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RHW: Epilogue

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PLEASE READ: The day is here. Right Here, Waiting is officially over. It's been a ride, to say the least. I've laughed and I've cried, but I've enjoyed every single minute of it. @brayndilyn and I turned a tiny little idea into something that I am infinitely proud of. Her love, support and help has been amazing and this story has given me a friend that I will cherish forever, so thank you, B!

You may notice that this epilogue is set on the 5th of August, 2023...TODAY. I wanted to do something fun and cool and having the story end on the day that it ends just seemed so fitting. I hope you enjoy the epilogue as much as you've loved the rest of the story. I'm off on a little hiatus now but I'll be back soon.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: PURE FLUFF

August 5th, 2023

After a wet July filled with continuous torrential downpours, August brought with it the promise of the sunshine that everybody craved. Taron and Liliana had quickly escaped the hustle and bustle of London at the first sign of sun to spend the week in Aberystwyth with their family.

Liliana was excited to spend Matilda’s twelfth birthday with her. Matilda had started high school in September and had been so busy that Liliana hadn’t been able to spend as much time with her as she would have liked. Having a week to see her as often as she liked made her insides jump with excitement.

The second day they were in Wales, it was a warm Saturday morning and Liliana woke up before Taron. He nestled into her back with his nose tucked into the back of her neck. Liliana lay in bed for a little while after she’d woken up just to enjoy Taron’s touch on her skin, but when she grew a little too warm, she climbed out and pulled on some leggings.

Tina was already downstairs when Liliana slipped into the living room, and she turned her attention away from the TV to smile at Liliana.

‘Good morning, honey. Sleep well?’

Liliana nodded. ‘I did, thank you. Taron’s still sleeping but I don’t think it’ll be too long until he’s awake.’

‘You came downstairs,’ Tina chuckled. ‘I give him a solid fifteen minutes before he comes in here looking for you.’

‘I was going to say more like ten. I had to try so hard to pull myself away from him. I’m going to go make a cup of coffee. Would you like one?’

Tina shook her head softly and held her mug up. ‘I’ve got one already, lovely. Thank you though. I’ll come and chat to you in the kitchen, I’ve had a bit of an idea I want to run by you.’

Liliana walked through to the kitchen with Tina close behind her. She’d been at Tina’s house overnight countless times in the almost eighteen months that she and Taron had been together, but it wasn’t until that morning that she realised just how at ease she was there.

She didn’t feel the need to tiptoe everywhere she went in fear of making too much noise with her steps. She didn’t stop in doorways to listen and make sure that nobody was in a room before she entered.

And she felt completely free to make herself a drink or get something to eat without having to ask or feel like a burden. She let out a shaky breath as she grabbed the mug that Tina had bought specifically for her, and she blinked back tears.

‘So this plan?’ Liliana said to try and distract herself from the emotions racing through her.

Tina settled herself on one of the dining chairs and watched Liliana glide around the kitchen effortlessly. ‘I was thinking, because the sun has finally decided to make an appearance and because I want to celebrate getting to spend the entire week with my two oldest babies, what if we have a barbecue this afternoon?’

Liliana’s heart swelled at Tina calling her one of her babies, and she turned to her with an emotional smile. ‘That sounds really lovely. Taron and I could go to the shops if you needed? It wouldn’t be a bother.’

‘No, it’s okay,’ Tina insisted. ‘If you’re okay to watch the girls for me, I’ll go. Plus, if I’m being completely honest, I need Taron to clean the barbecue before we use it.’

Liliana let out a small chuckle. ‘I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to do that. I ought to be making him a drink too, huh? Considering it’s been five minutes since I got downstairs.’

‘It might be a good idea. Do you think Eliza would be okay with Matilda coming around today? She could spend the night too, if she’d like.’

The corners of Liliana’s lips curled up into a grin as she nodded her head. ‘That would be amazing. Thank you, Tina. But please let me give you some money towards the food and anything extra. It’s the least I can do for everything you’ve done for Taron and me recently.’

Tina shook her head firmly. ‘Nope. I won’t take money from you, Lili. It’s what family does.’

‘Exactly. Family helps each other out. Let me give you the money for the crisps and things at least then.’

‘Liliana Esme,’ Tina chastised lightly. Liliana looked down sheepishly and it took her a short while to finally look back up at Tina.

‘Sorry.’

Tina chuckled with a small wink. ‘There’s been this idea floating around in my head for a few months now but I didn’t know when, or how to bring it up in the best way.’

Liliana furrowed her brows as she put the used tea bag into the small caddy next to the kitchen.

‘I love you just as much as I love Taron and the girls. If anything happened to you, I would be beside myself. You are amazing, and I wish you’d had the grown up you needed in your life when you were little. I’ve been thinking…if you feel comfortable enough, this is, that you could maybe call me mum? You absolutely do not have to, I just thought…oh I don’t even know, I just thought it might be nice.’

Liliana’s breath stopped momentarily as a rush of contrasting emotions filled her mind. Tina had been more like a mum to Liliana throughout her teenage years than Eliza had, and she’d accidentally slipped and called Tina ‘mum’ on a few occasions. But knowing that she had Tina’s blessing–that she would finally be able to call someone mum again, and knowing that she had a mum who loved her, it sent something weird zapping through her body and she couldn’t control the emotion as she wasn’t quite sure what it was.

‘That’s truly only if you feel comfortable though,’ Tina continued. She could sense the difference in Liliana’s demeanour and wanted to diffuse anything before it got too bad and Liliana shut down. The last thing Tina wanted to do was upset Liliana. ‘I wouldn’t ever want you to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable.

‘It’s just…I want you to have a mum that you feel safe with. I want you to have a mum that loves you how you deserve to be loved, because my god you deserve to be loved, Liliana. Anyway, would Matilda prefer hot dogs or beef burgers for the barbecue? I’ll be getting cheese and doing some fried onions. If she’s anything like you, I’ll be buying Tesco out of onions.’

Liliana breathed out a slightly teary laugh. She was thankful for the sudden change in subject. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to call Tina mum. If anything she would have loved to. There was just something holding her back.

Things with Taron were perfect, to put it swiftly, but she knew just how quickly things changed in her life; how quickly things went bad. The last thing she wanted was for her to finally feel comfortable enough in a family for it all to be pulled from under her. It had happened before, and she swore that she wouldn’t let it happen again.

‘You may need to buy Tesco out of onions. Chances are she’ll probably have one of each. She isn’t fussy, bless her. You could put any food in front of her and she would give it a go. I don’t know where she got that from, I was so fussy when I was younger.’

‘You weren’t fussy,’ Tina said seriously. ‘You just hadn’t had the chance to try a lot of foods when you were younger so you were nervous to sway away from what you knew. I never had an issue with you trying new things. But if she likes both, I’ll make sure there’s both. The girls are the same. I’ll get Taron to clean the barbecue when he comes downstairs and we’ll be good to go. I’m surprised he hasn’t come down yet, it’s been ten minutes.’

As if on cue, Taron strolled into the kitchen with his arms stretched above his head. He yawned as he made his way over to Tina to kiss her on the cheek.

‘Morning, mam. I heard my name. What are you talking about me for?’

Tina looked at Liliana and they shook their heads simultaneously with small laughs that made Taron look between them with raised eyebrows.

‘I bet I didn’t,’ he laughed as he stalked towards Liliana. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips gently. ‘You came downstairs without me.’

‘Unlike some, I wake up early and don’t want to spend all day in bed,’ Liliana chuckled playfully before she kissed Taron again quickly. ‘Your mum suggested that we have a barbecue this afternoon. We’re going to watch the girls while she runs to Tesco and I’m going to call Matilda soon and see if she wants to come. Eliza won’t have a problem with it.’

Taron twisted his body until his hips rested against the worktop. He wrapped an arm around Liliana’s waist and tucked her into his side before he grabbed her mug of coffee to steal some.

‘Oi,’ Liliana chastised with wide eyes, ‘that’s mine, you bugger. There’s a mug behind you that I made for you.’

‘Yours always tastes nicer,’ Taron shrugged. ‘A barbecue sounds amazing though. Do you need me to clean it then, mam? It’s not been used for…I don’t even know how long. The chances are it’s a right mess and will need a good scrub.’

Tina licked her lips as she stood to put her empty mug in the sink next to Taron. ‘Funny you should ask,’ she said playfully.

Taron shook his head in fake disbelief. ‘I knew I heard you talking about me. I’ll get it cleaned this morning for you so it can sit for a while before I light it. Can I put towards the shopping? I don’t like the idea of you buying everything.’

‘I already told Liliana that I won’t accept any money from the two of you for it. You are my babies and I want to treat you. Am I okay to leave the girls with you now? They’re due to be waking up soon but I have a feeling Tesco will be packed if I leave it much longer.’

‘That’s fine,’ Liliana said quietly before she leaned up to kiss Taron’s cheek. ‘I’m going to go and call Matilda. I’ll be right back, babe.’

***

As Taron had thought, the barbecue was in need of a deep clean. It wouldn’t take much to get it clean but Taron got the power washer out to help speed things up. In a feeble attempt to stop his t-shirt from getting wet and dirty, he pulled it away from his body and threw it just inside the back door where it would be sage.

While he cleaned, Liliana and the three young girls all laid out on blankets on the grass together. The three younger girls played on Taron’s Nintendo Switch while Liliana read a book. After working on her second book for so long, it was nice to read for pleasure rather than for work. She’d made sure to pack multiple books for their week away so that she wouldn’t run out of reading material.

Liliana read her book until Taron rubbed his palms on the back of his jeans to dry them off somewhat. He’d distracted her so well that when Matilda scooted closer to her, she hadn’t flinched. It wasn’t until Matilda tapped her on the leg twice that Liliana diverted her attention away from her boyfriend to her little sister.

‘Thank you for letting me come,’ Matilda said quietly while she hugged Liliana from the side.

Liliana turned to her and smiled fondly. For all of their differences, they were still so alike. They had the same personality, and Liliana could feel the love that radiated from Matilda in the small moments.

‘You are so welcome, Little Bug. Are you excited to start year eight in September? I can’t believe that you’re already in your second year of high school.’

‘I’m a little nervous. Year seven was fun but the teachers have said we’re really starting to get into things this next year.’

‘Year eight is a little harder than year seven.’ Liliana wasn’t the type of person to sugar coat anything when it came to Matilda. She wanted her to know that things could be hard, and then give her ways around making it easier. ‘But it will go by so fast and you are so smart that you won’t even be able to tell the difference. Before you know it, you’ll be in year eleven and doing your GCSEs. High school can be hard, and I don’t want you to let anybody tell you otherwise.

‘And people can be awful, trust me on that one. But you are so headstrong, and so incredibly smart that I know you’re going to do amazing. If anybody starts to give you trouble–students or teachers–let me know. Taron and I went to that school and most of the teachers we had are still there and I can talk to them. Mr Francis, he could probably tell you some stories.’

‘He’s my English teacher!’ Matilda exclaimed happily. ‘He’s always really fun.’

‘That sounds like Mr Francis. He was Taron and me’s English teacher too. He caught us passing notes one day and I don’t think I will ever live that down.’

Matilda’s eyes widened in glee. ‘I’m going to ask him about you both in September. Hey, Lili? Do you think that you and Taron will ever get married?’

Liliana took a deep breath and moved her attention back to Taron. His back tensed as he cleaned and Liliana couldn’t help but want to run her hands down the length of it and let them settle just inside the waistband of his jeans. She shook her head before her daydream turned into something erotic and turned back to Matilda.

She leaned in close and whispered, ‘I don’t know, Tilly, but I hope we do. I love him a helluva lot and it would be nice to be married to him.’

‘Would you have kids?’

‘I don’t know, Til. That’s something that Taron and I would have to talk about one day. Why? Do you want us to get married and have babies?’

Matilda nodded. ‘Yeah. I’ve always wanted a brother. And who doesn’t love babies?’

Liliana chuckled and hugged Matilda to her side. Though she kept her eyes on Taron. Matilda had planted a thought in Liliana’s mind and it had turned into a whole daydream about one day being able to call Taron her husband. The thought made her insides turn to mush and she couldn’t hold back the grin that took over her face.

Unbeknownst to anyone else in the garden, Taron had heard Matilda’s question and had strategically taken a break from using the power washer in the hopes that he would hear how Liliana answered. Taron had known since March of the previous year that he wanted to spend the rest of his time on Earth with Liliana.

In the April of 2022, he had designed and bought a ring that he hoped she would love, ready for whenever Liliana was comfortable enough to take the next step and solidify their relationship further.

The past eighteen months had been utter bliss for Taron. He finally had the woman of his dreams and his best friend all rolled into one. But he knew that Liliana still faced her inner demons every day and he was willing to wait as long as she needed before he asked her the most important question.

A couple of months after their trip to Scotland, Liliana had moved in with him and that was enough for Taron. Liliana was the first person he saw when he woke up, and the last person he saw when he went to bed. If they lived like that for the rest of their lives without the titles of husband and wife, he was sure that he wouldn’t have minded.

Five months prior, when they celebrated their one year anniversary, he had casually brought up the idea of marriage but Liliana had been hesitant. She had drawn in on herself again and Taron knew that it was too much too soon. He apologised for bringing it up and made it up to her again and again that night, whispering sweet nothings into her ear continuously.

He had hoped that the idea of marriage wouldn’t scare Liliana so much, and he’d come up with a tentative plan to propose to her in November. It would be the two year anniversary of when they reunited at Liliana’s first book launch. But Taron carried the ring with him wherever he went, more so that he didn’t forget where he had hidden it, but also because he was worried about how Liliana might react if she saw it.

The second he heard Liliana tell Matilda that she wanted to marry him, he thanked his lucky stars that he’d taken the ring to Aberystwyth with him and that it was stashed in the bottom of his suitcase where there was no risk of Liliana coming across it. He decided to seize the moment, and a plan started to form in his head.

Liliana and Matilda had continued to whisper while Taron had his epiphany, and luckily they hadn’t noticed that he’d stopped cleaning. He closed the lip of the barbecue softly so that it didn’t make too loud of a noise.

‘Well, I believe it will do for our spur of the moment party this afternoon.’

Liliana looked up at Taron and smiled happily, ‘Great job, babe. It looks clean enough to eat off of!’ She winked at him and he gave her a sarcastic look while he planted his hands on both hips and wiggled them joyfully. ‘You are something else.’

‘You got that right, baby. I’m going to go and get cleaned up and put my top back on before I join in on all the fun you four are having. Do any of you want a drink while I’m inside?’

‘Can you bring us all another can, please? Thank you.’

Taron went back into the house and continued to work on his plan to get Liliana alone for a little while. He hoped that if he timed it right, they could be back at the house to celebrate with everyone before the barbecue was in full swing.

He bounded up the stairs two at a time and changed into a pair of shorts and a new t-shirt before he grabbed the ring from his suitcase. Before he left the bedroom, Taron checked in the mirror to make sure that the outline of the small, velvet box wasn’t obvious.

As luck would have it, Tina walked in the front door as Taron got to the bottom of the stairs. She jumped a little but chuckled when she saw that it was only Taron.

‘God you have a way of sneaking up on me,’ she laughed.

‘It was totally not on purpose,’ Taron laughed. ‘Let me help you with these bags. What did you buy, woman? They’re heavier than the girls.’

‘Hush your mouth, child. Though I may have gotten carried away with snacks. So the chances are we’re eating all of this over the next few days.’

‘That sounds like a plan to me. I actually need your help with something.’

‘Sure, baby. What do you need?’

Tine looked at her son with a puzzled look plastered on her face. She could tell that Taron was up to something but she couldn’t fathom what it could possibly be. He put the bags he carried down on the table and then turned to his mum fully.

He checked the back garden to make sure that none of the girls were on their way inside before he stuffed his hand into his pocket and gripped the small box that he’d kept well hidden for almost two years.

‘I happened to overhear Liliana telling Matilda that she hopes that we get married one day. And I figured, why not ask her today?’ He pulled the box out of his pocket and snapped it open to show his mum the ring. ‘This wasn’t the plan but I can’t wait any longer. It’s been such a long time coming. She’s the one, mum. Liliana is the one that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.’

Tina’s jaw was on the floor and she had tears in her eyes. It wasn’t a surprise that Taron wanted to propose. She’d known how Taron felt about Liliana for years, but she hadn’t had a clue that he already had a ring.

‘I was going to tell you that I planned to propose but I just can’t wait any longer.’

‘Oh my goodness, this is amazing. My baby boy is going to propose!’ Tina’s voice got louder and Taron immediately turned to the back garden.

‘Mam,’ he shushed her through gritted teeth.

‘I’m sorry, honey, this is just so exciting! What do you need my help with?’

Taron closed the box and stuffed it back in his pocket so that there wasn’t a risk of anybody else seeing it before the time was right. ‘I need you to distract Rosie, Marie and Matilda while I get Liliana up to Constitution Hill. I thought it only fitting that I ask her there. It’s one of the most important places to us.’

Tina nodded in understanding and pulled Taron in for a long hug. ‘Of course, that would be perfect. And leave it to me, I’ll make sure the youngest are good while you’re gone. I’m so proud of you, little boy. And I’m so happy that Liliana is ready for forever. I told her that she can call me mum if she wants to and she got emotional. She’s really starting to open up more and I’m so happy.’

‘I think she’s finally ready to accept that she’s part of a family now. I just want to make it official. I’m going to go and get her. We won’t be too long, promise.’

‘Take your time, Taron.’

‘Thanks, mam. I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Taron hugged his mum once more before he walked to the back door and admired the four girls at the top of the garden. He slowly made his way over towards them.

‘Hey, Love Bug, come here for a second,’ Taron called to Liliana as he neared where she rested on the grass. He opened his arms and Liliana automatically stepped into them when she got up. ‘Mum’s just got back from Tesco and it’s such a lovely day out. What do you say we got for a walk quickly? I was thinking about Constitution Hill. It’s been so long since we’ve been up there.’

Liliana gave Taron the same puzzled look his mum had and asked, ‘But what about the barbecue? Surely we could help your mum get everything ready? She’s already done so much by doing the shopping on her own. I can’t leave her to prepare everything on her own too.’

‘She had mentioned asking the girls to help her prepare everything, and you know how much they all love to help out in the kitchen. Especially when Matilda is here.’

Liliana was still visibly sceptical, but she couldn’t deny that she would love some alone time with Taron. ‘Sure, babe, that sounds like a great idea. But let’s take the funicular up so we aren’t gone too long. I would still like to help your mum prepare some stuff.’

‘My thoughts exactly,’ Taron smiled as he leaned down to kiss Liliana. ‘Come on, let’s get going.’

He wrapped his arm around Liliana’s shoulder and walked them towards the garden gate that led them down the side of the house and to the street. Matilda looked up at Liliana and the crease in her brow was obvious even from where Liliana was.

‘We’re just going to take a quick walk up the hill. We’ll be back before the barbecue starts, I promise,’ Liliana assured Matilda.

Matilda smiled and gave her a small wave goodbye before going back to playing games with the other two. Liliana waved at Tina as they passed the kitchen window. She could have sworn that Tina winked at her when she passed by, but the sun was streaming in through the window so Liliana thought that it must have been the sunlight getting in her eyes.

***

Liliana had clocked the grey clouds making their way to town before Taron had, but she was sure the forecast hadn’t predicted rain so she hadn’t mentioned anything. Though she wished she had when she felt the first drops of rain hit her skin. Taron groaned loudly and grabbed her hand to pull her into the nearest empty doorway.

He pushed her against the wall softly and looked down at her with so much love that Liliana could physically feel her heart pulling towards Taron’s. Her hands slid up his front until she could pull him closer to her by the neck.

Her lips brushed over his and as she was about to pull away, Taron leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She sighed dreamily into him and held onto him tighter. When they had been caught in the rain and took shelter in a shop doorway all those sixteen years before, all Liliana had wanted was for Taron to kiss her.

Liliana smiled into the kiss and Taron copied. He thought the same thing and without needing to use words, they gave each other what their younger selves wanted.

‘Do you think they’d be happy?’ Liliana asked when they pulled apart to catch their breath.

‘Who?’

‘Our eighteen year old selves. Can you imagine telling them that in sixteen years they would be back hiding from the rain but happily kissing one another because they were in a relationship and had been for over a year?’

Taron thought for a moment as he held Liliana close. The rain had stopped already but they made no moves to continue their walk. He let his hands trail up to Liliana’s waist where he held her against him. He just hoped that she wouldn’t reach her hands down too low where she would feel the ring box nestled safely in his pocket.

‘I think they’d be annoyed that it took us so long to say something to one another,’ he said with a small smile. ‘But then I think they would be so happy. I know younger me would be. All I wanted that day was to kiss you.’

‘All I wanted was for you to kiss me.’

‘Then this is for younger us,’ he smiled before he leaned down to plant another kiss to Liliana’s welcoming lips.

***

Thankfully the rain hadn’t stopped the funicular and it was running when they got to the bottom of Constitution Hill. Liliana climbed in first and took a seat on the small bench to the left. Taron squeezed in next to her and put his arm around her shoulder happily.

‘Thank you for indulging me, Lil. I love spending time with everyone at home but I wanted a little bit of uninterrupted alone time with you.’

Nobody else stepped onto the funicular and as it started to carry them up the hill, Taron leaned in and kissed Liliana. It was deep and passionate, and the passion behind it caught Liliana off guard momentarily. Though she leaned in and kissed him back just as fervently. It didn’t matter how much time passed, kissing Taron was still her favourite feeling in the world.

‘Thank you for suggesting this, T,’ she panted when Taron pulled away. ‘I agree, it is very nice to have some alone time with you. No funny business though, we are still in public and the ride up is only a few minutes.’ Liliana wagged a finger at Taron and he put his hands up in surrender with a devilish grin.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, Love Bug. But there’s nothing saying we can’t have a cheeky make out session, right?’ Taron winked at Liliana and leaned in to kiss her again.

By the time they pulled apart, they were nearing the top of the hill. Taron grabbed Liliana’s hand as he stepped out so that he could help her climb out of the carriage safely. She thanked him softly and leaned her hand on his shoulder as they walked.

The closer they got to the edge of the hill, the more Taron’s nerves started to hit him. His throat got dry and his hands had started to shake. He hoped that if Liliana could feel the shake, she would think that he was a little on the chillier side. The drop in temperature at the top of the hill worked in his favour.

Liliana pulled away from Taron and walked towards the edge faster than Taron. The views never failed to amaze her and the second she saw the entire bay, her lips curled into a smile and she took a deep breath. Her love for Aberystwyth grew once again when she’d started to go back with Taron. She no longer dreaded being there because she knew that she would be with the people who loved her the most.

The sunshine that had come back quickly after the rain had stopped, and by the time that they got off of the funicular, nobody would have known that it had been raining ten minutes previously thanks to the almost cloudless sky that had taken over.

Liliana towed Taron in the direction of their spot while she soaked up the sunshine, her head tilted up to get as much vitamin C as she could. They had never officially declared what part of the hill was their spot, but they both knew. They had spent countless hours up there talking about life while watching the clouds.

It was where Liliana had felt the safest when she was a teenager, and it was where they had realised that they had fallen for each other all those years ago. Liliana stood right at the edge and looked out at the sea. Small waves crashed against the bottom of the hill and Liliana matched her breathing to each crash.

There was a faint smell of seaweed in the air and the Y Consti cafe behind them wafted the smell of freshly ground coffee into the air. Taron stepped next to Liliana and took her hand in his. They stood and stared out at the sea for a moment, taking in the warm breeze and the few fluffy clouds that dotted the sky.

As Liliana was about to tell Taron that she was enjoying the moment with him, she felt him tug on her hand. When she turned to face him, he was lowering himself onto his left knee. He took the ring box from his pocket and Liliana’s breath caught in her throat.

‘Taron,’ she managed to choke out as she squeezed his hand tightly. Tears had already found their way to her eyes and she couldn’t help the ones that fell down the length of her cheeks.

‘Don’t say anything yet,’ he said quickly before he gulped. ‘Please. I want to say this before I forget anything I want to say.’

Liliana nodded, allowing Taron the room to say whatever he needed to. Though she knew what was coming. Her heart thumped rapidly deep within her chest and tiny drops of sweat started to build on the small of her back as the anticipation of what was about to happen poured over her.

When Matilda had asked her earlier in the day if she was going to marry Taron, Liliana hadn’t expected for Taron to propose to her that day. Things started to fall into place as she watched Taron. She’d not taken notice of it before but she should have realised that Taron had stopped cleaning at the right time, and then the next thing she knew, he whisked her away to their spot and he was on one knee in front of her.

She swiped away the tears that had started to fall so that she could look at Taron clearly, but she couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. They were falling freely down her cheeks and she saw a couple of people out of the corner of her eye watching the scene unfold in front of them.

‘It has been almost sixteen years since I said goodbye to you on that train platform,’ Taron started through a shaky breath. ‘When the train pulled out, I remember wondering if I was ever going to see you again. It was like I was losing the thing that mattered the most to me. When I got home, I sat in your chair and I just cried. I didn’t want you to leave, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to say anything. I remember thinking that I’d lost you for good.’

Taron paused and took a deep, shaky breath. Liliana wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup his cheek, to pull him into her body and hold him until the end of time. She wanted to be the one to look after him. But she held back so that he could continue in his own time. Liliana was in no rush. They had the rest of their lives to look forward to.

‘Then one morning when I was checking my mail, I found an invitation to a book launch. The second I read the name on top, Liliana Esme, I could feel the hole in my heart shrink a little.’

Liliana could remember making the guest list for the book launch as if it were only yesterday. She’d been asked to give a list of names of people who meant the most to her. When Taron’s name popped into her mind, she couldn’t decide what to do. It had already been over a decade since she’d last seen him, and a whole lifetime had occurred in that time.

She knew that it was a long shot that he would turn up, but she invited him anyway. And she would send that invite again just to have Taron by her side again.

‘You have always been my safe space, Lil, and I have loved you since we were eighteen years old. I wake up every morning and fall in love with you even more. The hole in my heart healed when I saw you again, and every day with you makes the scar grow smaller.

‘These past eighteen months with you have been the best of my life. It’s been a continuous adventure and I can’t wait to relive every single one for the rest of my life. I have loved dancing in Washington Square Park with you; eating croissants on a balcony in the middle of Paris; swimming in the Mediterranean Sea; running into the sea down there in the middle of the night in just our underwear.’

Liliana laughed through the tears that streamed freely down her face, and she held Taron’s hand tighter, if that were even possible. A stray tear fell down Taron’s cheek and Liliana leaned forward to wipe it away with her free hand. Taron leaned into her touch and let the corner of his lips turn up into a gentle smile.

‘Liliana, you are the strongest person I know, and the love that you show everyone around you knows no bounds. You love so hard, and with everything in you. Yet you struggle to love yourself, even now. It’s almost as though you are so busy loving everyone else that you forget to share that love with yourself.

‘I want to be the person who shows you love when you don’t feel like you can show it to yourself. I do not want you to ever feel the way you felt growing up. You’ve had me in your corner forever, but I am going to prove to you that I’m not leaving that corner. Not for one second. On your hardest days, I will be there. On days where we’re frustrated with one another, I will be in your corner. I will be in your corner no matter what.

‘I want you to feel loved every second of every day. And one day, I hope that you’ll have children in your corner. Children that you brought into the world. That…we brought into the world.’

Liliana took a deep breath. The thought of children wasn’t as scary as she would have imagined, but she was nowhere near ready to think about it yet. Though she knew Taron wouldn’t push anything, ever.

‘You are going to make an amazing mum one day, Lil. I have no doubt about it. I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love someone. You are still my safe space, my guiding light, my strength on my weakest days, and my warmth on my coldest days. I want us to be a family. I want us to start a family that will always show you love. ‘

Taron took another shaky breath and looked up at Liliana. His eyes were steady as they fixated on Liliana’s, and his hands stopped shaking just enough that he was able to snap the ring box open.

Liliana’s breath caught in the back of her throat as she looked at the delicate ring in front of her. It was everything she could have imagined and so much more. The sapphire and diamond ring glistened beautifully in the sun that shone down around them.

The smile she gave Taron was so big that it hurt her cheeks and she could barely see in front of her. But her smile told Taron everything he needed to know. She was ready. Liliana was ready to start the next chapter of her life. She was ready to be a wife, ready to take on the world with Taron, and ready to open up her life to him wholly.

‘Liliana Esme,’ Taron continued through a smile equally as wide as Liliana’s, ‘will you marry me?’

#rhw #right here waiting #lilianaesme #taron egerton #taron egerton fic #taron egerton blurb #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fluff #taron egerton writing #taron egerton fanfic #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton piece #my writing

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emily-nightray · 3 months

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Problems I Have With VnC

Spoiler heavy so find it under the cut.

Amusement Park aftermath

As someone who went to a public school in the US, I have seen my fair share of petty fights and how people make up after them. Vanitas and Noe nearly killed each other and yet they made up like US high school students.

"Dude, I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah. Me, too."

BEST FRIENDS AGAIN!

There wasn't an in depth conversation about it. It seemed to just be brushed off. So much should have been said and yet it wasn't.

2. Where is Misha?

Misha is obviously very dangerous. He has one of the books and has Teacher using him. He wants to bring Luna back from the dead and believes he's able to do so. He's brainwashed Domi and almost caused at least one death.

Why did they just let him go? Misha didn't need to become a new member of the main cast, but where is he? Capture him. Send him to child jail. Do something. You shouldn't let this crazy teenager run around unsupervised.

3. Plot going off course

After the hiatus finished, it seems like VnC just went everywhere. We get Astolfo's full backstory. We did not need that. Introduce new characters some other time.

We have Lady Archiviste for some reason. Then we see her and Teacher tell us Astolfo's story. Why do they even know it and why do we care?

Now we're going with the dhams. Oh now we see Lady Archiviste is here because she's Marquis Machina. Crazy. Wild. Annoying. That isn't needed. What does this do? Why are we going into a minor thing with the dhams? This is not helping Vani die.

4. Arcs seem to not matter much

The entire arc with Chloe and Jean-Jacques seems to be in the background. We learned important things but it seems like it didn't truly matter. Chloe and JJ have disappeared and no one talks about it really. Bring them back and it will fall into place.

5. Lady Archiviste

I cannot begin to explain how much I loathe the "Last of their kind" trope being ruined by "Surprise! Another one is alive!" No. We don't need that. Or show it later on. It's so pointless. Hopefully this doesn't happen again.

And why did Noe see her and then just not do anything? They saw each other. Noe was surprised. He said nothing. He did nothing. Unless he saw her in the future after the events with the dhams are finished taking place, it was stupid for them to see each other. Do something with that.

6. I feel like we're going nowhere

It's been nine years and I feel like we've gotten nowhere. I've read a manga that was 18 chapters. It wrapped everything up in 18 chapters while still being interesting. How have we gone nowhere in nine years?

There are many, many more, but these are the main issues I'm having now. After the hiatus, I feel like this just went downhill.

#vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte spoilers #vnc spoilers

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amethystbeloved · 1 year

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Hi, I just recently discovered the Triles fandom because I rewatched DNG seasons 13-14 and DNC 1-3 properly only now lol I’ve noticed that you were probably the most passionate Triles supporter whilst I was perusing fanfiction and YouTube for any Triles goodies when I kept seeing your pseudonym “Amethyst Beloved” everywhere! I just wanted to commend you for being such an incredible source for all-things-Triles even for a newbie like me who’s so late into the fandom! Thank you :-)

Hello anon! Thank you so much for your kind words. The moment Miles said "Go ahead" I knew he and Tristan had my heart forever. It got me out of an eleven-year writing hiatus and even though they weren't endgame, the writers still gave us enough content to keep the flames burning in our hearts for many seasons. I'm so glad you're getting to enjoy my peak enthusiasm and even though I'm not really on Tumblr anymore, your message was a lovely surprise.

#Triles #Degrassi

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jeonqkooks · 10 months

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I'm a very very new army. So I don't know how much of a say I can really have in all this. Especially because my parents have always hated on kpop and forced me to do the same until I realized couldn't just follow their shit anymore. I started following in love with k-pop (my fav group being astro) but was wary of bts because of all the toxic fans I saw everywhere. And honestly? I found your blog one day and I realized that the entire fandom wasn't like that. I started following them and fell in love with their music. Like you said, I didn't find much depth in their english songs, (don't get me wrong they're amazing but it's not that deep, it's just a song) but I loved almost everything else. Seven was different for me. It's a great song and I like it, but it was totally unexpected even for me. From what I knew of Jungkook, I thought the song would be different. Again, I love the song, but it's just not what I expected. I feel like maybe he's tryna explore but part of me is worried that maybe he's doing it just for the western fans and to please them. I also don't know if I have a place to say all this about any k-pop group, but after what happened to Moonbin(may he rest in peice), I've just been overthinking and worrying about everything about kpop groups in general.

-🐬

during my kpop hiatus (2013-2021 lol) i did not keep up with kpop at all, like i did notttt know about what was going on during these years but i did kinda hear that bangtan stans were generally toxic and extreme. but then i crossed over to the bangtan side of tumblr and until now, i think most people here are pretty chill? at least the people i follow are chill and rational. so yeah, it's definitely not all of the fandom that's weird

but like i said, me not being into Seven is just due to my personal preference. i didn't fall head over heels in love with the song but i still enjoyed the mv and the hype surrounding it. you know how it sparked my interest in writing obs again ☺️

so yeah i mean. after today i feel like we should all learn to be more receptive to opinions that differ from our own. if you like the song, i'm happy for you, keep vibing ✨ if you don't like it, it's okay, it's not the end of the world. this is also kinda a weird point to have to make cuz this is simply just people having Opinions which should be the most normal thing in the world but i guess in the kpop sphere it's different 🤷‍♀️

#btw i cannot get over how cute the 🐬 emoji is #anon #answered

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chososhairbuns · 10 months

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wait what's up with kintsugi. i wanted to read that is there untagged shit in there too

warning for mentions of racism and weird shit regarding minors

nah afaik kintsugi was fine - i never got to read the last couple of chapters but i don't remember there being anything that made me uncomfortable. i'm more so referring to chibi's actions outside of her fics.

overall she's one of those "don't like, don't read, just block, and if you call anything out then you're being immature and condoning harassment" types. like essie, she's deactivated everywhere from twitter to tumblr to a03 (so you can't read kintsugi now even if you wanted to lmao), but the other day on tumblr, she was hopping onto posts pointing out essie's racism and weird shit wrt to minors to defend her. i had already known they were good friends so it personally wasn't too surprising to see her do that but it was still one of those "lmao ok now i know you suck too" moments.

i wouldn't be singling her out along with essie if that was all there was to it though. since the whole blowout yesterday, i've seen people talk about her own questionable behaviors, such as following minors despite claiming her account was 18+, defending people from rightful criticisms regarding racism and drawing 18+ content in front of minors, and inserting her opinions on discourse topics that she had no say in. and while i don't have a link for this, i've also heard that she had no qualms rting from r*imob artists as long as the art was good despite having it in her bio that these people shouldn't interact with her; this isn't me accusing her of being pr*ship in secret, i believe her claims that she's uncomfortable with that shit, but she definitely was very "it's okay if you ship this, it's just not for me!!" about it.

i'm not particularly interested in comparing her against essie and determining if she's "just as bad" but in some ways they were definitely um… birds of a feather? this is a bit of an afterthought admittedly but supposedly she also had a habit of throwing tantrums when faced with criticism, even if she came across as a generally nicer person.

and believe me i liked kintsugi when i first discovered it, perhaps even loved it. if you asked me a few months ago what my fic recs were for the fandom i probably would have included it. BUT i also have a very limited amount of patience for 30+-year-old white woman bullshit and she's run out. i've said that i won't hold it against those who simply didn't know or were too scared to say anything, but announcing that you're going on an indefinite hiatus from fandom activities before quietly deactivating and running away is not it. because all that tells me is that chibi isn't sorry at all.

#ask #trusted mutuals lmk if i should tag this as anything i know i've been kinda loud about this lately #but also i do think people should know about this since all the information coming out has been confined mostly to twitter #afaik she's the only one in essie's inner circle to run away without addressing anything which imo says loads #and i won't elaborate on this because this isn't my story to tell but there are people who i sympathize with a lot more #who are willing to face things head on

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 7 months

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{hey you guys probably don't know this but i have more ocs outside of the bone gang and the other guys i've mentioned (mythos!tricky the clown) / shown (the amoguses). i do. i hate this!*}

{my mind is full of people that i can't get outta there. none of them pay rent except for the tyrant °^°}

{anyway this post is about the greatknight, a.k.a. the big scary hunk'a metal i showcased like. week or so ago. maybe three. idk man i have had Zero flow for the bone gang recently.}

{more shit under the Read more, as always.}

{okay so the greatknight, right? you guys probably aren't hounding at the fuckin' bit to know anything about him unless you are my closest friend ever - and even then they're banished to the wizard realm rn so i can't talk to them about him-}

{look he lives in a castle. big black one. all dark and menacing, like a good villain should be. (yeah he's a villain, sorry for not telling you sooner.) and as a good villain, he's been alive for god damn centuries - hell, eons, if i count right}

{he once started life as this guy. some dude. a fella, even. he was a kid. grew up to become a hired sword* - a mercenary, you get him to do a thing for ya and you pay him for his troubles. if you didn't pay? you'd never see him again, as he'd not want anything to do with you. wasn't a fan of free labor - still isn't.}

{in his advanced ages, - like, forty, forty-five, - pre-greatknight even managed to marry a pretty lady! a charismatic and kind soul, even for the ages that they come from. she saw something in the pre-greatknight that he didn't see in himself and said 'alright. you. ring.'.}

{they were happy for a time. a long time. about ten or so years, before The Incident.}

{this is where the pre-greatknight started to mold into his current-day form. after The Incident, the pre-greatknight decided that he wanted to become a recluse, go be alone until he dies. unfortunately, while he was out searching for his hermit home, he got lethally ambushed by a buncha heroes who mistook him for a villain due to his appearance at the time.}

{blood spurted from damn well everywhere it could. the pre-greatknight felt his bones crack with every movement. he had an hour left in him, if he played his cards right.}

{however... well, shit works out. as every good villain needs an origin story of sorts, this one involves skeletons finding the pre-greatknight leaning against a tree and accepting his fate. one o' them figured 'ay, we's built this cool suit o' armor. think we can make 'im trade that 'umanity o' his for it?'. the other seven agreed with this rambunctious idea.}

{and wouldn't ya guess it, they patched him up and replaced what blood he lost with some fresh stuff. one of the skeletons popped the question, and the pre-greatknight went for it. 'oh, cool suit of armor? 'n' all i gotta do is stop being human? fuck it.', was probably what he said then if i had to guess.}

{anyway, an eternal thanks from both sides later, and the Greatknight was born. (so now i can stop typing pre-greatknight. yay!)}

{of course, this is not the greatknight good and proper, this is just base-level greatknight, what with his mercenary know-how and human-level knowledge. since he was ambushed by heroes, he figured 'fuck it, we ball' and became a villain. he left his home-village to find an excellent plot of land that would house his future bloodwoods.}

{fast forward like a shitload of eons because i am rapidly losing steam, he built his blood army, cultivated the bloodwoods, and made a name for himself as one of the toughest villains you'd meet. yadda yadda. here he is.}

{/// NO IMAGE ATTACHED ///}

{the greatknight's still around, of course. if you want to rack your head about what his name is, what he looks like under his helmet, what happened to his wife, or even what race he is - theory craft! go for it! god knows i can't fucking figure it out and i'm the lore guy here!}

{anyway. enjoy yaselves. i'm gonna go on a friggin hiatus and reblog more shit. maybe play the division 2 a bit more. right now though (1:46 AM at the time of writin') i gotta tend to my cat so she doesn't wake up the entire house - she's in heat. can't help herself.}

{weeeeeeeee}

[*i want to get their designs onto paper but i can't draw for shit and i am incredibly stubborn about drawing on paper. one of these days i'm just gonna say fuck it and train myself] [**hired gun, w/o the gun]

#the bloodwoods gang

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lunima · 4 years

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Guess who’s finally working on her book. . .

it ME.

#out.#that being said i'm still on hiatus everywhere #tumblr just... isn't fun rn #i'm probably just burnt out and need a long break but ye #I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT THINGS AND I STILL WANT TO RP #but i'm working on other things atm #so eventually my ass will be back #but i'm not gonna force myself to write here until i'm really feeling it u know #and until i have ezra's story hammered out in better detail #I HOPE U ALL ARE WELL I LOVE U THANK U FOR BEING PATIENT #catch me on disco or on rey in the meantime #also my personal / stan twit are available uwu

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snowlovespie · 2 years

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More Than Words

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch(mentioned), Jody Mills(mentioned)

Summary: Sometimes, when you don't know how to say it, you let actions be your voice.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, implied sexy stuff, blood and gore (?) I don't know, let me know if I’m forgetting something.

Words count: 3.8k (Sorry *sigh* I-I can explain)

A/N: This was written for @jay-and-dean Jay’s 3k Celebration. Congratulations again Jay, you're simply amazing, and you really deserve all the love!!! I chose Sam as my third character, and my prompts were "Someone is naked" - “You said that 3 times already, I get it.” I hope you'll like it!! So, here's the thing. This is my first FanFic in 10 years (super long hiatus) and the very first one in English, so, please have mercy 😅 I'm not gonna lie, that was hard, and I thought several times "I'm insane or what?", but I consider this one my 'out-of-the-comfort-zone fiction', so it was really worth a try. A special thank you to the amazing @libre1rose8 for being my beta, and a costant and incredible support for my insecure a*s.

Please tell me what you think about it.

It was supposed to be an easy work, just an ordinary case of Shifters in a small town in South Dakota, and they planned to get it done in no more than two days, 3 at most. Get over there, take those fuckers out, go home. Easy and quick.

But in the hunting life, especially the Winchesters’, nothing has ever been easy and quick, so why should it have been an exception that time?

Two new hunts popped up in the same town, a Wraith' case, and cherry on top, Ghouls. And those suckers were the toughest ones.

Everything had required 3 more intense days of interrogations, research, lack of sleep and an inevitable increase in stress level.

3 hunts in a row, and to say it was a massacre is an understatement.

Heading to the Impala, to finally drive back to the motel, Dean checked that no one was seriously injured.

Sam reassured him that aside from a few bruises and a couple of scratches, he was fine "Extremely tired, but happy it's all over" he stated before getting into the car. Y/N though, didn't say a word, heavy breathing due to the adrenaline still pumping through her system.

But as soon as Dean approached Y/N, he couldn't help but notice her clothes were soaked in blood, so he reached for her hand, cocking his head to get her attention.

"Hey, are you okay?" his voice firm and full of concern.She snorted, biting her lips, trying to avoid his gaze.

Worried, Dean placed a finger under her chin, slightly lowering himself . "Hey, Y/N, look at me, are you hurt?" he asked, not missing how she looked everywhere but him.

"I-I'm fine" she said with a trembling voice, pulling her face away from his grip.

He shook his head, not convinced from her words. He knew her well enough by now to know when she was lying. "No, you’re not fine, you’re sure far from being fine, you're covered in blood, you’re shaking, an-" he tried, increasing a little his hold on her hand.

"Not my blood, ok? You happy? let's go now" she spat, finally looking at him straight in the face.

Dean flinched at her words, eyes widening in astonishment by her unexpected reaction. "Happy? What's that supposed to mean? What the hell are you talking about?" he tried once more, frowning in confusion.

"Forget it! I'm fine, now let's get the hell out of here" she released herself from his grip, stepping away from him.

He grabbed Y/N' arm, turning her to face him, preventing her from getting into the car “We're not leaving until you tell me what's wrong” he stated firmly.

Before she could argue back, Sam called them, his voice coming from the front seat, trying to catch their attention "Guys, are we going or what?”

Dean didn't even give a glance in his brother's direction, his eyes fixed on Y/N's "We're not done yet." he stated, finally loosening his grip.

She tugged her arm away from him "Yes, we are" she said, climbing into the back seat, slamming the door behind her.

Sam gave them a brief look as they both took their place into the car "You guys okay?" he asked, not missing the obvious tension between them.

"Yeah, I’m fine, peachy! What about you, Y/N?" Dean asked sarcastically, giving her a quick look through the rearview mirror as starting the car.

Y/N huffed, closing her eyes for a moment "Dean please, stop it. Don't go there" she warned him.

Sam frowned "Uhm, ok, could someone just tell me what's going on? What did I miss?" he asked.

"No clue, man, just ask her...and good luck!" Dean shrugged, shaking his head, looking at the road ahead.

Y/N sighed in exhaustion "You really want to talk about it? Fine, let's talk then." she said before Sam have time to say anything. “I told you something was wrong, but as always you go with your plan, not giving a damn shit on what others say.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief, "Oh, wow, are you even serious? So now it’s my fault if this hunt didn't go as expected?” hands tightening more and more on the steering wheel.

"Of course not, I’m not saying that, but I asked you to wait and don't go on with your martyr complex." she sighed, looking at him.

His eyebrows twitched into a frown "Wait? Wait for what? I saw a chance and I took it as I always do" he shrugged.

"A chance? A chance to die faster? Jesus, Dean, we were outnumbered and could’ve ended up really bad. You were reckless, and of course you just couldn't wait to use the new 'toy' Ketch lent us, without even know how to use it a-" she said, air quoting, trying to make a point.

Dean sighed, cutting her off "Oh my God, there she goes. I knew it. Still with that thing. You just can't drop it, huh, Y/N? "

"Guys, please, can we just- " Sam tried, seeing that the mood in the car was heating up, but they didn't even listened to him, completely ignoring his attempt.

"No, I can't, because you hurried in that damn house, using a strange gun without even know how it works. What if you'd been hurt? That thing could have blown up in your face. Do you even think about yourself once in a while, Dean?" she swallowed hard, only thinking about that possibility.

Dean’s eyes widened in disbelief "Geez! I swear, sometimes you’re so overdramatic. A strange gun? Really? C’mon Y/N, it's a fucking rifle, an awesome one I'd say, it blew those freaks heads off. We were caught off guard and that thing saved our asses, so what's the matter?”

"Guys, please stop!" Sam tried, hoping this time to stop them before things got worse.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief "An awesome one?!? Are you serious? A weapon is not a toy, especially a new one you don't know anything about and yo-" she tried to say, before Dean cut her off, roaring.

"Jesus Christ, you said that 3 times already, I get it! And before you say anything, NO, I had no idea that thing' impact would end in a ghoul shower. You may think I was thoughtless all you want, but I did what I had to do, and I won't apologize because all I could think of was getting this fucking hunt done and get our asses home safe and sound. We're fine and that's all that matter, so now stop making me feel like I don't know how to do my job." he shouted out.

"DEAN!" Sam scolded looking at his brother "Stop! Both of you! Please guys, we’re all exhausted, this hunt kicked us right in the ass. And Dean, Y/N was just worried, I was too. Everything went wrong, but” he sighed “The worst is passed and we're fine, so let's just try to relax now." Dean quickly glanced at his brother, clenching his jaw he brought his gaze back to the road, deciding it was best not to add more.

Y/N opened her mouth a couple of times, trying to say something, but tiredness and all those emotions she was overwhelmed with, kept her silent. Shifting on the seat a little, she passed a finger over the misted glass, fixing her eyes on the road. The sun had long set, the road barely brightened by the dim glow of the streetlights that lined it, which increased as they got closer to the downtown area. Sam's words echoed in her mind, and they were what kept her mind away from the worst, different scenarios.

As the time passed by, the silence inside the Impala became almost deafening.

When Dean dared to briefly look through the rearview mirror, he saw Y/N chewing her bottom lip, probably an attempt to hold back the tears that, no matter how much she tried, run down her cheeks. His heart ached at the sight.

He knew her long enough to know there was way more behind those tears. He knew she wasn't crying because of his words or a stupid weapon, and at the source of those tears there was another feeling. He knew what it was because he had experienced himself first. Fear.

He swallowed the big lump in his throat, hating to see her like that. Hating ever more having let the stress of the last few days take over his nerves.

Patting on Sam's shoulder, he pointed at his tapes box under the dash. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. He turned the radio on and as soon as the melody began to fill the silence, Y/Nbegan sniffing.

All the emotions she was trying to hold back were released, and a muffled sob came out of her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw that Sam was about to say something, and stopped him with a hand. "No" he said, shaking his head.

Dean wanted to say something himself. Anything. Maybe put his hand on her knee, even for a brief moment, just to letting her know he was there. Or even stop the car in the middle of the road, reaching her into the back seat and holding her tightly in his arms, making her feel safe. But he didn't. Because it wasn't how she worked, so he did the one thing he knew she needed. He gave her time.

When they finally got to their motel room, Y/N couldn't wait another minute and turning around, she faced Dean, who was right behind her. "Dean, I'm sorry, I-I just-" she said with a trembling voice.

Not giving her time to finish the sentence, he pulled her into his arms.

"Dean, no, I have pieces of stuff I've never seen before, everywhere. I'm gross." she said, trying to push him away.

He smiled, hugging her tighter "I don't care, let's be gross together.”

As his arms wrapped her, the well- known feeling of warmth and protection that only Dean could make her feel, overwhelmed her.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been a pain in the ass in the past few days, but..." she squeezed him tightly, pulling up with her nose.

Dean rested his chin on top of her head, slowly running a hand up and down her back "Shh that’s okay sweetheart, I'm right here. I got you!”

"I'm so, so sorry I reacted like that, it's just-" she said without looking into his eyes, slowly shaking her head and swallowing the big lump in her throat "I know how hunting dynamic works, but when we were caught off guard I-"

Dean cupped her face, slightly lifting her chin "Hey, hey, shh look at me, pretty girl"

Y/N did as told, sniffing, her eyes still teary.

"There's she is, my beautiful girl" he gave her the sweetest of smiles, brushing some tears away from her face. "Now listen to me, I know why you reacted that way, I know you baby, and I get it! I was scared too, trust me, sweetheart. I really was. And you know what? I'm also pissed, I mean, this hunt has been a living hell. C’mon, this town turning into a freaks’ magnet just on these days? Just our luck!” he scoffed. “You were right, maybe I acted without thinking, but I just wanted to end it quickly and get home in time, because that’s not how I had planned spending our anniversary. But we're fine and that's all that matters." he sighed.

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat and then start to pound so hard in her chest, she thought he could hear it. She smiled as new tears streamed down her face "Oh, Dean, I l-" she paused, swallowing "I thought with all the chaos of these last few days you-"

He leaned his forehead on hers, looking into her eyes "That I'd forgotten about it? Nah, no way! 3 years and counting"

Sam smiled, clearing his throat to get their attention “Uhm, I'll let you guys taking a shower or whatever, I'm gonna grab us dinner."

"The diner is a few minutes down the road, let's g-" said Dean, looking at his brother, pulling the car keys out of his pocket.

"No, no, no Dean, wait!" Sam stopped him "You’re both covered in blood and gore, I mean, you've bits of ghouls still hanging out of your hair."

Dean shrugged, removing a piece of something from Y/N's hair "We can use the baby wipes I've in the car" he said nonchalantly, but Y/N slapped his arm.

"Seriously guys, please just get in the shower, you smell like roadkill" Sam stated, crinkling his nose.

Rolling his eyes, Dean tossed him the keys, watching him leaving the room.

He turned to look at Y/N with a mischievous smile "Well, he's probably right" shrugging he lifted her up on his shoulder, lightly smacking her butt cheek, causing a small yelp from her.

She giggled holding onto his shirt "Dean, what the hell?". He smirked, heading to the bathroom.

Under the warm and steamy shower, they immediately felt relief flow through every fiber of their bodies, soothing their sore muscles, letting the water wash away all dirt and the tension.

"So tell me about our anniversary" said Y/N, her back pressed against his chest, a hand resting on his stubbled jaw.

Dean smiled, spreading soft kisses on her temple "I had planned to take you on a date, a winter drive-in night staged not too far from home" he explained "Burgers and fries, a couple of beers" his hands traveled to reach every inch of her wet, velvety skin, savoring every curve of that body he would've never ceased to cherish with his fingers, his mouth, his own soul, and with everything in him.

A soft moan escaped Y/N's lips as Dean's hands gently cupped her breasts, slowly circling his fingertips around her nipples. "What movie would've we watched?" she whispered, arching her back at the feeling.

"No idea, who cares? We were going to make out the whole time, anyway" he murmured, gently taking her earlobe between his teeth.

Y/N bit her lips, feeling his growing erection against her lower back "Sounds good, so romantic."

He slipped an arm around her waist, his big, warm hand, flat on her lower belly "Yeah? Do you like it? Just me and you, food, a movie, ending the night with me balls deep inside you for hours?"

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his words “Aww yeah, like I said, so romantic. Such a poet my handsome man is."

“I know, right? You're pretty lucky, girl” he chuckled.

She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed into his broad chest "Oh, I really am." she smiled hearing him humming. They kept losing themselves in each other's arms, sharing kisses, touches and every kind of attentions they needed, till they were satisfied... and till the water got cold.

"Finally, I thought you'd been kidnapped," Dean growled as Sam entered the room, an hour later, holding a plastic bag that his older brother was quick to snatch from his hand.

Dean placed the takeout bag on the nightstand, pulling the small white boxes out of it, frowning when he saw nothing but salad and healthy stuff in there. "Sam, there's only rabbit food here, I'm not eating this crap, what the hel-"

Lifting his head to look at his brother, he noticed that the door was open and Y/N was gone.

He was so focused on digging into the bag’ content, he didn't see Y/N smile at Sam, lightly squeezing his arm, gaining a little smirk in return, before leaving the room.

“Where is she?” he asked his brother, approaching the doorway. Sam shrugged, holding a smile "I don't know, man, why don't you go find out?" Dean looked at him, lifting his eyebrows, "What the fu-" "Dude, just go out there" his little brother interrupted him, smirking.

Shaking his head in confusion, Dean reached the Impala.

He frowned, noticing both of baby' front doors open, Y/N on the passenger seat, settling something.

"Babe, what are you doi-" he asked, getting closer.

He didn't quite end his sentence, what he saw gave him all the answer he needed.

On baby's front bench were boxes of food, two beers and a blanket, Y/N's laptop placed on the dashboard.

"Oh, sweetheart," he scratched the back of his head, sighing.

"I know it's not the same thing, but we won't give up our date" Y/N explained, smiling at him.

Dean shook his head, sitting into the car "That’s perfect. God, I lo-" he paused, swallowing "I-Iove it. I was supposed to be the one doing something special for you, on our day, but..."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She cupped his face, gently rubbing his bone cheeks with her thumbs "Dean, you do special things for me every day, for three years now. You've given me a home, a family, you make me breakfast almost every day, never miss to put extra bacon on my plate, I mean, bacon!" Seeing him blush, she leaned, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead "You give me the late night rides, just me, you and baby, on those nights full of bad dreams or bad thoughts. You put on 'Patience' in the car earlier, just to make me feel better, and these are just some of the special things you do for me, and I-"

Not waiting any longer, Dean kissed her, softly at first and then deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into her mouth, searching for hers. He let that kiss be the voice to all the love he felt for her, but couldn't put into words.

"Happy 3 years of us, sweetheart" he whispered, slowly breaking the kiss. He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks growing warmer "So, what are we watching?"

"No idea, who cares? We're going to make out the whole time, anyway." she shrugged.

He chuckled, taking a huge bite of his own burger "Interesting. So, if we go with the original plan, that means we're going to end up with me bal-"

"No Dean, you're not banging me in the same room where Sam is sleeping" she stated chewing some fries.

He nodded, tilting his head to one side, pouting, "Oh, you'll change your mind”

They spent the night enjoying their special date, both aware in the life they led, that moments like that, were never to be taken for granted. But they were lucky after all, because from time to time they managed to have something normal. Nights with no monsters, no hunts, no deaths. Just the two of them talking, laughing... and making out.

It was early afternoon when they were ready to leave. Standing in the motel parking lot with their back resting against one side of the Impala, the boys were waiting for Y/N to join them, so they could finally go home.

"Yeah, we'll be there in about three hours. Are you sure it-" she smiled nodding "Ok, thanks. Bye!"

Hearing her voice, Dean turned, seeing her closing the door of the room that had hosted them the last few days. He watched her hang up the phone, putting it back in her pocket, her bag in her other hand, one eye barely closed because of the sunlight. When their gazes met, she gave him that smile. The one smile that caused his heart to beat erratically.

"Everything okay?" he leaned in, gently pecking her lips, taking her bag, putting it in the trunk.

"Yeah, that was Jody asking about the case. She said sorry, but work got her stuck, and she couldn't come over to backing us up. I told her about the hunt, about how rough it was, how exhausted we are aand…” she paused looking at them both.

Dean lightly shook his head, raising an eyebrow "And?" encouraging her to continue.

"And since Sioux Falls is on our way home, AND, since she wouldn't mind having some company” she shrugged ”Well, we're dining at Jody's"

Sam smiled softly, patting his brother's shoulder "Thanks Y/N, tonight we're finally eating something that is gonna tastes like real food"

"Oh, I also told her we're going to stop by to get two extra chickens and if she could make her special recipe" she added.

Dean' eyes sparkled with happiness at her words, and a smile brightened his entire face "Wait, chicken? Th-the one with beans and potatoes? That chicken?”

It was that priceless look on their faces, one of the things she loved most about them. They were always so excited and so grateful about the little things. The thought of how something like a homemade meal could make two warriors, two heroes, her heroes, happy as little kids ready to unwrap their presents on Christmas' day, would never cease to melt her heart.

“Yeah baby, that chicken” she said, giggling.

Dean cupped her face, crushing his lips to hers, smiling into the kiss “Sweetheart, you’re amazing, I l-“ he swallowed, giving her another quick kiss, stopping himself from saying more.

Y/N couldn't help but shiver. "You're welcome, babe" she hummed against his lips, feeling goosebumps covering her skin at his words, doing her best to keep her heart at bay.

Sam chuckled at his brother enthusiastic reaction. "Ok, let's go, then"

"Sammy could you..." Dean nodded towards the backseats. His little brother gave him a thumbs up "Got it"

Dean handed Baby's keys to Y/N, winking at her, heading to the passenger seat.

Y/N looked at the keys, then at him, lifting an eyebrow "W-what does it mean?"

"You drive," he winked at her.

Her eyes widened, jaw almost fell to the ground "I'm sorry, w-what?" she asked, sure of having misheard.

Dean opened the car door without getting in "Yes, you drive!" he smirked.

She looked at him, swallowing, her eyes shining with emotions. Dean never let anyone drive his beloved Impala, not even Sam was allowed to get behind the wheel.

And yet… To all the silent 'I love yous' he had ever said to her, that one was the loudest.

"Hey, Dean?" she called out before opening the car door. He looked up, waiting for her to speak.

She smiled, biting her lips " Me too!" "I didn't say anything!" he shook his head, looking at her in confusion.

"Yes, you did" she nodded, grinning. He blushed, clearing his throat as getting into the car.

Three years and still no I love you, well not verbally. For a lot of people, it might seem weird. Someone might even think there wasn't enough love there. Truth is, they loved each other so damn much. They just had other ways to say it. Because sometimes actions, even the simple ones, means more than words.

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angelinthefire · 2 years

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It occurred to me that I should share the Purgatory hiatus fic blog.

I've said before that spn/deancas fandom is more fun now than it was back in the day, much better vibes all around, much less contentious environment.

But there was one period that I think was uniquely special and genuinely fun. I'm talking about the Purgatory hiatus, after season 7 and before season 8.

So, season 7 was hell. It was the worst. It was just struggling to stick with the show, clinging to the hope that Cas would return, while bibros were being aggressively shitty towards Cas and Cas fans. Like, it was war, on the few message boards that still existed, in comment sections, on Tumblr. It was deeply unfun, the only thing keeping casgirls and hellers going was hope and determination.

And then Cas did return. And 7x17 had the trench coat scene, and the "Turn Into Earth" sequence, and it was fantastic. But we could not breathe a sigh of relief, not yet. Because Misha was very much not confirmed to return for season 8. Everyone was still stressed out. Fans sent feathers to the network.

Then the season 7 finale airs. There's the scene by the impala, where Dean forgives Cas, and that was crazy-making (istg there was a moment where I thought Cas was going to tell Dean he loved him in that scene). And then. The whole thing ends with Dean and Cas. Stuck in Purgatory together.

After a whole season of Cas being out of the picture, and of Dean and Cas' relationship being fraught, they were stuck together, in the monster afterlife. Not only was it a terrific opportunity for their relationship to develop, but there was this neat new realm to play around in. After months of being starved, we were fed.

And there was an explosion of creativity in the fandom. Pic fics and tag fics were everywhere. You know how there's the joke now about non-spn fans getting annoyed about people tagging their unrelated posts with supernatural and destiel? Back then, what would happen is that an aesthetic blog would post a vaguely creepy photo of some trees or something, and a heller would come along and write an entire ficlet in the tags, and then it would take off on destiel tumblr (but at the time you couldn't see tags in your notifications so no one complained, lol). It was so much fun, everyone was vibing and being artsy, and it was great. It was an experience.

Which is all to say, if you, as newer fan, are curious about what that was like, I had a side-blog where I reblogged as much of the fic as I could find. @wanderingthroughpurgatory . If you want to go chronologically, start here.

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george-fabian-weasley · 3 years

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if we had 5 more minutes — f. w.

Summary: You thought you could save Fred from the rumbles of falling stones; you did your best, only to be in the rumbles with him instead.

Words: 2,160 words

Warnings ⚠ : ANGST, TW: Death, TW: Battle of Hogwarts, TW: war, TW: injuries, Fred died, you died, big Pain™, I strongly suggest tissues and a dozen of comfort chocolates, I cried so you will too, Basically An Emotional Rollercoaster, Read At Your Own Risk

Disclaimer: inspired by Billie Eilish's cover of The End of The World, so... ya'll know this is going to be a painful ride. Buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy. Reblogs and Comments are Highly Appreciated! <3 p/s: reading this with the song at the background really helps with the tear pouring effect ;)

Disclaimer 2.0: i know what yall are thinking... what tf is syaf doing, posting a fic when she’s in a hiatus she just posted yesterday? Also where is mad hatter chap 5 and epilogue? well, my brain likes to conjure up ideas at very inappropriate times (like rn) so bare with me and uh i’ve been really physically and mentally exhausted from work (retail is bathshit crazy) to write the mad hatter series so idk when will i update the two chapters but i’m working on it! thank you for being patient, and im sorry for causing you guys to wait for so long, ilysm don’t kill me <3

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The end of the world.

The Battle of Hogwarts looked like the end of the world. Curses and spells thrown left to right, different kinds of bodies found at each corner and crook, walls here and there crumbling as down as hope for freedom. And blood.

At that point of time, the pools of blood on the floor look the same; pureblood or not. Because they bleed the same anguish red.

You didn't need to see the apocalypse of the world anymore. Screw the end of Mother Earth; this battle in front of your eyes was more than enough — sadly — to be your end of the world.

“Hey,” You called, causing Fred to turn his head around to your direction, his lips etched up a smile before replying with another hey. You sat next to him, the place where George had sat before he got up and left to speak with Professor Lupin.

Evil is winning, and good is losing. But then again, what difference would it make; if good kills as many as evil? At the end of the world, there is no good and evil alone. There are desperation, madness, and hunger for power, lust for victory brought along with them.

So, at the end of the world, you chose to be side by side with your lover, Fred Weasley. The red-headed dork you’ve taught yourself to pour your love into had become the very source of your life. He is your elixir, he is your soul, heart, and happiness.

It was silent for a while, none of you had anything to say. Yet the silence was comforting, with only the presence of each other as calming as it is. “Y/N,” Fred suddenly turned his head to you, biting his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm?” “Can you just stay at the Burrow?”

You blinked, “What?” Fred sighed, “Can you just stay at the Burrow right now and not join the war? I- I don’t want you to join in-” “Fred-” “I-It’s dangerous and it’s literally a war a-and I don’t want you to get hurt I would- I would rather die than have you hurt-”

“Fred!” You raised your voice, your hand clasping onto his securely, an effort to calm his frenzied thoughts. He stopped rambling and stared at you with those doe eyes you adored so much, “You know I can’t do that.”

“We need everyone on board for this war. I am no exception- bloody hell, even your parents are joining in, Freddie!” You tried to explain slowly, and Fred closed his eyes in denial of defeat.

“I love you,” he suddenly blurted out. He noticed the slight fluster you had, your eyebrows were raised for a millisecond before they furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you saying this now? I-“ “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated himself and you shook your head, realizing what he was doing, “Wait, hold on a minute, no-“

He was saying it in case anything happens.

“Y/N, I love you-” “Don’t you dare say it one more time like you’re not gonna make it, Fred Weasley, I swear to Merlin,” You cut him off, your jaw clenching at his absurdness. “… Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Fred asked, his voice was small.

“I-” You sighed, “No, I won’t because I don’t want to say it right now, given the circumstances,” You paused, your voice quieting down, “It felt like a goodbye when you say it like that.” “Then when will you say it? We’ve been dating for almost a year and you'd never say it before,” He said.

“Really? This is the time to argue about this?” You gave him a pointed look, but your expression softened as you understood the meaning behind his actions. “Look, Freddie, I- You know how I feel about us,” You sighed, looking down at your hands on your lap, “You know I’m not that expressive with my words but- but I’m trying and- okay, let’s make a deal,” Fred’s ears perked up the mention of a deal. "I'm listening," he drawled.

“I’ll say the words when the war is over,” Fred gave you a sour look that clearly said ‘really?’ and it caused you to huff a smile, “Once everything is over, and everything is okay again, I’ll say them as many times as you want me to, okay?” Fred leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek with your hand, kissing his forehead.

“Even if I made you say it a thousand times?” He asked and you chuckled, your heart warming at his childlike question, “I’ll say it for an hour if you asked me to.”

It happened so fast.

One second you were fighting off the Death Eaters with Percy and Fred, and then the other, you find your body aching at the major pressure from the rocks and debris that used to be Hogwarts’ protective wall from the outside world.

It was dark, and it was dusty, but you were too unconscious to notice. That was until you felt your cheek being patted a few times. As you gained consciousness with a cough or two, you also gained the pending pain spreading all across your whole body. You couldn’t feel your legs, or safe to say your whole lower body part.

Memories of you a few moments ago trying to push Fred away from the rumbles but ended up facing the falling stones head-on with him instead began to flow back into your mind. How foolish could you be to act like a hero, as if you could sacrifice yourself for him to live.

“… Y-Y/N…”

You turned your head with a silent grunt, and your eyes fixate at the body beside you, a few feet away, Fred.

He had blood leaking from his nose and ears, probably from the impact, and his face was dusty with debris from the stones. As he looked at you, he threw you a smile; a weak, hiding the fact that he’s in immense pain kind of smile.

“F-fancy seeing you here,” he grunted with a wince, a smile nevertheless rested on his lips. “Fred…” you could only mutter his name, closing your eyes for a brief second at the growing pain on your thighs. The pressure from the rumbles had slowly increased, and you felt yourself losing consciousness again. Only to be brought back to open your eyes as Fred poked your cheeks a few more times, “Hey, hey, s-stay with me, love.”

“We’ll… We’ll be okay.”

You winced at the trickling sensation on your skin as you tried to move your fingers towards him, “It’s… It’s impossible, Fred…” You voiced out, your voice cracking up. You saw Fred’s lips quivered before he threw you another comforting smile, “Don’t… Don’t say that. We’ll make it… I-I know we will.”

“We… We will?”

Groaning from the injuries on his body as he tried to move closer to you, he nodded, “We will.”

You felt his fingers trying to reach for yours, and you handed him assistance as you hooked your fingers with his. His hand was cold, trembling. But it was Fred’s. And Fred’s hand is always warm.

“It’s… It’s so heavy,” You whimpered in pain, looking at Fred for comfort. All Fred wished to do at the moment was to be strong enough. Strong enough to push off these rumbles pressing onto his body. Strong enough to pull you out from the pain. All he wished for was for you to not be in pain anymore. But he knew he couldn’t do anything. The rumbles were too big, too heavy, and it would take a while for anyone to find them at the bottom of everything.

Fred breathed out heavily through his mouth, slowly finding it difficult to breathe through his nose anymore, trying his best to look strong for you, “Stay with me, love. S-stay with me. Five more minutes. F-five more minutes and they’ll- they’ll save us…”

“Fred…”

“Five more minutes, I promise…”

You saw the desperation in his eyes, trying his best to somehow keep you afloat until you two are saved. You heard muffles from the other side, Percy screaming for Fred and you. His screams were sad and painful to hear; you would’ve cried for him if it wasn’t for the constant high-pitched ringing in your ears.

“Fred, h-hold my hand. P-please,” You whispered, finding no more strength to say anything louder than a whisper. He instantly intertwined your fingers with his, stretching as far as he could to reach you; no matter how screeching the pain in his lower body was.

“Fred,” You called him again. He chuckled a bit, “You’re… you’re saying my name a lot of times right now, darling.” You huffed a smile, the corner of your lips twitched, “… I want to ask you something.”

“… Anything.”

Your eyes met his, even in the darkness, his eyes still managed to look so beautiful. So earthly beautiful. “… Are you happy, Freddie?”

There was something about the way you say it, Fred couldn’t get a touch of what it was but… it felt like a goodbye. As much as Fred hated to admit, he wasn’t holding on much longer either. He was bleeding heavily from everywhere, his wand was out of his reach, and his body was starting to numb. His vision began to blur by itself, hence he blinked his eyes repeatedly. Trying his best to see your features clearly, one last time, if the worst happens.

This is it, he thought. This is the end of my line.

Finding an urge to cry, but didn’t have enough strength to sob, Fred let out a tear or two onto the dusty surface he laid his head on, his eyes closing after the content stare of your beautiful— though bloody and dusty— face. How ironic, he’s slipping away first even though he was the one who said five more minutes.

If only you had five more minutes.

“W-with… With you? Heh, always… “ The whisper coming out from his mouth caused you to narrow your eyes at him. It felt strange, it felt wrong. Was he saying goodbye? Watching Fred close his eyes was alarming, so you gained all your strength to pat his hand a few times, “H-hey, Freddie… Five more minutes. Hang… Hang on for five more minutes, please.”

You squeezed his hand, and he naturally squeezed back, only this time it was weaker than usual. His grip on your hand started to soften, but you tightened yours desperately. The pain all over your body was partially forgotten, your only focus was on keeping Fred breathing and alive, as well as yourself.

“I’m… I’m trying, my love… but I’m sleepy… and tired…” he mumbled, his words became slurred by time. He was on the edge, you realized that. Upon the sad realization, you bit your tongue, trying your best to prepare for the worst. “L-look at me, darling,” Your voice quivered, feeling the sandy surface on your temple as you tried to force your eyes open, to properly look at him, “Look at me.”

You knew it. He was slipping away from your fingers, and you were slipping too. It didn’t matter anymore even if Percy bulldozed his way to you now, it was too late. Simply too late. And that’s none of his faults. It’s none of his and none of yours.

Some things are just meant to be.

You took your other hand and placed it onto his cold, dirty cheek. Caressing his cheekbone gently, you gave him a comforting smile, “Fred.”

He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. He’s at the end, you acknowledged. You widen your smile to assure him, although the tears escaping your eyes say otherwise, “… You make me happy. You make me so so happy. And I… I love you.”

“I love you, Freddie.”

With a big smile, Fred widened his eyes weakly, letting out a sigh of content as he looked at you with gentle eyes,“… Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?“

Gentle eyes that soon hollowed empty.

“Yeah,” the dam of your tears broke down, “Took me a long time...” You squeezed his now lifeless hand, trying to find comfort and warmth from him for the last time. You smiled at Fred, whilst tears rolling down your temple slowly as if mourning the passing of your lover for you. You inched closer to him, careful not to graze your injuries, and met your nose with his.

You caressed his cheek, finally feeling yourself lose consciousness. This is it, you thought, I won’t wake up ever again. “You said we’ll be okay,” You whispered weakly, huffing a content smile on your lips. Staring into his eyes that had held so much love and pure unadulterated affection for you all these years, now empty with no trace of life, had sent you into pain more powerful than the injuries present on and in your body.

“I guess we will be, after this.”

“… You spent your last five minutes with me, huh?” You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness, and your vision blurring continuously, “Aren’t you a sappy git,” the mere whisper escaped your mouth with a sigh. The warm smile never left your lips, and the only thing in your mind was how peaceful he looked as of that moment, and you wondered if you’ll ever be in that state of peace, with him.

“No- no- no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! no!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them with his hand on Y/N’s head, and the pair of lovers stared at each other without seeing, the ghost of their last smile still etched upon their faces.

On our last few drags of air, we agree

I was, and you were

Happy

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heartlessfujoshi · 2 years

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hi again its filth anon!!! Was wondering if I could see some Promdyn + praise kink please, keep doing the lords work 😁

Hello!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to see this - I was on hiatus for a bit. But, hopefully this was worth the wait. :)

Title: Insanity Rating: Explicit (NSFW - Dubcon to Consensual - Stockholm Syndrome - Praise Kink - Gratuitous amounts of sex)

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“You’re such a good boy. Doing the right things to please me~. No one could ever be as good as you, Prompto.”

Sweat clung to Prompto’s body as he sat up in bed, his bedsheet falling down to pool around his hips, his lungs struggling to get the air that he desperately needed. Trying to calm himself down, he looked around the room and focused on the lamp that was off to the side, grounding him out of the sheer panic that had woken him up.

Taking a few deep breaths, he finally felt like he was normal, which was saying a lot. He reached over to turn on the lamp, wanting a little bit of light so that he could take stock on his body, to make sure there were no marks there. Marks that had been there a long time ago, that he could feel the phantom touches that would make his skin crawl at the time it was happening to him, but now - it seemed his mind was playing a cruel trick on him and making him yearn for these sadistic touches. Touches that made him nauseous and anxious. Looking down at his lap, though, it seemed his body was in a different frame of mind as his cock was hard - harder than it normally would be from morning wood.

He rubbed his face and flopped back down onto his bed. It had been close to a year since he’d escaped Ardyn’s clutches at Zegnautus Keep with his friends. He’d never told them about what he’d experienced while he’d been there - he saw no need to because he didn’t want their pity. What would they have said if he’d told him he’d been forced to do many sexual things? He was rescued and didn’t want to think about it ever again.

This was the third dream he’d had this week of his time with Ardyn, and waking up feeling like he could go through it again was alarming. He didn’t know what to make of it, as it wasn’t ever something he liked happening while it occurred. Ardyn’s voice continued to echo in his mind - the soft praises that he received whenever he did something good, the gentle touches that came with those praises. Prompto felt like he was going to be sick.

Extinguishing the light, he got up from the bed and went to his bathroom, still taking deep breaths as he tried to regulate his heart rate. “Why is this happening now?” He knew there would be no answer, but felt better saying it out loud because sometimes being alone out here wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.

Gladio and Ignis were somewhere else right now - he couldn’t remember if they were heading out to Ravanogh or if they were heading to Duscae. He was holed up at the Three Z’s in Longwythe. It was one of the only places that had a working light, and he felt better with it there as the daemons were everywhere now, thanks to the sun disappearing due to the Scourge. He pulled his phone out, and sent a text to Gladio. “When are you guys coming back?”

“Probably four to five days. Why? Is something wrong? Do you need us back sooner?”

Prompto didn’t want to tell him he was having nightmares again. It had been such a chore to get over them once they’d left Zegnautus Keep. He didn’t need his friends to worry about him again. “No, everything is ok here. See you then. Stay safe.”

“You too.”

Setting his phone down, he looked at his face in the mirror and sighed. The dark circles under his eyes were horrendous. These dreams were really starting to fuck with him. He got dressed and decided that maybe a walk around the area would help to get his mind back on his side, rather than have it fantasize about things that are supposed to make him feel awful, but then don’t.

He’s twenty feet away from the hotel when he heard the distinct sound of a footfall. Goosebumps appeared on his arms, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up stiff and tall as he knew the sound of that gait. “Go away.” He prayed that it was his mind continuing to play tricks on him, as he was in no condition to have a tête-à-tête with this person. Not right now.

“Here I thought you would be welcoming me back into your arms~.” The man who’d tortured him pychologically for too many days spoke to him as if they were the best of friends. “Or should I say, I should be welcoming you into my arms~?”

He turned to where the voice was traveling from, and saw his nemesis standing there, a smarmy grin on his face. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I don’t want any trouble. Leave me alone.”

“What brings you out on a night like this?” Ardyn kept his distance, but didn’t turn away from him. “You wouldn’t be having any sort of dreams, would you?” Prompto felt his heart stop in his chest as he stared back at him. “Or, are they nightmares? Nightmares of a time you’d like to forget about~?”

Prompto’s hand curled into a fist at his side. “This is a trick. You’re doing this on purpose. You don’t know what I dream about. You can’t know that.”

“Are you for certain?” Closing his eyes, he counted to ten in his head before opening them, and saw that Ardyn was no longer where he’d been before. A hand touched his shoulder, Prompto instantly going on high alert as he wasn’t expecting the touch. “It seems to me like you could use a release of sorts~. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, Prompto~?”

Those two simple words were like a trigger to him. He always assumed that if he were to hear them again, he would reject how they made him feel. But apparently his dreams were doing their best to convince his waking self that this was a good thing. That he could get rid of his man if he just did as he said. Perform in a way that he’d been forced to do, but this time on his own terms. As sick as that sounded.

“Why are you here?” He asked, hoping to receive a truthful answer. “Were you waiting for me?”

“I don’t need to wait for you.” The hand on his shoulder slid down to his upper arm, and then down towards his wrist where Ardyn’s thumb touched the barcode he chose to no longer hide. “I know where you are, at all times~.”

“What do you want.” It was pointless to try and escape, as he knew he wasn’t strong enough to fight Ardyn alone. He’d learned that from the countless times he’d tried to escape but somehow wound up back where he started.

The thumb on his wrist kept swiping back and forth, making his stomach roll in a way that he hated. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was so weak that he couldn’t resist how the minorly intimate touch felt to his body. “Take me back to your room. I know your body misses mine, as I miss yours terribly.”

“You’ll leave me alone after, right?”

“As long as you’re a good boy, I’ll do anything you want~.”

Prompto walked back towards his room without looking back at his former captor, knowing that Ardyn was following him. He entered his hotel room, and then turned around to face the man that haunted his dreams. Ardyn closed the bedroom door, and approached him with that same smile that made his stomach clench.

“Now, now. What should you be doing right now?” Ardyn asked, as he came to a stop in front of where he was standing. “You know better.”

It was as if no time had passed. He was back in Zegnautus Keep, stuck in the awful time loop of waiting for his friends to come and rescue him. Kneeling down, he could see Ardyn was unzipping his pants and felt his tongue grow thick in his mouth as saliva began to fill his cheeks. Once his cock was revealed to him, Prompto brought his lips to the tip and gave it a few kisses, falling back into the routine that he’d shared with this man.

Fingers pushed through his hair as he swallowed Ardyn’s cock, the touches like lightning as heat raced through his body. “That’s my favorite boy….” He moaned in response, his eyelids falling closed as he took the man’s praise at face value. “Only you know how to please me so well. Isn’t that right~?”

He gave a slow nod of his head, his body feeling like it was on fire as he worked his mouth on Ardyn’s cock. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a part of him was screaming to stop this - bite down on this man’s dick so he could no longer do any sort of psychological harm to him - but the gentle touches and caresses to his head and face were keeping that voice silent as he rode the high of praise. Prompto sucked on Ardyn’s cock with as much enthusiasm as he could, which meant to say that it was a lot as drool was spilling out of his mouth as he bobbed his head with slow, steady bobs.

“You really are the perfect lover, aren’t you~? Suck on it a little more. Let me give you what I know you really want.”

Prompto didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted this madness to end, but it seemed that that was a useless hope and one he couldn’t fight for. Bobbing his head, he increased the suction around Ardyn’s cock and began to feel his hot cum shoot down his throat, the fingers in his hair holding tight as he began to swallow it all down. It was a familiar taste, one that he hated to admit that he’d missed, as it felt good to be doing this again. It always felt good when he was a good boy for Ardyn.

Leaning back on his knees, Prompto stared up at him, panting softly. “Was that good?” He needed to hear confirmation. He craved it.

“It was better than good. Your mouth is the finest gift on Eos, my boy.” Ardyn helped him up off of his knees and pulled him towards the bed. He laid down, and felt Ardyn’s weight fall on top of him, his mind trying to argue that it needed to run but his sex-addled brain was telling him to cling to him and hold on for as long as he could. “I bet you want to feel my cock in a different part of your body now, isn’t that right, Prompto~?”

“Hhhngh…” He wanted to say no. He needed to say no, but all he could do was roll his hips, wanting Ardyn to know that he was ready for him. He’d been ready since he’d woken up from that stupid nightmare. “I want you.” Prompto whispered, hating how easy it was to say those three words, when he wanted to say ‘I hate you’ instead.

Warm fingers caressed his cock as Ardyn’s hand slipped down the front of his pants. “I can feel how hard you are. Always such a good boy for me~. You know what I want, and I know what you need. The perfect relationship.”

The worst relationship. He tried to say those words, but the hand on his cock was making him lose his mind that the thought went away as fast as it had come. Ardyn pulled his pants off, and then he was treated to his mouth on his cock, which sent Prompto soaring. Ardyn never gave him this kind of treatment when he was his captive. This was an entirely new experience, and it was making him confused, horny, and needy all at the same time.

“I want to drink your cum. Be a good boy, and let me have that.” Ardyn’s tongue licked up and down his cock, Prompto moaning loud at the insistent touches. “You’ll have my cock soon~.”

“O-Okay…” There was no point in fighting anything anymore. The praise washed over him as he began to hump Ardyn’s mouth, his fingers tightening their grip on the top of his head. It didn’t take long for him to start to come, as he was already on the edge from doing this same act to the man who was giving him the best gift. Prompto moaned, “Ardyn…” and let himself go as he felt Ardyn swallow all of his cum.

Or so he thought, but then when Ardyn put his lips against his own, he was given his own cum, the thick glob that was on Ardyn’s tongue transferred to his own. He moaned as he swallowed it, and then clung to Ardyn as he felt the tip of his cock starting to poke against his twitching hole. Something warm touched his entrance, and he felt lube being pushed into his body by way of Ardyn’s fingers. Again, this wasn’t something he was used to - Ardyn would take him without prep and he learned to deal with it. These gentle touches were too much.

Sobbing, he shook his head back and forth. “N-No….T-This isn’t right…”

“It is~.” Ardyn whispered into his ear as the fingers inside of him kept pumping at a slow rhythm. “You deserve this for being such a good boy for me~. You always know how to make me feel so good.” The fingers inside of him were taken away, and then he felt Ardyn’s cock push against his now spread hole. “It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing.”

He screamed so loud that his voice cracked as Ardyn’s cock pushed into his body. Prompto knew that he was right - he had been missing this part of their sick and twisted relationship. Now the dreams made more sense - he needed this as his body had been aching for it in a way he hadn’t realized was at all possible. Pushing his hips down, he moaned loud as Ardyn’s cock filled him up, driving him right back to that mad place that he shouldn’t be excited to return to, yet here he was, begging for more.

“Such a good boy…” The words rang in his ear as Ardyn pulled him through a full body orgasm, his mind going totally blank as he grasped onto the pleasure. “Yes, Prompto….Fall again for me…”

Prompto couldn’t stop even if he wanted to - which he didn’t. Ardyn made it too easy to return to those memories where everything felt good. The sex with Ardyn was always so mindnumbing fantastic that all he wanted to do was get taken over and over by him. And it seemed that Ardyn was on the same wavelength as him, as they both climaxed together and afterwards, an elixir was broken above Prompto’s head, putting him right back to square one with his hormones and the need to fuck more.

On his hands and knees, he screamed and yelled for Ardyn to fuck him harder, begged him to tell him he was a good boy. Over and over the praise fell into his ears as Ardyn drilled his cock home into his body, Prompto sobbing as he came over and over again. He had no idea how many times he came as he was told how good he was, Ardyn keeping him pliant with all of his praises.

Time was nonexistent. With no sunrise or sunset, Prompto stayed trapped in the bedroom with Ardyn, the sex unbelievable. He was so worn out and delirious, that he began to question if this was really happening, or if it was an elaborate dream. All the sex was making him feel complete in a way he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. He knew his friends were coming back soon, and that this had to come to an end - if it was real.

“This is real~.” Ardyn spoke low into his ear, after another intense orgasm was shared. “I will know when you need this. Don’t close yourself off to me, Prompto~. You are mine. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ardyn. I’m your good boy.” He moaned the words as Ardyn’s cock sank back into his body for the nth time that day.

He watched Ardyn get his clothes back on, and saw him walk towards the door, his mind still in a sex-enduced haze. “Are you sure this was real?” He asked, almost afraid to learn that his mind had broken completely.

“Do you want it to be real?”

“Yes.” Prompto answered with hesitation.

“I will see you soon. Be a good boy while we’re apart, and I will reward you the next time our paths cross~.” Ardyn blew him a kiss, and then was gone from his hotel room, leaving Prompto alone.

This was total madness. He knew that this was wrong on every single level, and yet - he couldn’t wait for Ardyn to return back to him, so that he could return to that undeniable haze that came about thanks to his praising words.

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aphrodite1288 · 2 years

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Hi I’m the one who sent In the ask about taemin the other day and I want to say thank u for your words ever since the news I haven’t been able to sleep I’ve been in a really bad place because I feel bad that he’s going through something I myself have been going through for years I always hate to see those who bring me comfort go through something that I go through that I wish myself that I can bring them comfort in some type of way as a jonghyun stan even

after 4 years I still feel like I fail him, that I couldn’t comfort him when he was going through a hard time, that the signs were all there but I was so blinded by the image he showed me that I didn’t see them, that I didn’t see it in his songs, his words and so it scares me, back in 2019 I had another idol who I love deeply have to go on hiatus due to anxiety (it was scoups the leader of 17) I had felt something was off for the longest about him that he was looking tired, that he was saying things that seemed like he was having it hard but again I was blinded by his smiles and the comfort he gave me that I couldn’t see his struggle and when I woke up to the news of his Hiatus I broke down because again I felt like I failed him too, months later in their tv show we were able to find out that scoups mental health was really bad to the point he was scared to go back on stage yet all I ever said was I wanted to see him perform I felt so selfish because he was struggling but I was saying how I missed him on stage while he was gone 😣 and now with taemin I missed the signs he was struggling, I missed that he was going through a hard time because he always had a bright smile on his face, he always performed like nothing was wrong but it is something is wrong I hate how I feel like me as a fan I could do more ever since jonghyun I was keeping an eye on everyone I stanned but I failed but scoups and taemin and I feel so bad

Oh honey. You didn't fail them! You don't know them in real life you don't see them everywhere all time to be able to see if something's wrong?!!!

All we see is a teeny weeny snippet of what THEY WANT US TO SEE.

You didn't fail them! They were good at acting and hiding it. I'm sure if you lived with them or knew them on a closer scale you would have noticed and done something! But you're just a fan 🤷🏻‍♀️ who lives thousands of miles away and who only communicates with them through music 🤷🏻‍♀️ and lemme tell you lyrics cannot always be accurate and relatable to someone's mental health how can you know 🤷🏻‍♀️ Ksoo always recommends us the saddest most depressing songs yet he is happy in his work life and private love life.

Even their psychiatrists and close ones failed them! Bcoz even their close ones couldn't notice! How can YOU?? A fan who watches from a screen thousands of miles away? Blame their psychiatrists and maybe their close ones! Who were not able to be there for them or notice Not you!! But sometimes suicidal ppl tend to be great actors so you can't even tell! I've known my neighbor he was so happy with his wife she was the best woman a man could get he was happy with her! The next day he took his life no one was able to grasp what happened. So sometimes you just can't know!

You can't know everything darling. I think you're being too harsh on yourself. You're not a psychic to know everything they're going through! Also you're not a professional psychiatrist to be able to diagnose their mental health and tell 💁🏻‍♀️

Sweetheart! You have to heal yourself first! You're going through a hard time yourself and you're not even trying to help yourself who's in need of You!!

How can you fix if you're broken? You can't heal if you're not healed !?

Give yourself time. And you can always Dm me if you want!, Make this blog your rant comfort Zonen make it as your punch bag or your venting area or your corner crying chair! I'm here for ya.

The Queen is here for you queen 👑💕👑✨

@Aurore✨👑👸🏻👸🏻👑✨

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Social Media Anon Here!

Firstly, never change Grumpy ;) you are probably the only person on Tumblr to LISTEN to another view and let it change a prejudice.

Secondly, the Padagram/Social Media change bus continues. Don't be fooled people will be looking at positive and negative reactions to that change on social media.

So here goes!

1. They are starting to market season 2 of Walker in Hiatus. That really doesn't happen. That means they know they need to target new viewers. They are acknowledging they have a problem. The main problem is Jared either didn't learn enough about production quality on SPN (Jensen/Misha were both more interested in behind the camera's) or that he thought he could stick a Stetson on and we all had such sh1t for brains we'd watch anything. So they need a viewer boost DESPARATELY and are going all out to (a) persuade Walkers remaining viewer(s) that it's worth sticking around and (b) get back old viewers or convert 1m+ viewers to season 2. So now we see all the cast (and Keegan has more followers than Jared and Lindsay has a VERY engaged following) trying to persuade their followers how fabulous Walker is. Expect this scrabbling to continue if they want their COVID paychecks.

2. Connected to 1, Jared has started trying to break out of the fandom bubble. I don't think he's trying for power couple (the clue in a power couple is that two FAMOUS people get together and create a super brand, here we have one niche C famous guy and a hanger on wife), I think we are in Jared profile raising and trying to raise his recognition score, which is probably a little low having half assed it in the last year and a half. He's doing it by scatter-gunning so I'm not sure it's going to stick.

3. Connected to 2,

(i) if I run my algorithm clean laptop with a "Jared Padalecki" news search, I get (a) a daily mail article on Jared "clarifying the rift" (b) a "hello" magazine saying he's been "inundated with support after death of "family member"" (c) the new york times article on Walker and Supernatural. It then goes into a variety of articles about Jared raising money for Holly's family (fucking atrocious in my view to use her death for publicity) and a series of derivative articles on his mantrum and later explanation. ONLY THE NEW YORK TIMES ARTICLE MENTIONS WALKER other than as a throw away, all of the others link to Supernatural only. Walker isn't on the main radar of anyone as a show. It's not mainstream enough to mention. it has ZERO buzz.

(ii) if I run the same search on my compromised tablet, I get a SEA of fluff articles "jared padalecki goes to venice", "jared padalecki's wife wishes him a happy birthday" "jared padalecki goes to watch soccer" "jared padalecki goes to the wrestling". I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow.

At the end of that I get the same articles as in (i) but the majority of his publicity is still going through the fandom and the, not very viewed, endless zine type websites that update on every episode of every geek show every day.

So we are seeing, and I expect it to continue, a break out Padalecki, (who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films), and a fluff Padalecki, trying to stay relevant a year after SPN relevance ended, because he hasn't got the same push for season 2 of Walker as he had for season 1 and Walker has zero presence. No one, not even the fans are talking about Walker.

Will it work? I don't think so. Keegan has 7m followers on Insta and that's because he's a photographer and writer and it's interesting. I would follow his account (I don't), but certainly it isn't a Walker instagram.

Jared is a clever guy, but he's boring on social media. He has a limited appeal. He does family snaps, hunk snaps, flogs orange pee and flogs his show. He says "family" and "mantra" a lot but that's really it. The clue is, if you didn't know who he was and came across his instagram you wouldn't follow him. Why would you? For a video of a guy running up steps? A smug picture of two middle aged men trying to flog you something?... (oh and lots of "brother" comments on Keegan's social media, which is irritating. It's like he thinks that is his repeatable formula and it isn't).

His media approach won't work because advertising and exposure pushes a product. In TV's case, it's not a one off product and there is a lot of competition. Product Jared needs to be more interesting (his mantrum's are the only exciting thing about him - and that is tragic) and his TV show just needs to be BETTER, well, a LOT BETTER.

Soooo, expect the Padapush to continue, but it's not about a couple, it's about individual marketing and for Jared breaking out of SPN bubble. For Gen, it's her tag along profile that she'll never break out of. She'll have to be satisfied with her superpower of being able to persuade people to buy toothbrush's and dog food (if she can).

Expect though the couple's bit to die off a little. Jared is getting over exposed. His engagement rating is plummeting (nearly 3% is a plummet) because of the repetitive photo content. He'll have to back off or people will switch off (I have already). What makes me laugh is.... from the dawn of time when cavemen took their wives 2 miles away for a new cave weekend.... NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN INTERESTED IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HOLIDAY SNAPS.... Gen and Jared apparently need to learn that lesson...

I might stop these posts now because, well, it's gotta be a bit boring for you and I write LONG. :)

Stay safe and wear your masks ;) xxx

I don’t want you to ever ever change, lovely! Also, I’m NEVER bored by your messages! You put so much effort into the research you do and the messages you send and it’s appreciated! <3

I started following Lindsey on IG because she seems pretty genuine, and her cat is way too cute! Plus, I like her attitude. I haven’t followed her for the whole Walker season, but even she doesn’t post a lot about it. She posts interviews and then posts about that night’s episode, but other than that, nothing. Can’t speak for Keegan, but how are fans and non-fans supposed to be excited about a show when the people STARRING in the show can’t be bothered? Maybe they’re all aware of how shitty it is or maybe they’re lazy, but it doesn’t make sense.

I’m always interested to see the difference in an “algorithm-free” setting and one that has an algorithm. I always figured Google was the same for everyone, but seeing the difference in articles you’ve outlined is insane. It really just goes to show that Jared isn’t the star that his stans think he is. He’s not as important as they think he is, he’s just an actor. It’s even more jarring to see just how little Walker is talked about at all. All of my devices probably have been “contaminated” when it comes to algorithm so I can’t really speak personally about the public and fans talking about Walker or not talking about it. I can say that on the posts about Walker from the Supernatural Facebook page, a good chunk of the comments are people saying they stopped watching, never got into it, or thought it was trash. There are only a handful of comments talking about how they enjoy the show.

I think it was disgusting for him to use a fan’s passing for publicity. And no, I don’t think it was anything other than a PR stunt. Her family had a GFM going that was promoted by plenty of the case INCLUDING GEN, so you know he knew about it. But for him to make his own special one and then have articles posted everywhere about how charitable he is? That’s gross PR bullshit and I hope it backfires.

I still follow a few Supernatural fans, Jared fans, Jensen fans, etc. on Tumblr and even they aren’t mentioning it. I think maybe the hardcore Jared stans post gifsets or whatever, but I don’t see much praise for the show itself, just Jared’s looks. Even the fans aren’t biting and that would make me reevaluate everything if I was Jared.

I'm expecting "Jared Padalecki defecates regularly" tomorrow. This made me laugh way too hard!

who knows he and his forehead may wish to have a final crack at films You are on a ROLL! Maybe I’ve become biased, but I can’t see Jared doing films. I mean, I could see him doing like a side character role or something small, but I can’t see him having a big part of a movie. Like I said, maybe that’s me being biased but I see him staying in TV. I could be proven wrong, but I don’t know.

I agree about Jared being boring on SM. I used to get some giggles from his Twitter posts and even some of his early IG posts because they were goofy, clever, and candid. It showed his humor and was more personable. Now it’s just all fake and comes off as someone whose only motivation to engage with fans is money and that’s a big turn off.

For me personally, I think that if instead of the “couple goals” bullshit that they try to push for their lavish trips, if they just posted cool pictures they took of different locations, activities, food or whatever, that would be more palatable than all the “Look at my hubster and I! We’re in Italy! Look at how in love we are!” But maybe that’s because I’ve become a bit of a photography nerd?

I guess time will tell whether or not Jared will make positive changes and if Walker can be saved, but I’m not really optimistic about it.

I AM optimistic about your takes on things so keep them coming! Long posts or not, I love them! <3

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