#flashbacks.

[murdermost-foul]

whenever david tennant puts on that fucking orange spacesuit i know that a whole new range of emotions is about to be revealed to me

[everytobito]

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Vinyl Countdown.

WHEN — August 18th, 2020.

WHO — Elijah & Aslihan ( @draslihanxfahri-bailey ).

FLASHBACK THREAD.

The atmosphere of Vinyl Countdown had always been warm and inviting to Elijah, pleasantly peaceful and relaxing, but he'd found it especially so on the days that he knew they got their shipments in. After living in Colorado again nearly a year, he'd made it a habit to stop by the record shop at least once a week, every week, on the same day around noon — a poor habit financially, he was sure, but a habit nonetheless — and if he was honest, it worked wonders for him. His apartment was certainly beginning to overflow with unnecessary purchases, but his heart grew a bit fuller each time he picked out a record from the pile that he hadn't yet seen. Were they really unnecessary, then? He found himself asking that question often, each time his fingers sorted through the shelves, but he honestly couldn't be fucked to figure out the answer. It made him happy, and that was what mattered. Lord knows he fucking needed that nowadays.

Two different records under his arm in the span of fifteen minutes, Elijah continued to browse the selection, humming the song under his breath that played quietly over the store's speakers — one of his favorites, This Must Be the Place by Talking Heads. It occurred to him then that he couldn't remember if he owned the album it came on in vinyl yet, and he took a brief pause from the Folk section in order to see if they had any copies in stock. He turned the corner, entirely in his own world until he saw someone else looking in the same area, coincidentally holding exactly what he'd been looking for. "Seems I'm not the only one with the right idea, huh?" he spoke up as he approached, sliding in right beside her with a friendly smile on his face. "You didn't happen to see if they had another one of those laying around, did you, love? Figured I'd snag it if I could, while it's on the brain and all."

[jkasdfjlasdhflkaskdlask]

Me watching as someone names their character/username Jimothy because they thought that was a funny and silly name

[deans-baby-momma]

The Story of Us-Chapter 17

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes

Present Day (2008)

"You did what?!"

"Listen, I'm not proud of it, okay? Believe me, if I could take it back I would," Sam defends. "I can't unsee it though. As much as I want," he ends in a whisper.

"But, you saw," Dean says as he gestures a circle in front of his groin. "Her….her….her vagina!"

"I told you I didn't mean to. It just, my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own ."

"Does she know?" Dean inquires.

Sam shakes his head. "No. She was captivated by Maren. And I never said a word. Until now."

Silence fills the room then Dean smiles and looks at his brother with arrogance. "It's a nice one, ain't it?" 

"DUDE!" Sam exclaims in horror then shrugs. "Couldn't really tell. It was kinda messy."

"I'm too old for this," Bobby mutters putting his head in his hands.

"Anyway, aren't you supposed to be getting Maren a bottle?" Sam asks and Dean jumps into action, going into the kitchen to make up a bottle.

On his way back through, Dean pointed a finger at Sam and then Bobby and states, "This stays between us, you hear me? Micki doesn't need to know what happened."

Both men nod in agreement and Dean heads back to his girls.

"Baby?" Dean says to Micki as she feeds their daughter. "I didn't know-" he pauses to swallow the emotion welling up in his chest. "I didn't know Maren was so early. Did she have to stay in the hospital? Did you?"

Micki looks from the baby to Dean. "How d-?"

"Sam and your dad told me," he cuts her off answering. "I thought something had gotten ahold of you but they explained that you had worn yourself down with grief. Baby, if I could've stayed, I-"

It was Micki's turn to interrupt. "Dean, as pissed as I was at you when you made that fucking deal, I understood. You had to save Sam. And I never blamed you for dying. Even when we found out I was pregnant when you only had a few months to live. But, damn! It was torture, you not being here. 

"Knowing you were missing all the milestones of my pregnancy, her impending birth, her first word,  first steps. I mourned all the things you were gonna miss. And then, when she arrived. Oh god! As happy as I was at seeing her perfect little face, my heart was breaking because you weren't there."

Tears build up in Dean's eyes but he doesn't wipe them away. Instead he just listens as Micki continues.

"I vowed in that hospital room to be the best mother and father to our little girl I could be. And I was. Sure, Sam was here and helped when I just couldn't but I did my damnedest."

"And almost killed yourself doing it," Dean states as the tears escape and roll down his cheeks. 

"I had no choice," Micki tells him. "Then when the Impala showed up and Sam forced my inside to protect Maren, it just hit. What if e'd made a mistake?  What if something had found you and was using your meatsuit to exact revenge? So as I was standing there, I just let go. I let the exhaustion take over."

"You are the strongest woman I've ever known, Michaela Quinn Singer!" Dean says as he leans over to kiss her lips. "And soon I hope you'll become a Winchester."

Micki smiles against his lips. That is all she'd dreamed of since she was 13 years old.

"Barney, baby."

Micki chuckles and says, "Do you remember when we started that?"

Summer 1997

Dean and Micki had once again snuck off to their spot in the junkyard to make out and fool around while Bobby and John were in the den, studying up for some job and Sam was enthralled in some stupid kid's show with a giant purple dinosaur. 

Dean had once again fingered Micki to orgasm, twice, having paid extra attention to her breasts. Now he was spread out on the back seat of the old car with his pants down around his ankles as Micki bobbed her head in his lap, sucking and licking his shaft and tip.

Her long golden brown hair was pulled up into his fist, keeping it out of the way. "Fuck Mick! Just like that. God, that feels good. Unh, don't stop."

Micki cups his balls in her free hand and squeezing gently, knowing from prior experience that Dean enjoyed that. 

"Shit! Baby, I'm gonna cum."

Micki pulls off his dick long enough to look up at him and smile. "Then cum."

Dean groans as she resumes her task and in no time he is spurting and shooting a load into her warm, wet mouth.

"Damn! That was good."

"Really?"

"Yes baby. You are getting really good at sucking my dick."

Micki smiles up at him and then they get redressed to head back to the house before they are missed.

Walking in, they see that everyone is in the same place they were before. The tv is still on and Sammy is watching intently.

"I love you Barney."  "I love you too Julie."

Music begins and the big, plush, fake dinosaur starts singing.  

"I love you. You love me. We're a happy family."

"Sam, aren't you too old to be watching baby shit. Turn it off," Dean mocks toward Sam.

"Shut up," Sam responds at the same time Micki slaps his shoulder. "Leave him alone."

Later that evening,  Dean and Micki sit outside on the porch swing, holding hands.

"Mick?"

"Yea?"

"We're like that stupid dinosaur."

"Barney? How?"

"Well, I like you and you like me right?"

"Yea," Micki answers, perplexed.

"Listen, I'm not good with this," Dean  says and Micki can see the tip of his ears turn pink. "I Barney you okay?"

Micki realizes the enormity of what Dean just admitted. She smiles and lays her head on his shoulder. "I Barney you too, Dean."

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"God we were so cheesy," Micki laughs as she sits up to place Maren on her shoulder to burp.  "But I love it. It's just so us!"

[sxint]

Location: Ravi & Marcus’s home. Outside on the terrace.  Date: 21|06|19. Closed: @ravireyes

The first attempt of a family dinner, Saint bailed the second he’d sat in the passenger seat. Looking at Kitty with a pleading green gaze as anxiety ate him whole and demanded for more time, that he wasn’t ready yet to indulge her want to dine with the people she cared about most in the world and create a secret union between the two families. But for Saint, anxiety didn’t come from the idea that he had been doing something wrong, something his mother would disapprove of and punish him severely for. It’s the notion of not being liked, the understanding that he was a Warden and them all Femenias. What business had he had walking directly into the lion’s den and declaring his adoration for their cousin? Nerves weigh lick a ten tonne brick on his chest for the majority of the evening, sat at the dining table quietly polite, speaking when spoken to and nodding agreeably as jokes and onslaughts of laughter reverberator energetically around the room.

“I’m going for a cigarette,” he leans over to whisper into Kitty’s ear, who is too occupied in a conversation with Marcus to pay any mind to his new absence, and Saint hadn’t caught the conversation entirely as he grabs his jacket from a coat hanger and makes his way outside onto the terrace. Inhaling a deep and welcoming breath of fresh air, humming into the summer evening breeze and, ultimately, the quiet. The roar of the Femenias family replaced by central London’s ambient setting. The sound of cars below and the chatter in which the city so naturally inhabits. They’re different from his own family in more ways than just their rivalries. They’re warm, whereas the family dynamic he had been born to be icy cold. Loud versus the quiet that his mother encases him in, and then a new noise interrupts as he’s lighting the tip of his cigarette, and Saint turns around to meet their gaze.

Ravi. His shoulders relax, slump as he takes a deep inhale and breathes out a smooth line of smoke from his lungs. “Hey. Sorry. I just needed a cigarette, I’ll be back in in a moment,” Saint offers with a hesitant smile. Kicking himself already for his own mundanity, feeling uninteresting and more like an intruder than he had Kitty’s partner. He should hate to think what they all thought, though it was rather simple to presume. That his declared love had come from a place of opportunity, which even worse, would have suggested that those feelings he’d experienced for her and only her hadn’t been real. Cigarette stays pressed against his lips, lusting after the quick relief of nicotine before his attention returns to the other, “Oh, that’s super rude of me. You didn’t want one, did you?”

[codexx-archived]

a little open starter for all @talestarter​ “Abu! Abu, what’s wrong?” A young Aladdin was rushing his way through the crowds after the little monkey, not knowing why he had suddenly set off nor where he was going. One person after the other had to endure the young man pushing through, as swift as he was and as much as he tried not to shove anyone, it was hard at such a busy day. In the end, dark eyes could make out the figure of his best friend in the distance, clinging to a stranger’s leg and rather quickly climbing his way up to their shoulder. “Abu!” A scolding tone had taken to his voice, one brow raised and the other in a frown as some little hands tugged at the person’s jewelry. “Sorry ‘bout that, I think my friend must have eaten something weird today to be this way.” Barely a glance was given to the stranger as instead he gave the monkey a judgmental look.