Hey I HAVE A LARGE LOVE FOR NEAL OKAY HE IS MY BB.
UGGGG I JUST HAVE PROBLEMs AND NOW NO- I WASN’T FOR THEM GETTING BACK TOGETHER BUT HIM BEING THEIR FOR HENRY- UG
What I did nothing man
NO- NO ::points accusing finger:: YOU AND ALLLLLL YOUR NEAL POSTS STARTED THESE FEELS AND THEN THIS
((Catching up on OUAT- fuck you and your SwanFire feels. I don’t ship… I don’t ship…))
"You can’t spend your life obsessing over fictional characters."
((I just need a belt now))
Keep Calm and Put Your Lab Coat On
This is so great
"I’m sorry have we met before?" Booth was a little worried about this man’s sanity "It’s lunch time, I was going to get a burger like I always do- what’s your name?"
"Whoa whoa, I’m not you’re Angel. Are you okay?” Booth looked around, maybe this poor guy had wondered off from a loony bin. He could bring him to Sweet. He really didn’t know how to deal with it. Whoever this Buffy was he was scared to say he didn’t know them incase this guy was unstable.
"If yer not Angel they why the blarney do ye look like ‘im?" Doyle took a deep breath at let it out. "Don’t tell me the Powers put me in the wrong dimension." Some trick if they brought him back and put him with the wrong guy. “Sorry lad. Seem’s I’m out of place ‘ere. Me name’s Doyle if ye couldn’t already take a gander at that, but where am I?”
The agent was still confused but shaking his hand wasn’t going to hurt him so he did “Washington DC. How do you no know where you are? You had a few too many?” he started to wonder if Doyle was just another homeless guy he couldn’t really help, it made sense. “I’m sorry but not this Angel guy. My name’s Booth.”
Booth gently put his hand on top of hers then sighed a little “It’s nothing interesting really… just, tough.” he landed on for better lack of a word. There was a small pause before he started “My dad is, not so friendly when dunk. And he gets drunk quite a lot. My brother is four years younger than me, and my mom we haven’t seen for a few years now. She kinda comes and goes, she’ll probably be back before I go to college but I’m not holding my breath. About last year, my pop’s walking in on my dad and me and my brother um, and saw what was going on. He’s been raising us since and won’t let my father near us which I appreciate.” By the end of his story they were parked and he shut the car off.
Melanie listens to his words closely, nodding and turning her hand to hold onto Booth’s, smiling in reassurance, following closely along to the story of his childhood. Once the car was turned off, Melanie leans over, takes his face into her small hands, and places a light kiss onto his lips, smiling gently. “I think that even with your past, you’re growing to be such a wonderful man, and your grandfather sounds like he’s an angel for doing everything he’s done. I can’t wait to meet him and your brother.” She nods her head, leaning back and unbuckling herself.
Booth blushed and smiled at her words. He leaned back in his chair for a second before un buckling himself. She really was amazing. That was such a big deal for him to talk about and it didn’t bother her about his father. Seeley got out of the car and took her hand as soon as he could after locking it. He paused standing with her by the car “If, if I said something, would it scare you? Because I,” he searched for word without saying the big ones not sure how she’d take it “I feel a lotfor you Melanie.” he told her tucking a piece of hair back behind her ear. “And I want you to know that.”