that 8x10 was shot earlier, because they had tension in 8x09, none whatsoever in 8x10, and then it’s there again in 8x11.

8x13 made me realize just how often Stabler gets injured. Also, Cragen giving the EMT’s the order to restrain Benson if she doesn’t go to the hospital. Why do we get so many Benson at Stabler’s bedside, yet none of him at hers? And is she wearing his hoodie after her hospital stay? Stabler encouraging Benson to do something illegal is just great. As well as Benson being annoyed that the hacking has to be done in the men’s bathroom.

Am a bit annoyed that Warner decided the perp died cause of a lacerated spleen in 8x14 and therefore bled out. That would have meant the dude bled out in a matter of a minute or less (which I do not believe is possible, but I could be wrong). Add to that, she would have found a significant amount of blood in his abdominal cavity, blood that would not be there (at least not in the quantities) if, as said, he died of an arrhythmia and the spleen ruptured postmortem. The like 10 chest compressions Stabler did would not account for a blood loss of 30% that would be required to kill someone. Also, let’s not talk about the fact that Stabler got like 5 chest compressions in, before Benson declared him dead. I’m not even sure if cops can call a death, or if they are required to keep doing CPR until an EMT arrives at the scene. But definitely try longer, especially if the victim was up and running/fighting not 2 minutes before (maybe I’m more than just a bit annoyed…). I did like Benson standing up for Stabler in the IAB investigation though. And though I am aware that what Tucker does is right and called for, it does not make me like him, not even a little bit.

Well, I have been wondering when this episode would come up. 8x16, already starting great with Stabler going along with Benson, getting arrested and all. Seriously, Stabler was great this whole episode, had her back the whole time. And poor Cragen having to deal with them. I would have liked to see more of the evaluation, cause it tends to give you an in-depth look into the characters, but I’ll gladly take what we got.

8x17, I’m surprised they went with the episode that way. I mean, I figured out that the reverend was covering for someone pretty early on. But what surprised me, was that they showed an evangelist, changing his mind about Gay people and also forgiving his wife that fast. Really appreciate it though.

8x19 Olivia absolutely losing it in interrogation was something. Not sure why it took Cragen and Stabler so long to intervene. Stabler has been very supportive the last few episodes.

The kid in 8x20 is the best. Aaaand that took a dark turn real fast! Kathleen is probably my favorite Stabler kid. Might be because she got the most airtime at this point… we have Benson beating and kicking a perp last episode and now Stabler nearly killing one in this…

The Stabler divorce saga makes no sense to me. Did Kathy file the divorce papers that she desperately wanted Elliot to sign? He gave them to her. An episode later, he wants to try again. In a later episode, they talk about him moving back in. We hear nothing of it, until he has a one-night stand with her and Kathleen calls him out on it. Then we see him playing poker with all the kids in his apartment. Next episode, Kathy tells him she is pregnant and that he wanted to try, and she believed him, but he didn’t? I get that they only showed some aspects, but a little more context would have been nice. No wonder fans read whatever they want into it…

Well, the finale was depressing, it was fair (no matter how much I dislike it), they were held accountable. It is a little funny that Munch is the only one who did not face any repercussions out of all of them. All in all, a solid season. Personally, I think I prefer the first half of season 6, but this is a close second.

Familiar faces: Stephen McKinley Henderson (The Newsroom), Connie Nielsen (Gladiator), Charles Shaughnessy (The Nanny), Lily Rabe (Shrinking), Debra Jo Rupp (That ‚70s Show), Elle Fanning (House), Margo Martindale (Hannah Montana: The Movie), Bob Saget (Full House), Catherine Bell (Good Witch), Bernadette Peters (Grey‘s), Michael Michele (House), Kelli Giddish AKA Rollins (SVU), Kal Penn (House), Pablo Schreiber AKA Lewis (SVU), Ashley Williams (HIMYM), Kali Rocha (Sydney from Grey‘s), Michael Weston (Lucas from House), Tim Daly (with the worst haircut), Sarah Drew (Grey‘s), Leven Rambin (The Hunger Games), Chance Kelly (Fringe), Dylan Walsh (Whiskey Cavalier), Kelly Deadmon (Manifest), Clark Middleton (Fringe), Michael Welch (Twilight) and Jack McGee (NCIS).

Favorite episodes: 8x01, 8x09, 8x11, 8x13 and 8x16

Favorite lines:

“Elliot told me to tell you, you’re nuts.” “That’s just the concussion talking.” - Benson and Star 8x01

(On where Benson is) “Word in the conspiracy mill is she’s having my love child.” - Munch 8x06

“The van tried to take a shortcut to Brooklyn. The river got in the way.” - Munch 8x08

“I’d give you a kidney.” “Not if I gave you mine first.” - Stabler and Benson 8x09

“It’s just nice to see someone else with an anger issue.” - Stabler 8x11

“When love warps into hate, there’s nothing you won’t do.” - Stabler 8x11

(On who called the press) “It could have been anyone. This place had more leaks than a 100-year-old water main.” - Munch 8x13

[subiysu-chan]

What if Rodolphus and Bellatrix had a daughter who grew up to be a good person and fight along side the Golden Trio

So, the first four volumes won’t change that much...

However, starting with the end of the fourth, Peony Lestrange, let’s call her that, would be quite conflicted. She would probably stay silent about the Malfoy’s activities. However, an odd thing would happen. 

Let’s say that through some obscure way, Lucius Malfoy and Dolores Umbridge organize some law that indicate children who’s both parents are in Azkaban should be “tagged”...Of course, they don’t do it openly, and Lucius would lie about it to his niece, saying that he have no choice but to bring her there, and that Wally would make sure she’s okay after wards, and that he couldn’t stop the law in time. Said tag makes her extremely sensitive to black magic and she cannot cast hexes without feeling searing pain...but there is someone who can remove it, if she follows them. 

Because of this, she’s forced to become quite strategic, and able to fight manually and weaponize more normal spells as curses. 

So, as Harry walks out of his trial about the Patronus thing, he notices Peony with this new tag, thanks to the punishment dress she wears that puts the tag on display. 

So, through the fifth novel, there is a risk of her blabbing out some stuff about the order, especially since she basically disappears during the Easter Holy Day. However, what happens then is that she straight up tells Death Eaters are honing back their skills and health for the next attack. 

So, because Harry, Ron and Hermione have this information in advance...they could pass it to Sirius. I think in this version of events, the Battle of the Department of Mysteries still happen, Sirius still dies. 

Another thing that happens due to this, is she’s getting closer to Neville, oddly enough. In this version of events, Neville would have seen her almost a year with a mark of shame on proud display, because Peony would be that kind of girl, and this, plus the entire Bellatrix thing, would surely motivate him to be more confident. Peony likes this more confident version of Neville. 

Six book, many things play out similarly.

So, Peony joins the order, and during that scene were the Order meets Harry at the Dursleys, 

In the seventh, Peony would join the Golden Trio, and she would prove a huge asset, as someone who had Macnair around as a family friend and who’ve been unable to cast hexes for two years, she would have honed other skills that would make sure the trio are a lot more well-fed. They would have some pigeon on the menue, as well as what ever food reserves she brought with them, albeit mostly salt and oats. 

Now, sometime before the Malfoy Manor battle, I think Peony would, unable to bring herself to eventually having to attack or evil kill her family, she decides to take her own life, and write a note. Harry and Ron would have, when looking for water, find her lifeless body hung to a tall tree. Hermione would have found the note, saying the reason of her action in her tales of Bettle Le Bard book. 

Now, I think they would still go to Mr. Lovegood, both for the Hallows, and to inform Luna that her dear friend is now dead. They still get attacked and brought to Malfoy Manor, Hermione gets tortured, but this time, she gets a new spectator to her torment: Rodolphus Lestrange, who seems to enjoy the show. He says to his wife: “Now darling, it is also my vault. Let me check her mind. Now, Miss, my dearest wife did quite the number on you, but I don’t think it’s enough to completely prevent Occlumency. Crucio !” 

However, for some reason, his Crucio is a lot weaker, and then casts Legilimens. Much to the surprise of the Trio, Luna and so on, Rodolphus says: “She doesn’t remember, I think we tortured her too much. For now, some food and some sleep in case we need to interrogate her further. We’ll need someone else to confirm.”

Lucius, hearing this, goes to confirm this with Griphook, and everything goes just like in canon, and Bellatrix believes them. Oddly enough, during the scuffle, he ends up joining the group to Shell Cottage. In this version of events, Getting into the Lestrange vault would be much easier, since Rodolphus just has to straight up go into his own vault and retrieve it. 

However, because of the sacrifice thing, I think Bellatrix would have a huge advantage in battle, and this would lead to much more...Trouble for the heroes. In this version of events, I don’t think Molly would have survived the fight against Bellatrix. 

[mexicanokami]

In hindsight, Misha Collins being Harvey Dent should've been a HUGE sign of his bisexuality...

[thebloggerbloggerfun]

@jellydeans: so are cas and jimmy novak just up in heaven existing at the same time @katebushstandean: #jimmy moves to heaven timbuku so that dean stops trying to make out with him every time they run into each other at the heaven grocery store

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The thing about Heaven was that it was whatever you wanted it to be, and most of its residents wanted it to be familiar.

Technically, Dean didn’t need to fill his car up on gas anymore, but there was still a gas station just down the street from where his new home was placed. He didn’t need to sleep, but he still had a large king-sized bed he made sure to make use of at least once a day. He didn’t need to eat, but there was a thriving supermarket that catered to whatever he was feeling like eating and always boasted the freshest ingredients for when he wanted to get a little fancy with his cooking.

Like today, for example.

Bobby had said he doubted Dean could make a proper souffle, so obviously Dean had to make the old man eat his words - and a souffle.

Dean stared at all of the different options of eggs, trying to decide if “free-range” vs. “organic” actually meant anything in Heaven, or if it was just meant to give him some sort of familiarity.

He grabbed the “free-range” option and moved on to the dairy.

There was movement out of the corner of his eye in the meat section across the way, and the way his heart stopped in his chest when he turned to look would have killed him if he wasn’t already dead.

It was Cas.

Cas, who Dean had spent every day thinking about since he’d left. Cas, who Dean had been trying to find ever since Bobby told him he was still around. Cas, who Dean still had unfinished business with.

He’d spend hours in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room and rehearsing just what he’d say when he saw him again, but in those scenarios Cas had shown up on his doorstep or in the passenger seat of his car where they could have a moment to just be .

He’d never been buying hamburger meat.

Dean rushed forward, cart forgotten, and skidded to a halt in front of Cas, just as he looked up in surprise.

“I love you -” Dean said in a rush, heart pounding, head reeling, “Of course I love you. You’re - fuck - you’re everything I could ever want and I’m - I’m so damn sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t have me, too.”

Cas blinked at him, and it was in that moment Dean realized something was wrong.

His expression, his hair, the way he moved, the way he was dressed - all of it was wrong.

None of it was Cas, he’d just been too overwhelmed to see it.

“Oh, uh... hey Dean,” Not-Cas said, and finished putting his selected meat in his basket, “I didn’t didn’t know that you died. Um, if you’re looking for Castiel -“

Dean turned and ran out of the store.

*

What were the fucking chances that in all of Heaven, he and Cas’s old vessel were neighbors?

Dean gunned the gas pedal on his car as he drove endlessly, trying to walk himself through what exactly had happened the day before.

Jimmy Novak was here.

Jimmy Novak who - last Dean checked - hated him.

Dean had just spewed his feelings all over him without even thinking about the possibility that he wasn’t Cas. He’d been wearing a sweater vest for crying out loud - but he was willing to forgive himself for that one because he didn’t really know how Cas would dress if he had the choice.

His hopes had soared so high when he’d seen the familiar figure, only to be dashed the moment Jimmy had opened his mouth. They sounded absolutely nothing alike - and Dean yearned for the deep gravel of Castiel’s greeting.

Dean’s grip on the wheel tightened.

Where was Cas?

Didn’t he know that there was nothing keeping them apart now?

In what could only be an act of fate smiling down on him, Dean zoomed around a corner near the Heavenly library, and instantly had to stomp on the brakes of the Impala as a trenchcoat-clad figure stepped into the previously empty crosswalk.

Old habits die hard - Dean was still going to brake for Heavenly pedestrians, especially ones that looked like Cas.

Cas turned to look at him, eyes wide, and Dean shoved the driver’s side door open in a panic. The trench coat was unmistakable this time.

“Cas! Cas - don’t go okay? I gotta -“

Cas shook his head sharply and let out a breath.

“No - Jesus Christ - it’s still me, you idiot.”

Dean gaped at him as his brain tried to catch up with the conflicting bits of information it was processing.

“...what?” He heard himself saying.

Had he just wanted it to be Cas so bad that he’d ignored all the signs?

Jimmy gestured at himself like it was enough of an explanation.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“But - but you’re wearing his trenchcoat! ” Dean said, waved at it like maybe Jimmy hadn’t realized he was walking around as the mockery of the angel who’d once shared a living space with him.

Jimmy placed an affronted hand on his own chest.

“It was my trenchcoat!”

Frustration boiled inside of him and Dean quickly slid back into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

He sped off, once again running from what could have been.

*

Dean was sulking under a pile of blankets in his bed when there was a knock at his door.

He ignored it.

After a few moments of silence, the knocking came again, louder and more insistent this time.

Grumbling to himself, Dean threw the blankets off and trudged down the stairs, flinging open the door with a scowl.

A person with nearly combed hair was standing on the doorstep holding a six-pack of beer in one hand and had a sticker on his shirt that said, ‘Hello, my name is Jimmy’.

“Very funny.” Dean said flatly.

“It’s not funny. It’s just in case you try to kiss me or something.” Jimmy held up the six-pack expectantly. “Can I come in?”

Dean didn’t appreciate the ribbing, but he didn’t mind the beer.

And after accosting him twice he might as well let the guy do what he wanted.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean grumbled and left the door open as he walked back inside and flopped onto his couch. “Why are you here? Don’t you hate me?”

Jimmy hummed as he set the beer down on the coffee table and took a seat opposite Dean.

“I don’t not hate you.” He said with a shrug. “But last time we talked you were trying to convince me to chain myself to a comet again and I can’t say I appreciated it.”

Dean grunted in acknowledgment.

“I’ve been in heaven for a while now. It’s nice here. I take a yoga class with my wife.” Jimmy smiled at him. “I think I’m in a much better mental space now to consider liking you, especially if we’re going to be neighbors.”

Dean winced.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to like Jimmy, it was just… that was Cas’s face. It wasn’t , but it was. Was he really going to have to be constantly taunted with it?

“Look man - I’m sorry about - you know. That.” Dean waved a hand in the air generally. “But you don’t have to do all this. I’ll stop harassing you.”

“That would be nice,” Jimmy said, opening one of the cans and taking a swig, “So, considering the things you’ve said to me, I take it he finally told you he loved you?”

Dean paused, still raw every time he thought about it.

“You knew?”

Jimmy smirked.

“That angel’s love for you permeated both of our beings so potently I’m amazed I don’t love you.” Jimmy said, like it was the kind of fact you could drop casually. “Though even I will admit, as a happily married heterosexual man, that having a man as handsome as you proclaim your love to me in the middle of a grocery store was very exciting.”

Dean dropped his head into his hands and groaned loudly.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Jimmy said, “That first one was pretty good. I’m sure he’s going to love it.”

“He’s never gonna hear it.” Dean muttered.

“Sure he will. You’ve already practiced it twice.”

“I can’t find him!” Dean said, and looked back up, “He’s here somewhere, and I can’t find him. It’s killing me.”

Jimmy held out a beer can.

“Good thing you’re already dead.”

Begrudgingly, Dean accepted the beer and opened it.

“I just. . . I just wanna see him again.” Dean took a long drink. “I want to talk to him. Tell him everything. Share everything. If he wants that.”

Dean let out a long breath, expecting Jimmy to interject with a quip.

He looked over at him when nothing happened, and Jimmy was smiling at him in a way that Dean could only describe as ‘fond’.

“What?” Dean said, indignantly.

“Nothing.” Jimmy said innocently. “You’re just not what I expected.”

Dean looked away.

“Anyway, you asked why I’m here,” Jimmy took another drink, “I’ve seen Castiel.”

“What?” Dean jumped to his feet, beer can dropped to the floor and forgotten about. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“I’m an enigma,” Jimmy shrugged a shoulder and leaned back against the plush chair, “Anyway, I wanted to let you know as someone who has literally been in Castiel’s head - I'm pretty sure I know the reason he’s not showing himself to you.”

“Well, fucking spill.”

Jimmy paused.

“Why do you love him?”

Of all the things Dean had been expecting Jimmy to say - this wasn’t it.

Dean sat back down.

“Why?” He asked, a little breathless. “Why does it matter?”

Jimmy shrugged again.

“I guess -” Dean said, trying to unspool his emotions from the knot they’d made in his heart, “He’s - he’s Cas. He cares . . . so much about everyone and - and he’s selfless and kind and he fucking saved me in more ways than just one. He’s always been there for me and Sam and he’s just… he’s just. He’s just good . I’ll never deserve him, but I want to try.”

Dean sucked in a deep breath.

“He pulls me away from the edge, man. I just love him.”

Jimmy nodded once, set down his beer can, and in a bizarre turn of events, began yelling at Dean’s ceiling.

“Did you hear that, Castiel? Not one goddamn thing about how you look! Nothing about me or my vessel!”

Dean stared, dumbfounded.

“Wh-”

“He doesn’t care what you look like! Can you please just come talk to him so I can stop playing marriage counselor for you two?”

Care how he - what?  

What was happening?

Before Dean could fully compile all of the new information, there was a hesitant knock at the front door.

Dean whipped his head towards Jimmy, who was smiling in satisfaction.

Nearly tripping over himself, Dean rushed to the door faster than he’d rushed towards anything in his life, and swung it open.

In front of him was the wavelength of celestial intent that Dean had always known existed inside of the vessel of Jimmy Novak - the glint of angelic creation he’d caught glimpses of in the glow of his eyes and in his healing touch. The being was massive and stretched high into the sky with what was (maybe three? four??) pairs of wings scraping the clouds even further above everything. He was flaming rings and rotating divine faces that Dean could barely comprehend - he was raw power and all-knowing eyes.

On the front of his form was a sticker that read, ‘Hello, my name is Castiel’.  

“. . . Hello Dean.” The voice rumbled through the air like thunder.

“Cas?” Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I - yes. I’m sorry. I lost my vessel to the Empty - this was the only way -”

“I love you, too.”

The rotating faces on the form towering above him froze in place.

“I do! I love you, Cas. Okay? You didn’t let me say it back before - and if I’ve ever made you feel like I couldn’t love you back, I’m so fucking sorry. You deserve better.”

“. . . you love me?”

Dean nodded, his heart clenching at the disbelief he could hear in Cas’s voice.

“ Even as this?”

“You’ve always been this.” Dean swallowed. “I fell in love with the angel, not the vessel.”

“Dean. . .”

Dean smiled up at him in understanding.

“Just a shame that we’ll have to get a bigger house.”

“Oh I can -”

And as Dean looked on, Castiel began to shrink. The form didn’t change - he was still as striking as he’d been the first time with his wings and halos and faces still firmly in place - but he was now maybe one foot taller than Dean instead of one hundred.

“- make myself more manageable.”

Dean grinned and took a step forward, giddy and thrilled that this was finally, actually happening

He reached up, resting a hand on one of the divine faces.

“Bite-sized.” He murmured fondly.

Jimmy’s voice cut through the moment from somewhere behind them.

“Just so you two know - I. Am. Moving!”

[autisticandroids]

Oh patron saint of mpreg, tell us, what is the absolute gold standard canon divergent mpreg scenario with Cas and Dean?

so for me the gold standard is for cas to get pregnant due to some kind of magical or metaphysical situation that dean at least does not perceive as sex. bonus points is cas is hesitant about it but refuses to explain why (because he doesn't know how dean will deal with the concept of himself being able to potentially get cas pregnant), so dean is like "we're doing it anyway" and then they do it and then cas doesn't tell anyone that he is pregnant until circumstances force the information out of him. and then dean has to deal with the fact that 1) cas can get pregnant, 2) cas is pregnant, 3) it's his, and he does so pretty poorly.

the rest is under a cut because this post is over 2.5k words long.

my favorite times for this to happen are at the end of season nine, just before dean dies and gets demonized in do you believe in miracles, and at the start of season twelve, just before sam and dean go to jail, because the pining in both those scenarios is delicious but it is so much more powerful if cas is also pregnant, and never even told dean. double points if the truth somehow comes out while they're separated so when dean comes back it's like. yeah cas is pregnant. it's yours. welcome home dean now you have to coddle cas' emotions because he thought he would have to raise your baby alone.

the season twelve scenario is particularly delicious because 1) we can have lucifer slut shaming cas in front of crowley in rock never dies, so crowley knows before dean, and 2) much more importantly, mary is there, and i am obsessed with like. okay. several things.

- the idea of mary getting all baby fever because she misses her boys and this is like. a baby she can take care of because she never got to take care of sam

- the idea of dean working through some of his parentification trauma by coparenting a child with the parent whose place he felt he had to take

- the idea of mary coming in and projecting her insane 1980s gender roles all over cas, suddenly treating him like a woman, stripping him of agency, etc. and like. dean would also do this even though he's not from the eighties, but mary would do it double strength, and they would reinforce each other, it would be a nightmare

- also mary trying to relate to cas on the Travails Of Motherhood etc. and cas being like ?????????? like i cannot stress enough that the weird gender roles she projects onto cas are also standards that she held herself to back when she was a Wife And Mother. while cas is like mary i am not a human woman and also i don't see what "having to look pretty for my man when i'm all baby bloaty" has to do with anything. that's not something i feel like i have to do

oh and 3) could you imagine lily sunder has some regrets if cas was pregnant? unfathomable episode. like ishim and mirabel's reaction but ALSO lily's. and it would fix the number one issue i have with lily sunder, which is that the resolution of the moral dilemma is "well AKSHUALLY the kid was human and not a nephilim so killing it was bad" rather than "it was bad to kill lily's baby, full stop." like ishim's cover up and using the machinery of power to manipulate the truth is very compelling, but the fact that it results in the moral essentially being "it would have been okay if the kid had been a nephilim" suuuuuucks.

basically, there's a reason i have two entire mpreg aus set in season twelve.

and then the delicious part in the season nine version is like. one, dean is away for much longer and he could be anywhere. also he's a demon and he's cheating on cas with crowley. and then even when cas gets him back he's still cursed with the mark, so we can get all weepy over that. you know. i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world and i'm eight months pregnant. etc etc.

but the other thing that's juicy about this version is that cas is still semi-involved with the other angels at this point, like he's roadtripping around with hannah and they're trying to get heaven under control, so carrying a nephil is going to really affect those relationships. so he's going to be probably disliked by the other angels, and there are MANY opportunities for slut-shaming, but at the same time, the other "outcast" type angels might respect him for violating heaven's dictates.

and then of course there's his grace vampirism victorian wasting disease. in canon he's perfectly happy to let himself die, but if he were having dean's baby he would absolutely not do that, that's dean's baby he's endangering there. so of course there's the terrible guilt of having to kill other angels so he can live, plus potentially preparing to die shortly after childbirth so he doesn't have to keep killing. delicious.

and on top of all this cas can get slutshamed by metatron in, depending on when exactly he gets knocked up, meta fiction, stairway to heaven, and do you believe in miracles. plus stairway to heaven would be insane like all the angels would know that cas is pregnant. they would see it in his grace. like cas' angel army would just. know that he was pregnant with a nephil, and have to accept that because he's their leader. in love with humanity indeed.

i'm trying to think of other good times for this drama with cas getting secretly pregnant through a nonsexual interaction to take place. it would be great in season six. like: he's doing a blasphemy with his body but at the same time he's this big important rebel leader so they can't say shit about him, and also he's pregnant while fighting these big important battles (fun and sexy), AND this is like, hot on the heels of the realization that something about his feelings for dean is untoward, expands beyond the bounds of ordinary friendship and camaraderie. like he realizes that, and maybe even that he has sexual feelings for dean, and then he gets immediately knocked up. stunning.

it would ALSO be extremely fun for it to be some kind of... i don't know, magical longer gestation times, whatever, but for cas to have gotten pregnant sometime in s5 and only realized during the Year Of Lisa. LOVE to watch a man rake leaves while both metaphorically carrying the taint of taboo sexual feelings for him and literally carrying his child.

but the thing about season six is, first of all, cas isn't really... envisioning a future with dean. not the way he does in the later seasons. like does he fantasize about a future with dean? yes. like. he really did watch that motherfucker rake leaves. but it's only fantasy. he expected to never speak to dean again after swan song until dean prayed to him in the third man. he's obsessed with dean, but it's distant. remote.

like, we talk about cas babytrapping dean in the later seasons with jack, and he absolutely does, and he would do it even more if dean got him literally pregnant, but that babytrap is about... how do i put this. it's about winning dean's affection. late seasons cas knows that he's going to die by dean's side. the difference that babytrapping dean makes is that maybe it will get dean to be nice to him in the mean time, instead of discarding him like so much toilet paper.

but season six cas doesn't think of it like that. if he were gonna babytrap dean, it would be in the more traditional sense of forcing dean to stay with him in order to raise their child together. and he would never do that. he wants dean to have a happy future, which in his mind does not include him. like, compare here "he's retired and he's to stay that way" in the man who would be king, where cas assumes that dean is happy without him and expects him to live out his days peacefully without ever seeing him again, to "i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world" in the prisoner, where cas assumes that he will be by dean's side for centuries.

but anyway, the other, much more important problem with season six is that cas has a war to fight. like, in the later seasons, cas really has nothing. even when he's on tenuous good terms with the angels, he doesn't really have a home with them. the winchesters are his family, and he'd give up anything for them. he has nothing in his life. he's at rock bottom, and this becomes truer the further along you go. late seasons cas has nothing he would prioritize over serving the winchesters, and he would be happy dropping anything he was involved in to have and raise dean's baby. parenting would give him a purpose that he no longer has, because everything else has been stripped from him.

but in season six cas has a life outside of them. like yes, he has a war to fight, but he also has a place in heaven, with the other angels. he belongs somewhere, he has solid connections to the outside world. even if he didn't have a war to fight, i don't know how excited he would be to have and raise a baby (even dean's baby) because he simply has other things he could be doing. he's involved in the world beyond the winchesters.

like, the reason cas wants to be a parent is that he is totally alone and totally purposeless. having a child gives him both a reason for being and someone who will always love him and who he can care for. if he doesn't have that hole in his life he might not be so eager to fill it with a baby.

for all these reasons, this plotline really doesn't work in season six, because you simply cannot justify cas not getting an abortion, unless you do something nasty like make angel abortion impossible, which i don't love.

you COULD somehow put the impregnation just at the end of season six, maybe just before the man who would be king, such that cas doesn't realize he's pregnant until he's already godstiel. you guys are unfortunately very aware of how obsessed i am with pregnant godstiel.

actually, @jeanne-de-valois has a concept of like. a single, madness fueled midnight hookup immediately pre-tmwwbk (or maybe even during, but prior to the superman mistake), where cas is simultaneously so stressed from being stretched so thin from the war and the lying and the shady dealings, and so high on being The Big Man In Heaven, that he's bold and out of his mind enough to actually come onto dean, like he just appears one night in dean's bedroom and is like, fuck me, and dean is like 👁👄👁 okay. so they have one single adrenaline and madness fueled hookup, and then everything immediately goes to shit.

and i think that's a great place for cas to get pregnant, and then he doesn't realize until he's become god, or maybe he does and he's just like "i'll deal with it later," either way godstiel is like oh? i carry dean's heir inside me? i will have dean's baby. i will have dean's baby it is my right and also my boon to him and also a symbol of my great and magnanimous love for humanity. and also maybe i will put giant paintings of myself pregnant with his child up in churches. what about that. which would be fun. don't know when he would give birth though. actually it would be insane if he gave birth as emmanuel and was just like. raising dean's nephil when dean found him again. nuts. but it just doesn't really have the same flavor as late seasons mpreg. doesn't compel me nearly as much. like the symbolism of godstiel being pregnant with dean's child is fun and sexy but them actually raising the kid afterwards doesn't compel me nearly as much, so it's better to leave literal mpreg to the later seasons and let godstiel mpreg reside in symbolism and fantasy.

or maybe the fetus gets stolen by the leviathans when cas walks into the lake and dean has to battle his leviathanated nephil daughter as the main villain of s7. like she's dick roman's secret weapon. i think that would be fun, actually. kind of an emma situation but drawn out over the whole season. and he thinks cas is dead for most of it so she's all he's got left of cas and a mess cas left for him to clean up. big sexy.

and as a bonus, i will also tell you the best time, imo, for dean to get pregnant: near the end of season eight. possibly a single, tragic farewell fuck in sacrifice when cas is planning to lock himself away in heaven and they're never gonna see each other again. and this impregnates dean with cas' nephil.

but then cas is human. and he can't do anything about it. like generally if they managed to get dean pregnant somehow, cas would immediately talk him into an abortion (which wouldn't be too hard; dean's natural white midwestern man who doesn't vote aversion to abortion would be at war with the horror of being pregnant, and the horror would win), or might not even inform dean that he's pregnant, and just quietly end the pregnancy without dean's knowledge, because cas would never put dean through that. but if cas is human, he can't do that. and furthermore, that nephil is the last evidence of his angelic nature that persists. it's the last of what he used to be, the last of his grace. and there's something absolutely delectable about that.

then of course dean would have to leave the bunker if he was pregnant with a nephil, because angels would be after him, and he wouldn't want to lead them to gadreel, so i am imagining dean discovering that he's pregnant and then showing up in a panic at the gas n sip like "actually cas i'm also out of the bunker will you go on the run with me?" and then they go on the run and have to live in motels again and cas gets to live with take care of dean who is pregnant with his child which is essentially his dream, and he doesn't have to feel guilty because he's no longer capable of giving dean an abortion so he doesn't feel obligated to get him to have one. ideally cas gets re-angeled just in time to give dean an angelic c-section. or maybe they rely on a normal human c-section in a hospital and cas stays human and they are two humans raising their nephil, which is also fun to me.

[takerfoxx]

And immediately following the new RD chapter, have yet another installment of the Walpurgis Nights girls watch The Rebellion Story! This time it'll take up Kyubey's explanation to Homura up through Homura fully turning into a witch.

Reminder:

G=Gretchen

H=Homulilly

Op=Ophelia

Ok=Oktavia

Ca=Candeloro/Mami

Ch=Charlotte

...

Ch: Well, we all good to continue?

H: I do not believe that word really qualifies, but I’m ready.

Ok: We are going to need so much therapy after all this is over.

G: It might be good in the long run. You know, help us appreciate what we have all the more.

Op: I was appreciating things plenty without this horror show.

H: I don’t see what you have to complain about. You actually seem to be doing quite well so far.

Op: True.

Ch: All right. Let’s go.

=Kyubey enters the scene=

H: I knew it! I knew it! He’s behind it all! He’s the one who did this to me!

Op: I mean, it was an easy bet.

H: I know, but now I have someone to blame!

Ca: I really wish I had shot him. Just once.

…

Op: My God, he sounds like a little kid. An insufferable little kid that I would very much like to strangle.

Ca: Pick a number. Stand in line.

Ok: I just realized that this is technically the first time I’ve ever actually heard an Incubator’s voice.

Ca: You aren’t missing out. I can’t believe I ever considered him a friend.

Op: He’s a con-rat, we’re the marks. Don’t be too hard on yourself.

Ch: At least we’re finally getting something in the way of exposition.

…

Ok: Okay, what the hell is that thing on that plate? Because that is disgusting.

Ch: It looks like someone took a bite out of some kind of root and found flesh!

Ok: I see ribs. There are ribs in that thing.

G: Was it really necessary to focus on it? Because I agree with Tavi. That’s gross.

H: Yes, you rat! Please answer those questions!

Ok: I know we’re about to learn some really important information but I’m still kind of fixated on the bleeding root that the camera decided to focus on for some inexplicable reason.

…

H: Oh, so that’s what’s going on? It’s all just an Incubator ploy? I’m just some kind of grand experiment for them?

Ca: You have to admit, it is consistent with their nature.

H: Well, it’s sick, but it is sort of a relief. At least now we have a definite villain, one that-Hold on, I told him about the witch system?!

Op: Looks like.

H: But why? If this Madoka sacrificed herself to end witches, why would I ever tell the Incubators about it? I had to have known that they would go after her!

Ch: Um…

H: What?

Ch: Maybe…Homura was unhappy with how things turned out, and was secretly hoping that they would do something like this? You know, if it meant bringing Madoka back.

H: …

G: …

Op: …

Ok: …

Ca: …

H: That…actually makes a disturbing amount of sense.

…

Ok: Question.

H: Ask.

Ok: I get why you brought all of us in there. But why Kyousuke and Hitomi? Did you even like them? Did you even know them?

H: Excellent question. I have no idea.

Op: No accounting for taste.

Ok: Hey, we saw Madoka’s parents, but what of mine? I mean, I had them, right?

Ca: Yes. But…I don’t recall Homura ever meeting them.

H: But I met Madoka’s.

Ca: Naturally.

Op: Man, you were down bad.

H: I literally reshaped the course of history for her. Of course I was. Still am, just in a more…healthy and less psychotic manner.

G: Yeah, I definitely prefer what we have to what they have.

Ok: Hey, does that mean that Ophelia and I have my house to ourselves?

Op: Oh, we must be so loud.

…

H: I suppose you were right. I wanted Madoka back, and they made it happen.

G: I doubt that you wanted it to happen like this.

H: It still happened. I got you ensnared in the Incubators’ machinations.

G: Lilly, again, it’s not really you. You didn’t do this.

H: I would have, had we not died.

G: But you didn’t. Please, stop beating yourself up over something that didn’t even happen.

H: Is it strange, though, to see an alternate version of myself, where things happened differently, and wish that I had died?

Op: But you did.

H: I mean, I wish that this Homura had died. That she had what I have and was spared all of this.

Op: I don’t find that strange at all. I mean, I feel bad for her, I think we all do.

…

H: Wait, is that an army? I have an army?

Op: Oh, I like where this is going!

Ch: I really appreciate how once you finally realized what was going on, you were like, “Fuck this!”

H: Yes. This is my labyrinth. And there are no rats allowed.

…

Op: YES! This is what we want! Fuck ‘em up, Homura!

Ok: Kill those rats! Get ‘em.

Ch: This must be so cathartic.

Ca: I don’t know. I mean, yes, but I have a very bad feeling about this.

…

Ok and Op: Fuck ‘em up, Homura! Fuck ‘em up!

…

G: Do witches ever attack Incubators?

Ca: Not that I remember. Probably a red flag I should have caught.

…

Op: This smug son of a bitch. Look at him, being all calm while he gets ripped apart.

Ca: I mean, it is a hivemind. He probably isn’t concerned about the fate of a few spare bodies.

Ok: Kind of puts a damper on all of this.

G: I don’t care! Wipe them all out!

Op: Whoa.

G: They hurt my girlfriend.

Op: Hey, not arguing! Just…whoa.

…

Ok: Oh, he is so infuriating! Of course she wouldn’t be happy, come on!

Ca: This is getting bad. She’s going too far.

Op: Or not far enough.

Ca: I mean for herself. She’s letting herself slip away completely.

Ok: Damn, even Kyubey’s starting to sound worried.

H: I do look rather terrifying.

G: Good.

…

G: Never mind, I take it back. Not good, not good!

H: Is this what happened when we became witches? Is this what it looked like?

Ch: I really doubt that it was that dramatic.

Ca: It’s true. When we all changed, it was…dramatic, yes. And horrible. And heartbreaking. But not quite to this extent.

Ch: Oh. Um, I’m sorry.

Ca: Don’t be. I’m over it, really.

…

Ok: Oh, shit! She just turned into Homulilly! That is definitely a skull!

Ca: I think I saw her eyes fall out!

H: Well. It was inevitable. And now I can really ruin that rodent’s day.

Op: Damn, look at them go! They’re ripping all those Kyubeys apart!

H: Not enough. No nearly-Wait, what’s going on?

G: That’s me! Why are we in a field? Why am I standing on chair?

Ok: T-Posing to assert dominance?

G: On Homura?

Ok: And now you’re falling! And-Okay, now you’re bubblegum. Okay.

Ch: This would be horrific if it wasn’t so weird.

Op: Those are some long-legged Homuras, and…Okay, now you just crushed yourself. Okay.

H: I mean, the self-loathing metaphor is evident, but now I’m mostly just confused, and…Oh. Now I’m finally a witch. Literally.

G: That…doesn’t look like you.

H: I suppose this version of Homulilly would appear different.

Ok: Is she a skeleton? I can’t tell.

H: I don’t know. Maybe.

Op: And…Okay, your little floating cup fortress is bleeding from the vag, you’ve got a bunch of birds flying, and-Oh! Oh, those are skeleton arms! That is definitely Homulilly!

H: Aaannnd the top part of my head just fell off. Why did the top part of my head fall off?

Ok: AND THERE’S THE SPIDER-LILY!

H: Well, I guess that is what I looked like.

Ch: You’re taking this part surprisingly well.

H: At least it’s familiar.

Op: She’s got some kind of horn coming out of your ass.

H: Yes she does.

Op: How come this you don’t have a horn coming out of your ass?

H: Well, I don’t know!

Ch: It’s called a phonograph. It’s like an old-fashioned music player.

Op: So your ass is literally playing music.

Ok: You know, despite everything that’s happened, the idea that this Homulilly had musical farts is somehow the weirdest.

Ca: Hush. You’re ruining the tragedy of the moment.

H: I’d actually prefer to have it ruined.

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

shotgunning

“You can’t be serious,” Dean said, staring at Cas incredulously. “We’re seniors in college and you’ve never shotgunned a beer?” “Dean, you know I’ve never even gone to a party.” 

“Sure you have. You go to Meg’s Christmas party with me every year.”

Cas frowned at Dean. “That’s different. It’s just our friends, and no one’s shotputting anything.”

“It’s shotgunning, doofus. Look, let’s practice before the party, ‘kay?”

Cas rolled his eyes. “Fine.” 

“We don’t have to be at the Sigma Nu house for a couple of hours and we can walk,” Dean continued, crossing their tiny apartment kitchen to grab a six-pack of beer out of the fridge. “Consider it pre-gaming.” 

“Right.”

Dean laughed at Cas’ sour expression. The two of them had met freshman year, when they were in the same Writing 101 class, and had been inseparable ever since. Even though, Cas wasn’t much of a partier, and Dean was always goading his friend to join him on adventures. They weren’t going to be in their early twenties forever. They weren’t technically invited to the Sigma Nu party, they weren’t even in the fraternity, but Dean had a couple of friends in it, so he’d wrangled permission.

(And if Dean secretly hoped that getting Cas tipsy would lead to other things happening, well...that was his business.) 

Dean pulled one of the cans off the six-pack and went to stand over the sink. He pulled another one off and tossed it to Cas. “C’mere.”

When they were both standing over the sad stack of dirty dishes neither of them had washed after breakfast that morning, Dean pulled his car keys out of his pocket. “So what you do is you stab a hole low down on the can here, okay? And then put your mouth to the hole and pop the tab.”

“...Why is it called shotgunning?” Cas raised his eyebrows. 

“You’ll see.” Dean stabbed a hole in his can and then passed his keys to Cas. 

The trick with shotgunning was to go fast, or else you would get sprayed with beer, and Dean realized about two seconds after Cas stabbed his can that he’d forgotten to mention that. Dean already had his beer popped open, but Cas--

“I hate you,” Cas said, dripping beer and scowling. “I really and truly hate you.”

Any beer that Dean had already guzzled came spewing from his nose as he doubled over in laughter. 

“This isn’t funny, Dean!”

Dean finally pulled himself together. “You’re right, it’s hilarious.”

Cas’ scowl deepened. 

“Okay, big boy,” Dean said, “You can change, you’re not gonna melt.” 

Dean had meant go to your room and change, but Cas interpreted that as take off your shirt right now. 

Not that Dean was opposed. 

It was just...woah. 

“Can I try again? I don’t want to have to change more than once.” Cas’ voice snapped Dean out of his reverie.

“Sure.” Dean swallowed. “Let’s go for round two.”

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By the time they got back to their apartment after the party, both of them were well and truly trashed. The two and a half beers they’d each had at their apartment, practicing shotgunning, combined with several drinks, some terrifying Jungle Juice (it was made at a frat house, so of course it was terrifying), and a few rounds of shots made for some serious stumbling as they attempted to get up the stairs. 

“I’m tired,” Cas informed Dean, collapsing onto the floor as soon as they got inside the front door.

“Nuh-uh, buddy,” Dean said, trying to pull Cas up. “You’re gonna sleep in a bed.”

It was a struggle, but Dean managed to wrestle Cas into his room, where Cas promptly stripped down to his boxers and collapsed onto the bed. Dean turned to head to his own room and do the same when there was a hand on his wrist. 

“Stay?” Cas asked, and, well, Dean had heard worse ideas, so he did.

--------------

Dean woke up feeling like something had died inside his mouth, and his throat felt like cotton when he swallowed. He burrowed deeper into his warm, soft pillow, groaning. Going to the Sigma Nu party last night had been a terrible idea.

The party. 

Dean’s eyes snapped open to discover that the warm, soft pillow was, in fact, a shirtless Cas, and that said shirtless Cas was blinking his big blue eyes at Dean blearily.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Dean quipped, trying for jovial even as his heart pounded in his chest at Cas’ proximity. Cas smiled at him, wide and gummy. 

“I’ve got to pee,” Cas said by way of greeting, and then pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek before rolling out of bed and stumbling down the hall. 

Dean put his hand to his cheek, to the spot where Cas’ lips had just been. Cas had kissed him as if it was casual or something they always did (it wasn’t, despite Dean wanting it to be). 

When Cas came back a few minutes later, he stood at the side of the bed, tilting his head at Dean. “What’s wrong?”

“You, uh...” Dean swallowed. “You kissed me.”

“Mmm?” Cas climbed back into bed. 

“You haven’t done that before.”

“Oh.” Now Cas was staring at him. “I didn’t realize.”

“That we don’t kiss?”

“That I had kissed you.”

Before Dean’s brain could tell him wait, stop, don’t say that, he was blurting, “Do you want to try again?”

Cas didn’t reply, just gave him one long, searching look before seizing him by the shoulders and kissing him again, for real this time, on the lips. Dean’s brain shorted out for a second and then he actually started kissing Cas back. The morning breath was the pits, and Cas was way too enthusiastic for being hungover, but Dean honestly couldn’t give a damn.

“You know,” he said, once they had separated and he was looking into Cas’ eyes again, “There’s another kind of shotgunning we could try.” 

“Does it involve making out?” Cas asked.

“It most definitely can.”

[chaoticpuff17]

When the Chips are Down

Part 6

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hello, my darlings. I am on a posting streak apparently. Please enjoy the the reunion and confrontation we have all been waiting for--- chaotic puff

Y/N held her tongue for the rest of the day, choosing instead to remain cold and detached as Namjoon tried to establish himself in her good graces again, as if he had ever been there to begin with. He didn’t seem to understand that though. He was immensely pleased with himself under the false impression that she was jealous because of his dalliances while she was gone. If anything, he was the jealous one. You couldn’t be jealous if you didn’t care, and unlike her feelings for him, Namjoon cared immensely for her, however twisted and demented those feelings were. 

The day passed in relative peace after their midday confrontation, and slowly her first day back at the estate blended into her second. Miss In and Namjoon still tried to get her to eat breakfast, and she relented, eating a few pieces of melon along with a cup of green tea. Though she did have to sit through a lecture from Namjoon on how she should be careful with her caffeine intake. Eventually she snapped, reminding him that green tea had far less caffeine than a cup of coffee, and he left her alone after that. 

She was able to enjoy her morning in peace after that, retreating to the piano room to avoid Namjoon’s hovering. The room hadn’t changed at all in her absence. It was clean, evidence that it had been cared for while she was gone, though she doubted that Miss In would have left any corner of the house in disarray, but it was otherwise untouched.

 Thankfully it still seemed that the promise that this room was to be her sanctuary remained in place, and Namjoon left her alone. That didn’t mean that she was left completely undisturbed though. Miss In would pop in at regular intervals to see how she was doing, to bring her water or tea, to ask if she needed anything. It was far less annoying than Namjoon’s hovering, but it wasn’t quite the peace that she wanted. It was the best she was going to get though.

Eventually Namjoon himself came knocking on her door, pulling her attention from the book she’d distracted herself with. 

“I have a surprise for you, jagi.” he informed her, smiling sweetly, an expression she didn’t trust at all, but she got up and followed him regardless.  

He led her to the living room, a room that neither of them used very often which only heightened her confusion. 

Hoseok was there, and with him was a woman, a woman who was achingly familiar. 

“Iyla” Y/N’s voice was soft, shaking as she stared at the woman before her. How was she here? Why was she here?

“Y/N.” There was a pause before both women rushed to each other colliding and falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs as they clung to each other. 

“Oh god no.” Y/N whispered tearfully gently stroking her baby sister’s hair. “What are you doing here, Iya? You shouldn’t be here, baby.” 

“You never came home, and Jackosn stopped calling. Oh god, Y/N. Jackson is… he’s dead!”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m so sorry.” 

Hoseok and Namjoon stood back watching the two carefully. Both were ready to intervene if needed. Iyla was a wild child, and Namjoon didn’t want any unnecessary stress on Y/N or the baby. But both women seemed to be content to stay wrapped in each other’s arms shaking and crying on the ground.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to…” 

“Shhhh,” The older of the sisters hushed holding the other more tightly. “It’s okay. We’re going to be okay.” She promised even though she didn’t quite believe it herself. She pulled back carefully examining her sister’s face looking for any sin of stress or injury. “You’re okay? You’re not hurt?”

“I’m okay.” Iyla promised burying her face in her sister’s neck again. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, Iya.” 

Y/N rested her cheek on Iyla’s head gently rocking them side to side as they held onto each other. This was the last place she ever wanted to see her little sister, but she at least looked healthy and unharmed. 

Namjoon was vigilant as he watched the two women. Y/N was still newly home. She was tired and overly stressed already, as much as he hated to admit it. Being home was stressful for her. He was stressful for her. She’d settle with time. He was sure of that, but or now she was stressed, and as soon as she figured out that Iyla was now Hoseok’s woman, all hell would break loose which wouldn’t be good for the baby. Stress wasn’t good for the baby.

“Oh.” 

Both men tensed at the pained sound ready to jump in. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Iyla pulled back eyes darting over her sister’s form.

“I’m fine.” Y/N hissed settling a hand on her belly. “They just like to kick.” 

“Oh.” Iyla’s gaze zeroed in on her belly. “You’re huge.” 

“I’m pregnant.” 

“You look like a whale.” 

“That’s what happens when you’re pregnant.” A soft sweet smile spread across her face as she watched her sister fuss over her. 

As worried as Namjoon was it was interesting to  see his wife interact with her sister, and seeing them side by side he could see just how much they looked alike. They had the same eyes, the same hair, the same nose. Iyla was taller, not by much probably only an inch or two at most, but taller. To the untrained eye they could have been mistaken for twins, but the difference in hairstyles provided an easy out for distinguishing between the two. Iyla’s hair was long trailing down her back while Y/N had cut off most of her hair while she was gone. It hung in a shaggy pixie cut that had clearly been grown out from an even shorter cut. 

Namjoon still wasn’t sure what to think about the change in her hair. It was cute in its own way, but it wasn’t whatNamjoon preferred on her. It would grow out in time. Just like everything else in their lives, it would go back to normal. Everything had to go back to normal. He needed it to be normal, and so did she even if she didn’t quite realise it yet. Everything would be better when they were back to normal.

Things wouldn’t be back to normal for a while though. Namjoon wasn’t blind to the amount of work that needed to be done between them. Their relationship had always been tenuous at best, but it had deteriorated spectacularly before her escape. They needed to work on it. He wanted his wife. He wanted a stable family for their baby. Right now, he had neither. 

Namjoon was pulled from his thoughts as another pained groan filled the air. In a flash he was by her side, pulling her up from her position on the floor much to both women’s protests. 

“Y/N!” Iyla cried lunging for her sister only to be caught around the waist by Hoseok. 

“I think it’s time to go. Y/N needs to rest.” Namjoon declared keeping a firm hold around her. 

“I’ll take Iyla home.” 

“Home? What do you mean home? Where are you taking her?” Y/N was growing more distressed by the minute, and Hoseok was quick to drag Iyla to the door as Namjoon dragged Y/N deeper into the house. “Where are you taking her?” 

“They’re just going home, jagi. It’s okay.” Namjoon cooed trying to sooth her and failing. 

“No! She’s supposed to be with me! Where are they going?” 

“She’s exactly where she needs to be, jagi.” 

“How can you let him take her away?” She cried pulling against Namjoon’s hold forcing him to swing her up into his arms to get her up the stairs. 

“They’re engaged. Of course He’d take her home. She’s perfectly safe, jagi. I promise.” 

Y/N froze in his arms as they reached the top of the stairs, and he carefully set her down. “What do you mean engaged?” 

“Jagi…” 

“Kim Namjoon!” She barked whirling around to face him. “What do you mean engaged?” 

“Jagiya, you need to calm down. Stress isn’t good for the baby or for you.” 

“How could my baby sister be engaged to Hoseok?” 

Namjoon was no stranger to her fury, but even he was concerned by the venom in her tone.

“Jagiya, why don’t you sit down. I’ll have Miss In bring some tea…” 

“Why is my sister engaged to Hoseok?” She stood firm glaring up at him with a hand resting protectively on her belly. 

“Jagi…” 

“Answer the damn question, Namjoon.” She paused waiting for a response only to find Namjoon’s tired and worried gaze. There wasn’t even a hint of remorse in his eyes. “Oh god…” She breathed out as the horrifying realisation set in. “You gave my baby sister to Hoseok didn’t you?” Still no response, there was only a horrible damning silence that filled the space between them. “You gave my baby sister to Hoseok!”

“Jagiya, I really think you should sit down.” 

“How could you? How could you do that to my sister?” 

Namjoon was firm but gentle as he pulled her into his office forcing her to sit down. “I need you to calm down, jagi. Think of the baby.” 

“I always think of the baby!” She snarled even though she remained seated. “But I also have to think of my sister who you just gave away like chattel!” 

Namjoon scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I didn’t even know you had a sister until Hoseok brought her here from GOT7’s headquarters. Any other secrets I should know about, jagiya?” 

“I was trying to protect her.” 

Namjoon paused in his pacing to level her with a stern look. “I don’t take kindly to lies, jagi.” 

“I don’t take kindly to kidnapping.” She shot back. “Figlio di puttana.” She spat under her breath cursing the day that Namjoon was born. 

“What was that?” Namjoon asked sharply.

A sweet smile spread across her lips. “Vaffanculo!”

“I may not speak Italian, but I still know when you’re swearing, jagi.” 

“Vaffanculo.” She repeated slowly drawing out every syllable of the word still with that seemingly innocent smile fixed across her features. 

“Jagi!”

“You kidnapped my sister and killed my brother, and you’re yelling at me for swearing?” She quirked a brow. “Is that really the issue right now?” 

“You’re sister came to Korea on her own, and Jackson ignored the terms of the agreement.” 

Y/ scoffed rolling her eyes. “Did Iyla come knocking on your door? And it wasn’t Jackson’s plan. It was Mark’s.” She watched Namjoon freeze in his pacing, shoulders tensed. “I called him. Jackson was only trying to help fix the mess you made.” 

“The mess I made? You ran away with our baby!” 

“You forced yourself on me!” She snapped back eyes flashing dangerously. “You tattooed your name on my shoulder! And this was all after you kidnapped me and blackmailed me into marriage! So yes, I would call this your mess.” 

She wasn’t blind to the hurt that flashed across his face, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. After every terrible thing he’d put her through, she just couldn't bring herself to care about his feelings. She shouldn’t be the only one suffering in this sham of a relationship. 

“Jagiya…” He took a step towards her, soft and pleading, but she was in no mood to placate him.

“Have you ever once stopped to consider the consequences of your actions? Or do you simply not care? You have ruined my life, and now you’ve ruined Iyla’s life too.” 

“We have a beautiful life…” 

“You have a beautiful life!” she snarled. “You got everything you wanted, but I’m trapped here, with you, and now you’ve sentenced my sister to the same fate.” 

“Jagi… Y/N.”

“I didn’t choose this. I didn’t choose you, but now I’m stuck with you just like Iyla is going to be stuck with Hoseok.” she huffed struggling to stand up, and Namjoon was instantly at her side ready to help her up only to be harshly pushed away by the irate woman. “Don’t touch me!”

“Let me help you, jagiya.”

“I don’t want your help!”

“Sit down!” he thundered, sending her a withering glare. “You’re stressing yourself out, and I won’t have any harm come to you and the baby!” 

“Then you should have left us in Italy.” 

Namjoon surged forward burying his fingers in her short locks and forcing her to meet his eye as he loomed over her. “I will never let you go. You are mine, my wife. This baby is mine.” 

“Get off me!” she harshly pushed him away pushing herself up with some difficulty. “Get the fuck away from me.” she spat moving to the other end of the room where his desk sat. 

“Y/N…”

“What did you expect?” she laughed eyes wild as she stared at him from across the room. “Did you think we were going to be a happy family?” she asked throwing a paper weight at him. “After everything you’ve done?” Next came a picture frame that had been situated on his desk, a photo from their wedding.

“Jagiya.” He held up his hands defensively. “You need to calm down.” 

“No.” she snapped, throwing another picture frame. “No.” she repeated more softly, looking away her chest heaving. “You have ruined me, and I will never forgive you for that.” Namjoon wanted nothing more than to go to her, to hold her, but even he knew that it would be a bad idea in this instance. She was worked up enough without him trying to touch her. “I tried. I tried to accept this and be a good wife, and look where it got me. You have taken everything.” 

“Things will be different this time. We’ll be different. We have the baby…” 

“My baby deserves more than this hellhole. I deserve more than this.” 

“We had a deal, Y/N.” He reminded her softly voice deep and calm even though he wanted nothing more than to shake her by the shoulders and yell. “I’m not the one who broke our deal.” 

“Well it looks like we’re both shitty people then.” She scoffed arms crossed over her belly. 

“I can’t undo the past, Y/N.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm himself down. “And I won’t let you go.” She scoffed again shaking with the rage and deep set hurt that had been festering since he’d first taken her. “Why don’t we make a new deal?”

“What?” 

“A new deal.” he proposed taking a tentative step towards her, scared to upset her anymore than she already was and cautious of any more flying objects. “We make a new deal, one to suit us both.” 

“And why should I believe that this one would be any better than the last?” 

“We’ve both made mistakes, jagi. Let me try to make up for them.” He pleaded slowly getting closer to her. “For both our sakes. For the baby.” 

“You’re despicable.” 

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “But I love you, and I love our child.” 

“What we have isn’t love.” She laughed running a hand through her hair. “I hate you. I hate you more than any other being on the entire planet. And I don’t know what you feel, but it isn’t love.” 

“I love you.” He repeated earnestly taking a few more steps towards her. “And you’re my wife whether you like it or not. We’ll have to make this work, because I have no intention of ever letting you go again.” 

She grimaced in pain, a hand flying down to her belly. Namjoon was instantly by her side supporting her and leading her to his desk chair to help her sit down.

“What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” 

“I… I don’t know.” She whimpered as another flash of pain seared through her abdomen. 

“I’m calling the doctor. Just stay here, okay?” She nodded far too focused on the pain in her belly to care what he was doing. 

“Miss In!” he bellowed down the hallway, and quick as a whip the older lady appeared with a worried frown on her normally composed face. “Call the doctor. Tell her Mrs. Kim is experiencing pains in her belly. Call Seokjin as well.” 

“Yes, sajangnim.” She bowed. “I’ll bring some tea for her as well.” She bowed again hurrying out of the room. 

“Tell the doctor to hurry!” Namjoon ordered kneeling beside Y/N worriedly looking over her. 

“Yes, sajangnim.” 

“What is it?” Namjoon asked again one hand cradling her belly and the other gently pressed against her back as she hunched over in pain. “What can I do?” 

“I… I don’t….” She hissed curling in on herself more as another pain ripped through her.

Namjoon nodded to himself before scooping her up in his arms and swiftly carrying her to the bedroom. The doctor was on the way, but for now the best he could do was to make her more comfortable. Hopefully lying down would help, and hopefully she wasn’t in labor. The baby wasn’t due for another few weeks or so.

“It’s alright, jagi. It’s going to be alright.” he promised gently setting her down on their bed. “The doctor is on the way.” 

“Is the baby okay?” She whimpered clutching her belly. 

“The baby is fine.” he assured her, climbing onto the bed with her and cradling her in his arms. “You’re both going to be fine.” 

part 7

[seraxphim]

Supernatural 15x18, the misinformation and the truth.

Hi, this is a little informative thingy for people who haven't seen the episode/season and want to know what's true and what isn't. 

This is probably late, but better late than never, right?

A Quick summary, TLDR:

Jensen Ackles ISN'T homophobic

Cas DIDN'T get sent to super mega hell for being gay

Cas DID sacrifice himself for Dean

Cas is PROBABLY not perma-dead

The script is VERY vague on the meaning of can't.

Here's a cut, although, I’d recommend you read this if you have not seen the episode or want some Cas revival proof. That is unless you don't want spoilers, then just go watch the episode/season.

1. Jensen Ackles is...

Not homophobic. Shocker, I know. He has repeatedly shown support towards the LGBTQ+ Community, in fundraisers, his family, and even cons (at photoshoots there are some lovely stories). The fact that people are joking about him saying slurs and being homophobic is really stupid, please stop being assholes towards him, he as no control over the plot, and he’s not a scriptwriter.

Also all y'all never heard of micro expressing, Dean was in shock and I *personally* think Jensen portrayed it very well.

2. Castiel's 'permadeath', is it bury your gays?

Its probably not permanent, they know there's no way they can get away with it.

I highly doubt we'll see him in 15x19 but there's almost a 100% he'll be in 15x20*, Misha's mysterious disappearance from the cast lists seems like a similar tactic that I've heard teen wolf pulled with Stiles, although I haven't watched that show so correct me if I'm wrong.

We should reserve our judgement for when 15x20 airs, not before.

*Theres an image of him with Robert Wisdom (Uriel’s Actor) who we know has a scene with Cas from a tweet Misha put out in February of this year.

3. Super-mega-hell?

Nope. Don't know where this one came from, but Cas does not go to hell for being a homo, stop saying that.

Already said spoilers before the cut but here's another warning just in case.

Castiel's godson, Jack, dies, so he goes to heaven to get him back. An Entity called The Empty wants Jack because he's a Nephilim (angel/human hybrid), and it keeps all the dead angels and demons, its not like heaven or hell, its just Empty.

However Castiel (who's met with The Empty before, it does not like him) doesn't want Jack to die, and trades his life for Jack's. Dean was never told about this, and obviously tried to process both this and Cas’ confession.

Now, the Empty didn't want Cas immediately, it wanted him to be happy when it took him, to make it even more painful. Hence him professing his love to Dean as to summon the Empty, which would take death, who was after Dean.

Off topic, the 'fire gifs' are really, really dumb and mis-informative. The Empty is an oily black oozy jacuzzi of eternal nothingness, Angels and Demons literally just sleep there, its all they do. From what I know the fire gif was from some movie.

4. Well, it's still queerbait, right?

Hm, not necessarily, no. While the leaked script does say 'Dean can't reciprocate', that's very very vague wording. Can't and Don't are two very different things, Don't typically would be an end all be all "I don't love you" for example. Can't, however, is another story, "I can't love you" implies a reason, it implies a want, and something stopping it, it has layers that 'don't' just doesn't have. Wording is everything in writing.

'Dean can't reciprocate' implies he wants to, or at the very least isn't fully opposed, but everything happens so quickly that he just can't. As well as this, Misha bringing back 'You're not crazy' and a tweet from a fan asking him if its canon via likes, in his liked tweets, is saying something, and knowing what we do about Misha, well, we'd be remiss to ignore this obvious sign.

Of course, that last paragraph can be ignored if you believe it was simply platonic, which is completely valid :)

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If I've missed anything out, or got anything wrong, comment it and I'll add it in a reblog/ edit! I'm not trying to start a fight or anything lol, just informing those who haven't or won't see the episode.

[imaginationintowords]

Folklore [song series]

my tears ricochet

Modern Day AU! Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff; Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

[warnings: death, and funeral]

word count: 4829

[a/n: sorry for such a long wait. I've been busy. I thought once I was done for the semester I would have a lot more time to work on my stories, but if anything my summer break has been more hectic. Just because I haven't been posting, doesn't mean I haven't been working on them. Just know that I am working on the new chapters for this and for TKWBA, just need a bit of patience from you all. Also thank-you for the continue love and support on all my work]

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Age: 21

Year: Sep. 2015

Location: Brooklyn, NY & Stanford, CA

Elizabeth was sat at her desk doing her homework. She was anxiously waiting for Steve's call about the baby arriving. He had called her two hours prior to let her know that Natasha had gone into labor, and they were at the hospital. Steve told her that he'd call her as soon as he heard the news. She tried her hardest to focus on her homework, but she found herself constantly checking her phone for any updates.

Suddenly her phone started going off. She instantly picked it up and answered the call.

"Is the baby here?" She immediately asked.

"Liz," Steve choked out.

"Steve, what's wrong?" She could hear the distress in his voice.

"Natasha, she," he tried to say but the words got caught in his throat, and she could hear the soft cries.

"Steve, breathe," she tries to calm him down the best she could without actually physically being with him.

Elizabeth was simultaneously trying to keep herself calm, and not rush into any assumptions.

"She died," he said after calming himself down enough to tell her what happened.

"She died?"

"I guess there were complications, he tells her, still unsure of what exactly happened.

Steve hadn't thought to ask further into what exactly happened when Bucky's mom called to tell him the devastating news. He couldn't wrap his head around what she was telling him. He just never imagined that this would be the outcome of his best friend welcoming his first child into the world.

Steve clears his throat trying to force the lump back down.

"I'm catching the next flight out to New York," he tells Elizabeth, "I just gotta be there for Bucky."

"Yeah, of course," she says, completely understanding.

"I know you can't exactly fly out now, without letting your professors know, so as soon as I find out all the funeral," his throat catches at the word, he takes a small breath, "all the funeral information I'll let you know."

"Okay that works," she agrees.

"Okay. I haven't to pack real quick and get to the airport within the next hour," he tells her.

"Okay, I'll let you go."

"Wait, Steve," she calls out before he could hang up.

"Yeah?"

"I love you," she says with a shaky voice.

"I love you too, so much," he says, "I'll text you when I board the plane."

After one final goodbye, Steve hangs up the phone.

The flight seemed like Steve's longest one he's ever been on. As soon as he landed he quickly grabbed his carry on, the only thing aside from his backpack that he brought with him. Elizabeth had messaged him letting him know that she could bring more of his stuff once she flies out.

Steve made his way out of the airport to find his mom waiting for him by her car. He quickly made his way towards her and wrapping his arms around her.

On the drive to Bucky's apartment Steve sent Liz a text letting her know he landed. He then called Bucky's mom to let her know he was on the way.

"Thank-you for coming out Steve," Winnie thanks him, "The baby is just about to get discharged, we should be at the apartment before you get there."

"Of course, I'll see you guys soon," he says hanging up the phone.

Steve then sends a quick email to his boss and professors explains his absence and why he'll most likely be gone for a couple of weeks.

An hour later Steve's mom was stopping outside of Bucky's building.

"Let them know I'm here if they need anything," his mom tells him before he exists the car, "I'll come back at noon with lunch for everyone."

"Thanks Mom," he says leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Steve exists the car leaving his bags with his mom. He takes one final breath before walking to the front doors. Steve presses the call button for Bucky's apartment and was immediately buzzed in.

As soon as he reaches Bucky's door, he knocks quietly. The door opens and he's welcomed by Rebecca. He takes in the sullen face on the teenage girl.

"Hey Bec," he says.

"Hi," she quietly says, as they hug each other in the door way.

When they pull apart she steps aside letting him inside.

"It's just my parents and I here. Bucky didn't want to deal with a lot of people right now," she explains to Steve.

"Steve," he hears from his left, Keith, Bucky's stepdad makes his way out of the small kitchenette over to him, and embracing him, "Thank-you so much for coming. We know you're a very busy person."

Before Steve could respond Bucky's mom Winnie walks into the living room.

"Oh Steve," she immediately wraps her arms around him.

"Thank-you so much for coming on such a short notice," she says. Steve could hear the shakiness in her voice. He could tell she was trying to keep it together. No doubt the last 12 hours being the most stressful and emotional she's ever been.

"There's no need to thank me. This is where I need to be," he tells them.

"Let us at least pay you back for the flight," Keith says.

"No, don't worry about that," Steve waves him off, "I had a lot of miles that needed to be used."

"Well, thank-you again," Keith nods his head, understanding where Steve was coming from.

"You can go on ahead Steve. Bucky is waiting for you in the nursery," Winnie tells him, giving him an assuring nod, he nods back making his way towards the nursery.

The short walk seemed like it was much longer. Steve has never felt so nervous in his life. When he approaches the closed door, he softly knocks on it.

"Come in," Bucky calls from inside.

Steve walks in, closing the door behind him. He's immediately greeted by Bucky sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, feeding his newborn daughter.

"Hey," Steve softly says, not sure what to say.

"Hey," Bucky greeted Steve with a sad smile.

It had been 12 hours later and it still didn't feel real to Bucky. The hospital had even offered the chance for him and Poppy to stay a couple of days, but all Bucky wanted to do was to go home and get away from the hospital. But now being back in the apartment without Natasha was surreal. He was trying his best to keep it all in, at least while the baby is awake and needs him.

He was determined in being the one that cared for her, even when his mom offered to take care of her for a few hours while he gets some rest. He assured her that he needed to do this. He had to do it alone, because he knew that soon enough it would just be him and Poppy.

Bucky was very grateful when he heard Steve was flying out. He felt like Steve was the only one he could really talk to about everything going on.

Steve was still standing by the door, just watching his best friend be a dad for the first time. He had no idea what to say in this kind of situation. The words were caught in his throat the moment he actually saw Bucky.

"Thanks for coming," Bucky says breaking the silence. Steve immediately looks away from the baby to meet Bucky's eyes.

"You would've done the same thing," Steve says, "And like I've said before, I'll always be here for you."

"I don't care how far, I'll always be on that first flight to you," Steve continues, he glances down at the now sleepy baby, "You're my brother Buck."

There was a moment of silence between the young men. Both understanding what the other one means with such few words.

Steve watched as Bucky gently placed the sleepy baby on his shoulder to burp her.

"It suits you," Steve quietly remarks.

"What?" Bucky looked up at him confused.

"Fatherhood, it suits you," Steve says again, stepping closer to his friend.

"You think?" Bucky looks back down at the now sleeping baby.

"Yeah. I know it's only been less than a day, but you look natural. Make it look easy."

"Thanks," Bucky smiled, getting up for the he chair and walking over to the crib to gently place Poppy in.

Steve walked over, standing next to Bucky, watching the little one sleep peacefully.

"What's her name?" Steve whispered, realizing that he hadn't found out what the name of the baby was.

"Poppy James Barnes," Bucky proudly says.

"That's cute," Steve commented, he placed his right hand on Bucky's left shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

Bucky looked over at Steve and they both nodded their heads in agreement, before falling into an embrace.

"I am so sorry," Steve quietly says.

"It happened so quick, she barely even got to see the baby," Bucky quietly cried into Steve's shoulder, "I never even thought of this would be the outcome. I never imagined I'd be coming home solo with the baby."

Steve tightened his embrace on Bucky, just listening to his friend.

"I don't know how I'm going to do this Steve. I don't know how I'm going to raise her without her mom. I'm trying to keep it together to not worry my mom, but fuck Steve, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm scared I'll screw this all up. I'm scared I'll screw her up.

"I'm so scared Steve," Bucky cries.

"It's okay to be scared," Steve tries his best to comfort Bucky, "I'd be more concerned if you weren't scared. This is entirely new territory for you. You're raising a child, a child who unfortunately no longer has her mother. That alone is a fucking terrifying thing to go through.

"It's not going to be easy. There's no point in lying to you, and saying it will. You and I both that won't be the truth. But if there's anyone I know who could do this, it's you Buck. You're the strongest person I know. Whatever has happened before this doesn't matter. The only thing that matters now is that little girl. And I know damn well you're going to give her the best life she will ever have," Steve pulls away from Bucky and holds onto his shoulders.

"And you're not alone in this. You have a lot of people who care about you, and now Poppy. You will never be alone. You'll always have someone to call, someone to help you. You're crazy to think we would ever leave you to do this alone. We're here, and we're not going anywhere. You and Poppy will never have to be alone. She might not have her mom, but she's got you, and I know damn well you won't ever let her wonder what being without one parent truly feels like.

"You've got this Buck," Steve assures him, "And we're here every step of the way."

"Thanks Steve," Bucky sniffles, wiping the tears away.

"No need to thank me," Steve smiles, "Now why don't you go take a nap. Get some rest. We're here if Poppy wakes up."

"Yeah I could use some sleep," Bucky yawns, his adrenaline from the last 12 hours fading away.

Steve walks Bucky to his bedroom and watches as he gets into his bed, and quickly falls asleep. He quietly closes the door behind him, with the baby monitor in one hand checking to make sure Poppy is still asleep.

He walks back into the living room, placing the monitor by the tv for everyone to see and hear.

"They're both asleep," Steve announces to the room.

"Oh thank goodness," Winnie sighs, "James hasn't taken a moment to rest since everything happened."

"Knowing Bucky, we'll probably have to be forcing him to rest for the next couple of weeks," Steve says.

"I just got off of the phone with Natasha's father," Keith said walking back inside the apartment.

"What did he say?" Winnie asked.

"He said that the funeral is all up to us," Keith sighs, "Something about how Natasha made her own path with getting pregnant, and that once she left she was no longer his responsibility."

"He really said that?" Winnie asked mortified.

"I'm afraid so," Keith sighed, "I tried reasoning with him saying we would handle everything financially and he can come to the funeral but he said no."

"What kind of father doesn't show up to his own daughter's funeral," Winnie shakes her head in complete disbelief.

"Explains why Natasha was the way she was," Rebecca whispered, so that only Steve could hear her.

He reluctantly agrees.

Two weeks later

Elizabeth was helping Steve with his tie in his childhood bedroom. She had flown in yesterday for today's funeral services. Elizabeth had gotten in late last night, so she still hasn't seen Bucky or Poppy yet. She was a let to get a week off of work and her professors gave her an extension on her assignments when she explained to them what happened.

"I still can't believe Natasha's dad isn't going," she says as she straightens out Steve's tie.

"Bucky's mom is still holding out hope that he shows up," Steve says.

"What does Bucky think of it all?" Elizabeth asks.

"He's not worrying about it," Steve explains, looking over himself in the mirror, "His only concern right now is Poppy and only Poppy. If Nat's dad shows up then he does. But as of now Bucky has made the decision that he will not be in Poppy's life. Not until he proves himself."

"That's very mature," she says grabbing her purse.

"This Buck is like a whole new one you've never seen before. Fatherhood has made him a thousand times more grown up these last couple of weeks."

"That's good."

"Ready to go?" Steve asked her, grabbing the keys to his mom's car.

"Yup," Elizabeth says following Steve out.

Bucky had asked Steve to pick him and Poppy up, and Steve had of course agreed.

They arrived to Bucky's apartment in fifteen minutes. Walking up to Bucky's door they could hear a lot of commotion coming from inside. Steve used the key Bucky gave him to let himself and Elizabeth in.

As soon as they walked in they were greeted by the sounds of a baby crying.

"Buck?" Steve called out.

"We're in here," he calls from the nursery.

They go to the nursery to find Bucky looking frazzled while trying to change Poppy's diaper.

"I'm so sorry. I'm running so behind," Bucky tells them, glancing over his shoulder quickly,

"Poppy didn't sleep well last night. And nothing I've tried has been working."

"It's okay Buck, just take your time," Steve calmly says.

"I still need to shower, shave, and get dressed," Bucky rambles, "She's going to need another change of clothes because she spat all over herself, and my mom only bought this one outfit for today."

"Hey Bucky, calm down," Elizabeth calmly spoke up, placing her hand on his back, "Take a breath."

Bucky felt the warmth and comfort from Liz's touch. He listens to what she says and takes a deep breath.

"Okay good," she says, "now you go get ready. Steve and I got this."

"Okay," he nods his head, handing the baby over to Elizabeth, "thank-you."

"Of course," she softly smiles at him, "now go get ready."

Bucky quickly makes his way out of the room and into his own to get ready.

Elizabeth looks down at the small baby in her arms. She could see so much of Bucky in the baby with hints of Natasha. It was a little strange for her to be holding Bucky's baby and it not being her baby as well. Not that she ever wanted to get back together with Bucky, because she didn't. There was just a little voice in her head, that of her teenage self, saying how it was supposed to be them, doing this together.

She quickly shut the voice down.

Elizabeth was incredibly sympathetic of Bucky's situation. All she wanted to do was be there for him, as a friend. She wanted Bucky to succeed as a father, and she would do what she could to make that happen.

Steve silently watched Elizabeth watching Poppy. He couldn't really read her expression. He hates to admit it to himself, especially with everything going on, but he was slightly worried about how Liz would react to all of this. He had faith in their relationship, of course he trusted her immensely. But he still couldn't help but feel like she might decide to leave him for Bucky. Elizabeth turned around to see Steve looking at her with a distant look in his eyes.

"You good?" She gently asked, breaking him from his self-destructive thoughts.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah," she nods her head, handing the baby over to him, "I'm going to try and find her a new outfit.

"Okay," Steve says sitting down with the baby.

"I love you," Liz quietly says to Steve, knowing what could possibly going through his mind, if hers was also wandering.

"I love you," Steve replies back, finding himself relaxing at just hearing those three words, any doubt slipping away.

30 minutes later Bucky was ready to go. He walked out to the living room where he found Steve and Elizabeth sitting with each other holding the baby. He paused for a moment taking in the scene in front of him. He felt a sense of warmth and low flow through him as his closest friends admire his daughter. In that moment he knew he had made the right decision in what he would tell them next.

Steve glanced up to see Bucky leaning against the frame of the hallway.

"Ready?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, but I actually wanted to ask you two something before we go," Bucky says walking over and sitting on a chair next to the couch.

"Sure, what's up?" Steve leans forward, leaning on his knees, giving Bucky his full attention.

Elizabeth tears her eyes away from Poppy to also give Bucky her full attention. She smiles at him, letting him know he could continue on.

"I first and foremost just want to thank you Steve, for what probably is the hundredth time," Bucky says, "I know you have a lot going on with work and school. So I really appreciate everything you've done for me and for Poppy. And you too Elizabeth, I know you're incredibly busy especially with law school prep. And with everything that's happened between-"

"Don't," she stopped him, "What's past is past."

"Well anyways, thank-you," Bucky says, "Now here comes what I wanted to ask you two. There's no other two people I wouldn't trust more with Poppy. So I wanted to ask if you would be her godparents?"

"Really?" Elizabeth asked taken back by Bucky's request.

"Yes," he nods his head, "There's no one else I wouldn't trust with her if anything happens. It'll help me sleep better knowing she'll have two people who'll love her like I would. Two people who have so much love between them, that I know will always be together."

Both Steve and Elizabeth were taken back by Bucky's last statement. They knew Bucky had accepted their relationship, but to actually have him not only say it out loud but to practically give them his blessing, it meant the world to the couple.

Steve and Elizabeth both share a look with tears glistening in their eyes. Elizabeth nods her head.

Steve turns back to Bucky, "We'd be honored to be Poppy's godparents."

Elizabeth and Steve stood up to hug Bucky. All filled with a wide range of emotions. Bucky felt a huge sense of comfort after asking Liz and Steve to be Poppy's godparents. He knew he made the right decision, and he knew he could now sleep better at night knowing his daughter would be taken care of. And by two people he knows can love her the way he does.

After what happened with Natasha, Bucky just wanted to make sure Poppy would be taken care of. If she couldn't have her parents, then she would have the closest thing to having parents. And Bucky knows Steve and Elizabeth would be amazing parents.

That alone allowed him to be at peace for whatever may happen.

Arriving to the funeral location Bucky felt his nerves start to spike. He sat in the backseat looking out the window at the familiar faces walking into the chapel.

"You okay?" Elizabeth asked turning in her seat, after Steve parked the car.

"I don't know if I can do this," he mutters, glancing towards the sleeping baby in the car seat next to him.

"We'll be right next to you along the entire way," Liz calmly says.

"If you feel too overwhelmed we'll leave whenever you want," Steve tells him, "We won't stay if you absolutely can't handle it. No one will hold it against you."

"Okay," Bucky takes a deep breath.

"Stay here, I'll get the stroller out," Steve says, getting out of the car.

"No one is expecting you to be brave, Buck," Elizabeth says, "You're allowed to be vulnerable. You're allowed to show emotions."

He nods his head, taking in what she's telling him.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small necklace. Clutching onto it as if his life depended on it.

Elizabeth catches the small 'N' on it, realizing that that was the necklace Natasha wore everyday since she was 13.

Bucky takes one final deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"Okay, I'm ready," he tells her.

"Okay, let's do this."

Bucky was grateful that they arrived only minutes before the service started. Everyone was already seated in the pews.

He slowly walked down the aisle pushing the stroller, Steve and Elizabeth walking right behind him.

Bucky tried his best to avoid any eye contact with everyone. He couldn't bare to look at the pity in their eyes.

He caught sight of his family siting in the second row. He also noticed a man sitting alone in the first row.

He instantly knew who it was.

Once Bucky reached the first row, the man made to movement to greet Bucky.

Bucky cleared his throat, "Mr. Romanoff."

The older man looked over at Bucky, then at the stroller.

"James," he stiffly said, turning his attention back to the front.

Bucky awkwardly sat down placing the stroller next to his legs, away from Natasha's father, while Steve and Elizabeth sat next to Bucky.

The service was going smoothly up until the priest announced that Natasha's father would be making a speech, catching everyone off guard.

Bucky looked at the older man as he walked up to the stand. He turned around to face his mom, "Did you know this?" he whispered.

"No I didn't," she shook her head.

Right as Mr. Romanoff was about to start speaking, Poppy began to cry. Bucky quickly went to get her out of the stroller, while Steve quickly went to grab a bottle to help him out.

As soon as the baby calmed down Mr. Romanoff began to speak.

"First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for coming," he begins, "I really appreciate it. Natasha would be eternally grateful for all of you."

Bucky started to get annoyed by the beginning of Mr. Romanoff's speech. As if the man didn't turn down the invitation for the last two weeks. Now he's trying to act like the perfect father, as if he didn't kick her out and cut off his pregnant daughter.

"Natasha was a kind hearted person. Only wanting the best for those closest to her. She was the most selfless person you would have ever met," he continued on with his speech.

Elizabeth couldn't help but be confused by Mr. Romanoff's speech. She hated thinking ill of the dead, but that man had no idea who his daughter truly was.

"Natasha was so smart, earning her way into Yale. She was only months away from graduating. I was so incredibly proud of her. If only we would've gotten the opportunity to watch her walk across the stage.

"Other than leaving an everlasting impression on all of us, she also left behind a part of her. Her last moments on Earth was spent bringing in another Romanoff," he says.

Bucky's head snapped up to Mr. Romanoff, then towards Steve.

"Romanoff?" Bucky whispered, "This man has the fucking nerve."

"Ignore him," Steve whispered back, trying to calm Bucky down, "He's just saying all of this to make himself look good."

"Natasha brought her daughter into the world," Mr. Romanoff continued, forcing fake tears to fall, "I remember being by her side as she was in labor."

Bucky clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to call Mr. Romanoff out on his lies.

"As she was dying," Mr. Romanoff paused for dramatic effect, "Her only request was to name her daughter after her."

Steve paled his hand on Bucky's shoulder, trying his best to calm him down. It was too late, Bucky was already placing Poppy in Steve's arms.

"What a fucking lie," Bucky stood up shouting at Mr. Romanoff, causing everyone to gasp.

"James," Mr. Romanoff said through gritted teeth, as a warning.

"How could you just lie to all these people?" Bucky shouted, "How could you lie as if you didn't disown Natasha months prior when she told you she was pregnant. Or when my parents kept inviting you to the funeral, you kept saying no and how Natasha's decisions led to their death. How dare you say you were in the delivery room. As if you didn't have her number blocked.  My mom and I were there when things took a horrible turn. We were there when the doctor walked out and told us Natasha didn't make it. Not you! Us!

"Then you go on to make some shitty story about Nat's last words. Which is completely false. Natasha never wanted to name the baby after herself, you'd actually know that if you were actually present in her life. But you weren't. And you sure as hell will never be a part of your granddaughter's life."

Bucky turned to Steve and Liz, "Let's go."

They nodded their heads and helped put Poppy in the stroller. They followed Bucky as he walked out of the chapel.

After leaving the funeral services, Steve was able to calm Bucky down. Winnie had called Elizabeth to let her know that the burial services the next day were officially going to be private. Liz agreed that that'd be best for everyone involved. Especially with what happened during the funeral services.

The burial service was only attended by Bucky, and his family, along with Elizabeth and Steve.

Everything went along smoothly. Everyone giving Bucky the safe space to grieve.

After the burial, everyone gave Bucky a few moments alone at the grave site so he can say his final goodbyes.

"Hey Nat," he pauses taking a deep breath, "these last two weeks haven't been the easiest. But boy have they been amazing. I may be more exhausted than I've ever been, but boy is she worth it.

"She may only be two weeks but I can already tell she's going to be the most amazing person ever," he softly cries, "You would've loved her so much. But like I promised back at the hospital, she'll never not know who her mother was. I will always make sure she knows who you were. Always."

"Goodbye Natasha," he whispered, before walking away to join his family waiting.

Age: 26

Location: Brooklyn, NY

Year: 2020

"Daddy, what's this?" Poppy calls out to her father from his bedroom.

"What's what petal?" He asked walking into the room, finding her surrounded by boxes, as they prep for their move uptown.

"This," she holds up the small necklace with the 'N'.

Bucky kept that necklace in a small box in his nightstand. He kept it at the bottom of his nightstand for safe keepings. Planning on one day to give it to his daughter. He always planned to wait until she was 16, but he figures now is as good as ever.

"That was your mommy Natasha's," he said walking over to her, and sitting next to her on his bed, "She got it when she was 13, and wore it every day up until when she died."

"It's pretty," she says admiring it in her hands.

"It is isn't it," he smiles at his little girl, "It's now yours."

He grabs the necklace from her little hands. He unclasps it, then gently moves her dirty blonde hair to the side. He places the necklace around her neck, and clasps it shut.

"Thank-you daddy," she smiles brightly at her father, admiring the necklace that now lay on her chest.

Bucky smiled at his daughter, watching as she kept admiring the necklace. It was a little big on her, but he knew she would grow into it.

"Anything for you baby," he kisses the top of her head, "Anything."