#ofbrokensouls

[tofeelthecold]

@ofbrokensouls​ (TK & Buck)

TK had spent all day trying to figure out this meal and he’d finally gotten it but the most important thing was that it wasn’t burnt and he was hoping it tasted as good as it looked and smelled. It was his first successful meal that he’d cooked and he didn’t think it would be his last but he also wasn’t a professional cook but he was proud of himself. He’d set it up, making it look nice with the candles and soft music playing, the table set for the two of them with Buck’s favorite drink and water for himself, all he had to do was wait for Buck since he’d also changed and made himself look and smell presentable.

[griefknown]

❛  don’t  you  dare  think  that  there  is  anything  ,  past  or  present  ,  that  i would put in  front  of  you  .  ❜  /  @ofbrokensouls​

          she  takes  in  every  word  ,  brown  eyes  staring  into  his  .  their  gazes  meeting  is  powerful  ,  and  she  knows  he  means  it  ,  and  yet  she’s  still  so  scared  .  perhaps  it’s  irrational  ,  but  she’s  just  listening  to  her  heart  ,  and  all  it  wants  is  him  .  ❛  i  know  .  ❜  she  replies  ,  soft  yet  certain  .  ❛  i  love  you  ,  damon  .  and  that  scares  me  because  it’s  a  love  i’ve  never  felt  for  anyone  else  ,  not  even  stefan  .  ❜  she  confesses  .  ❛  but  despite  that  fear  ,  i  know  i  need  to  listen  to  my  heart  ,  and  that’s  choosing  you  .  ❜  

[starsdivine]

@ofbrokensouls / ollie & ethan !

“sorry - i don’t... think i know what you mean.” fingers are tightly wrapped around the strap going across his chest, the one that keeps his guitar strapped firmly to his back. “can you... elaborate, or something?” 

[crispyblonde-arch]

@ofbrokensouls​ cont

          “and i’m happy to know that you’re still a big block of cheese.” she pressed a kiss to his chin because the puppy dog look he gave her whenever he talked about her being alive again melted her heart. elated that they have moved past his feelings of regret and guilt for the most part to make room for letting himself be happy, she sat on the bed of the motel room briefly. she supposed a post-hunt shower could wait for a few sappy moments. “also my happy would be getting food delivered here after i shower and we can let dean head to the bar and spend some time alone.”

[icouldhavebeenhappy]

Christmas, surely the most insufferable holiday of all. All the more so since Robin crossed the town line with his maid Marian and son. Since his departure, she had held onto hope that Henry and she could find the author, that he could write her a happy ending. Only that hope was dimming with each passing day, perhaps it were true -- reformed or not she would always be known as a villain and villains never got such luxuries as happy endings. As much as Regina tried to move on from her past mistakes, they were forever haunting her. 

Snow and Charming had politely asked her to have dinner with them all in their cramped little loft, only she knew it were a pity invite. Belle too had been invited and well, that confirmed her suspicions -- pity party. 

Offering a bottle of her home brewed apple cider along with an apple pie, the cider was more so for herself. If she had to endure this night, she would need the help of alcohol. Giving her pleasantries the reformed queen sat out of the way -- well, the best she could considering the cramped space they were all confined in. Brown eyes stared down blankly at the liquor she was now swirling around in her glass. Lost in her own thoughts, she somehow managed to block out the background noise of those around her. In that moment, she wished for nothing more than to be tucked up in bed wallowing in her own self pity. Only Snow White wouldn’t allow such a thing, her optimistic personality as sickening as always.  

@ofbrokensouls​

[tohavelost-arch]

@ofbrokensouls​ gets a plotted starter

            fuck. she shouldn’t have let herself get close to him. honestly, she hadn’t planned on developing feelings for evan past someone to hook up with when she passed through california. more frequent visits and going out with him on a few dates hadn’t quite phased her into realizing that she was starting to care a lot for him, but an ominous note tied to a hex bag on her windshield sure did.

          when she let him into his apartment she all but brushed by him, panickedly searching every crevice of his apartment. ignoring any protests he may be giving, she eventually found two more hexbags to add to the one in her pocket that she found in his jeep that she may have picked the lock of before she came inside. 

           not wanting to cause any further issues or commit to telling him about the supernatural, she shoved the two bags into her pockets instead of burning them on the spot, but she would need to get outside and get rid of them quick in case the bitch was watching their every move.       ❝ i need you to trust me, buck. and you need to take me to the station. ❞

[empathichearts]

@ofbrokensouls​ asked shatter for eddie to break a mirror in front of buck out of rage/fear/frustration

         everything was boiling up inside of him. that he had let shannon back into his and chris’s hearts only for her to decide to walk away again, that she ended up being one of his calls that he couldn’t save, not to mention chris was hiding his emotions because he could tell how upset eddie was -- it all was too much to handle. when he’d gotten squealed on about the fighting, he knew that it was all taken too far, but the rage continued to build inside him. this time, it had no outlet. 

         he looked himself in the mirror, trying to see into his being to figure out why he couldn’t man up and move past it. he had done that well in the past, with his parents and military experience, even shannon leaving the first time. the emotions were overtaking it and he hated it just a little less than the idea of actually talking and sorting through his feelings. maybe the mantra was beat into his head by the army, or his father who had it beat into his head through his own service experience. 

         regardless of the reason, seeing his teary-eyed reflection staring back at him made him feel sick. in a fit of anger, his fist contacted with the mirror, the sound of shattering the glass underneath. his hand throbbed and ached as blood trickled down his knuckles. it wasn’t until he saw buck’s distorted reflection standing behind his that he remembered that he had asked him to come over for pizza night with chris when carla brought him home from a birthday party. 

          with a sigh, he ran his hand under cool water and patted it dry before reaching into the cabinet to get some gauze to wrap it up. ❝ we aren’t talking about this. end of discussion. ❞ he said firmly.

[claustrophobicwerewolf]

              ;;  @ofbrokensouls​  :  cora  ;;

       KNOCK KNOCK.  standing straight, he lightly knocked on the princess’s door hoping she’d be receptive to it but well      his odds weren’t looking too good.  but  the ball was in a few hours and if he didn’t keep an  extremely  close eye on cora, she could easily be a runner. so here he was, patiently waiting.  “  it’s isaac. ”  usually he’d use more formalities but with cora, that felt less than necessary.  “  sir isaac lahey.  ”  (  just in case  ).