i always use this song sigh

ok but i need more of winter and cinder being cute cousins

  • winter never calling cinder, cinder. always selene and if it were anyone else cinder would probably care but she never tries to correct winter, its the only time the name feels affectionate 
  • winter filling cinder in on some memories she had of them as children, games they used to play, songs they used to sing, etc
  • winter being super affectionate with cinder because she finally has her back (hugging her all the time, checking in on her when they’re not together etc) ((and vice versa cinder always does the same))
  • cinder finally feeling like there’s someone from her childhood worth remembering, realizing even if her birth family was a hot mess she still had/has winter 
  • I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO OKAY
Never Forget You

YOU GUYS IM BACK! (Maybe.) Either way I wrote an imagine and its based off the song ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson. Definitely take a listen! Whenever I hear it I always think of Peter. Odd but true. Sad but kinda happy ending? (Kinda? Maybe? Who knows at this point TBH) I hope you enjoy!! 

Link to the song!
All the love,
J

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I used to be so happy
But without you here I feel so low

“Shhh” the brunette with the light in her eyes whispers. “Just let her be..” She sighs sadly.
A few feet away you were crying and leaning against the cold dark stone.
This wasn’t supposed to happen
You let out small weak sobs. On a normal occasion you would never let anyone but Peter see you like this. You were powerful woman, but you felt so weak, and humiliated and broken, all at the same time.
You just wanted one last chance. To go back. Leave this awful town. Peter was right. They ruin everything and evil never wins.
He looked down at you with one of those heart melting smiles. Times like these you liked being light and full of love. You and Peter were perfect for each other. Always bad, always the odd one out in Storybrooke. No one was surprised when they found you kissing in a back booth at granny’s. You smile as uiu listen to the heart no one believed he had.
“Things are changing for us darling, soon we can forget about this town…” He kissed the top of your head as you held each for what would soon be the last time.

I watched you as you left but I can never seem to let you go
“Here we are one again… Papa” Rumplestiltskin holds him tightly and Peter tries to squirm.
“You always told me.. You proved to me! Love is weakness” he smirks.
You watch Peter struggle and struggle against David and Emma.
“Stop! We were leaving!” You cried and watched the situation unfold.
You can tell Peter is holding back and using ever inch of him to not retaliate.
“Do you have so many daddy issues that you can’t see it wasn’t my fault you lost belle?!” He yells back.
“Don’t say her name!!”
“Belle left you! I told her the truth! And she decided to leave you!” Peter smirks buy it soon falters. His eyes start to lose their light and you scream.
You’re forced to watch as the knife Rumple holds meets his chest. You sob and manage to catch him as he falls from his sons grip. He steps back and you hold Peter to your chest. You kissed his lips, and told him you loved him one last time, before you died with him.


‘Cause once upon a time you were my everything
It’s clear to see that time hasn’t changed a thing.

Days go by and each hour of every day you sit next to him. Hoping to feel him there. Hoping that he’ll some how come back to you.
But nothing ever changes.
He doesn’t come back.
He doesn’t kiss you.
He doesn’t hold you.
It’s as silent as ever.
Every day.
Every week.
Every month.
Each goes by as quick as a second and it’s always the same story.
He was gone.

It’s buried deep inside me but I feel there’s something you should know
Snow, charming and Emma gather at the end of the bar at granny’s and watch from afar as you sit in the back booth alone.
“We took her true love away, she will never be the same… She’s so miserable..” Snow sighs sadly. Emma pulls something out of her pocket and goes to the table. She sets it in front of you.
“Is that…?”
“Yes. It is. Take it, go to Neverland.. I think, you’ll find peace, there’s another if you want to ever come back. We can’t ever undo the damage we’ve done, but we can try to ease the pain that we’ve caused you…” she smiles slightly.
You set down some money to pay for the food then walk towards the door. Your hand falters over the door. Facing Emma you look at her with a nod,
“Thank you” it’s simple, but for Emma IYS more than enough. With another nod to Charming and Snow, you’re soon gone.


I will never forget you, till the day I die

Stepping onto the beaches of never land was… Surreal.
To be back home was comforting.
The longing you needed soon hit you like a ton of bricks. Emma was right, for once, it brought you some peace.
Lost boys emerge from the shadows of the jungle to attack, but their weapons lower quickly when they see you’ve returned.
After a long reunion and many memories, you slowly return to peters treehouse.
Everything was exactly the same.
His presence enveloped you, and it wasn’t in just one spot like in StoryBrooke.
He was everywhere.
Feeling sleep starting to consume you, you undo the bed and slip inside.
Curling up into his pillows and blankets was like being in his arms.
“Hello again Peter”

2

PETER PAN X READER - CAUGHT


Peter was out doing something which meant that (Y/n) - his close friend and the only lost girl - was tasked with getting the boys to bed. It was of course harder than expected, she had barely got them to stop yelling and dancing and the sun would be up soon.

“Mother!” one of the younger boy’s yelled, waking up any chances of the others falling asleep “Sing us a song mother!”

“I don’t sing James, so drop it” (Y/n) snapped, her lack of sleep starting to get to her.

“Please” he drawled, pouting out his lower lip.

(Y/n) sighed, weighing up her options. She was always seen as the tough girl, she had to be on a place like Neverland. But that didn’t mean she didn’t care for the boys, she was very protective of them.

Maybe one song wouldn’t hurt.

“Fine” she sighed, watching with amusement as the boys gathered around her, snuggling down.

“There was time I was alone,

nowhere to go and no place to call home.

My only friend was the man in the moon,

and even sometimes he would go away, too”

Her voice was strong and carried over the wind, echoing to the beat of the large fire near them.

“Then one night, as I closed my eyes,

I saw a shadow flying high.

He came to me with the sweetest smile,

Told me he wanted to talk for awhile.

He said, “Peter Pan—that’s what they call me.

I promise that you’ll never be lonely.”

And ever since that day…”

She noticed some of them were already quiet, pressing on and praying that this would finally put them all down.

“I am a lost boy from Neverland,

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.

And when we’re bored we play in the woods,

Always on the run from Captain Hook

“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me.

Away from all of reality.

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free.

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free.”

She felt James edge closer. Catching the hint she took him in her arms, kissing his temple as she carried on with her Neverland lullaby.

“He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe.

Believe in him and believe in me.

Together we will fly away in a cloud of green,

To your beautiful destiny.

As we soared above the town that never loved me,

I realized I finally had a family.

Soon enough we reached Neverland.

Peacefully my feet hit the sand

And ever since that day…”

James yawned, his eyes drooping.

“I am a lost boy from Neverland,

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan.

And when we’re bored we play in the woods,

Always on the run from Captain Hook.

“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me.

Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free.

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free.”

Felix squeezed her shoulder before walking off. The older boy’s followed him, some taking some of the other sleeping boy’s in the arms with them. Soon all who was left was (Y/n) and James.

She could have stopped, but she didn’t want to. She liked the motherly feeling that had taken over her. She had always hated the nickname, but now…

“Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy Darling

Even Captain Hook

You are my perfect story book

Neverland, I love you so,

You are now my home sweet home

Forever a lost boy at last

Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy Darling

Even Captain Hook

You are my perfect story book

Neverland, I love you so,

You are now my home sweet home

Forever a lost boy at last

And for always I will say…”

She closed her eyes, stroking the blond hair of the boy who lay fast asleep in her arms.

“I am a lost boy from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan

And when we’re bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from Captain Hook

“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me.

Away from all of reality”

“Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free”

She had barely finished before a hand grabbed her shoulder.

“Caught you” they whispered in her, making her heart freeze in horror.

“Uh Peter, hi. I was just, um” she stuttered, (Y/ec) eyes wide “It’s not what it looks like”

“Yeah sure” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“He just wouldn’t shut up so, uh” She blushed a bright red, gently moving the boy from her lap and back onto the woodland ground.

“I knew you were really a softie” he smirked, picking up James and avoiding the smack to the face from (Y/n). He started to walk away, leaving her there bright red.

“Oh” he paused “Also, you have a lovely voice. You should sing more often, especially songs about me”

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katykatuniverse  asked:

23, 33, 28, please <3

  • 23. Favorite song?

Fireworks by Animal Collective (link to the song here ) i always listen to it for inspiration in my art! ovo

  • 33. Best day of your life?

 This one happened recently! February 28th my friends celebrated mine and sarah’s birthday with us! they were so sweet and nice and i had a great time i’m actually wearing their birthday gifts rn. (the beanie im always wearing in drawings of me is one of the gifts ;v;) i remember when i got home i couldn’t stop giggling because i was just so freaking happy!

  • 28. Ever dated someone?

ahh hahaha whooooooooo. -sighs and leans back in chair- 

Is it Christmas in March? Because the music gods have gifted us a spectacular present, a collaboration between The Chainsmokers and Great Good Fine OK. The world can explode now, and I’d still be happy. I’m a fan of The Chainsmokers’ explosive, infectious electronic dance music, while GGFO’s swooning anthems always melt me from their very first sublime bars of smooth falsetto glory. The two come together on wildly uplifting and mellifluously silken Let You Go, a song that will make you sigh in bittersweet yet sublime romantic angst. The Chainsmokers say that they actually started crafting this song before #SELFIE, but the song was placed on hold after the ginormous massive #SELFIE blow up that pervaded the world. Well, thanks for making us wait, guys, sheesh. All kidding aside, I’m incredibly happy the song has been released, and a music video is well on its way, too. Let You Go is the epitome of synthpop meets progressive house ear candy.

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abominableobriens  asked:

So Jack gets Kent a ukelele for his birthday right? It's your standard soprano and it's not too flashy but it's portable and it's like a guitar (like Kenny always used to sigh about wanting in Juniors). So he puts off using it for about a month,once he does though he's hooked. He knows a variation of most 2k pop songs and he starts a ukelele collection. His favorite is a soprano that's painted like a pineapple. He's a hipster fuck & will never apologize for it.

This is EXCELLENT. I’m picturing him jamming with Nursey because you know Nursey has a ukulele too and it’s fantastic. Thanks bae <3

Shower Times - Hamilton x Reader

(The song used in this is ‘Seasons Of Love’ from RENT. This request couldn’t have come at a more perfect time because someone played this and this is the last year at one of my theatres and I literally cried, so here we are <3)

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed


“525,600 minutes!” 

You sang from the shower, running your fingers through your soapy hair. You let out a contempt sigh as the warm water hit your back, melting into the stream, You loved showers, it was always a good place to clear your mind. Like your mother used to say ‘Clean body, clean soul!’

“How do you measure, measure a year~” You continued, rinsing the conditioner from your body. 

It had been a rough day. Work had been stressful, you were exhausted and the feeling of washing away all the frustration of the day was almost orgasmic. 

You took a few seconds to let the water run over your head, so you didn’t hear your boyfriend, Alexander, walk into the bathroom 

“ In daylights, in sunsets,” You pulled your head away from the water, ready to finish the next line when you heard his beautiful melodic voice from beyond the shower.

“ In midnights, in cups of coffee” He finished, his voice always enchanted you, even though he was quite shy about it. You let out a yelp at the sudden company and moved quickly, turning off the stream and pulling yourself out of your relaxed state.

“A-Alexander! You scared me….” You said, peeking from behind the shower curtain. He gave you a dashing smile and spoke up

“Sorry love, I just couldn’t resist!” He said, giving you a sympathetic smile You rolled your eyes at him and pulled the curtain back into place, turning on the stream and humming the tune of ‘Seasons Of Love’ once more.

“Having a nice shower, my dear?” Alexander said you could see his shadow moving closer from behind the curtain. 

“A great one, care to join me?” You asked sarcastically and let out a small laugh. 

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled away and you felt Alexander climb in and wrap his arms around you. You squealed as he pulled you against him, causing you both to laugh at your sudden outburst.

“Alex, what are you doing??” You heard him let out a chuckle and felt his lips on your neck. You shivered at it, despite the warm water hitting you perfectly to lull you back to a state of peace.

“Y/N, you were the one who suggested it. Besides, how could I pass up the opportunity to wash you?”

Fight Song ~ Part 6 ~ Hallucinations

Originally posted by brigcsiworld

Warnings: Hallucinations, language, painful memories

Pairings: Steve X Reader X Bucky

Word Count: 3552

Prologue

Part 1 ~ The Other Stark

Part 2 ~ Uncharted Territory 

Part 3 ~ Horse Uno

Part 4 ~ Dum Dum Dugan

Part 5 ~ Because Of You

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I let out a happy sigh as the hot water cascades down my body. Showers were one of the best things on earth save for thunder storms. I love thunderstorms. Grandpa Dum always loved thunder storms; he loved the rumbling of thunder and the flashes of light. When I was younger he used to pull me out of bed at night to run around in the pouring rain with him while he laughed like a wild man. I smile at the memory before rinsing my hair in water one last time before turning the water off and climbing out. I grab a towel and wrapping it around myself wipe the condensation from the mirror only to jump as I see Devlin standing behind me.

“Hello pretty,” He says as he smiles his rotten smile.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” I say as I gulp down a breath of air.

“Aww is that anyway to talk to the man who raised you?”

“Raised me? Have you lost your mind?”

“I don’t have a mind,” He says his tone turning dark before he starts to move toward me. “You blew it away, don’t you remember?” He says as blood suddenly starts to pour from the top of his head down his face. I stare at him eyes wide in fear as I try to back away. “You killed me!” He yells out as his hands wrap around my throat and clench tightly. I thrash against his hold but it’s useless. Come on _____, he’s just a hallucination.You can beat him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. When I open my eyes again I pull my hand up and makeshift it into a gun. I place my pointer finger the side of his head and my eyes turn cold as I say, “Bang!”

I watch as the memory of his head exploding from the gunshot plays out in front of me then suddenly he is gone. My eyes stay dark as I turn back to the mirror and stare at my reflection. I was a murderer, even if it had been for self defense I had lost all innocence that day. Killing wasn’t supposed to be easy but for me it was. I stare completely frozen until I hear JARVIS say, “Miss, are you alright?”

“Yes JARVIS, I’m okay.” I say as I quickly shake my head and rid myself of the memories. I quickly put my clothes and shoes back on before heading back down the stairs where I see Bucky sitting in the doorway petting Baldr. I stare at them with a raised eyebrow before he notices me. “Hey Stark, you hungry?” He says as he pushes himself to his feet and heads over to me.

“That depends, did you cook?”

“Nah I leave the cooking to Steve,”

“Well in that case yeah, I’m starving.” I say as I walk side by side with him toward the house. As we neared it I could smell the sweet succulent smell of pancakes and my stomach grumbles. I hear Bucky chuckles and I unconsciously smack his arm; which I instantly regret as my hand hits metal. I wince as I pull my hand back and brace it against my stomach as I fight the urge to cry out in pain.

“Crap you okay?” He asks as he tries not to laugh.

“If you laugh, you’re a dead man Barnes,” I say as I start to wave my hand back and forth in an attempt to ease the pain. I glance up at his and see that he is chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing and I narrow my eyes. “You’re dead Barnes,” I reach down and grabbing a handful of snow, throw it at him hitting him smack dabbed in the middle of the face. I let out an involuntary giggle as he stands there with this shocked look on his face.

“You really wanna start this war Stark?”

“I’ll win, I assure you.” I say as I reach down and start to pick up another handful of snow. He suddenly runs forward and lifts me over his shoulder. I cry out in surprise as I kick and thrash my legs around. “AGH! Bucky put me down!” I yell out in between fits of laughter. Suddenly I am lifted up and tossed into a huge mound of snow. I let out a scream as the snow covers my body. I instantly jump up and rub my shoulders as I yell out, “That’s playing dirty!”

“Your point?” Bucky asks as he smirks. By now I see Steve walk out of the house and I smirk.

“My point is that if I knew we were playing dirty I would have made this war all the more fun.” I say as I reach down and grab a handful of snow giving him a devious smile.

“What do you mean?” He asks as he raises and eyebrow.

“You’ll see,” I say as I reach up and throw the ball of snow at him which he quickly dodges making it hit Steve in the face hard. “Ahahahahahaha!” I laugh out as Bucky stares at Steve with a worried expression.

“You think that’s funny (Name)? Steve asks as he slowly reaches up and wipes the rest of the now melting liquid off his face.

"Well I don’t know if you heard; but I was laughing so yeah, I thought it was funny.” I say as I fold my arms over my chest and smirk at him. He smirks before he walks down the stairs and slowly reaches toward a mound of snow. I stare at him as he makes a giant snow ball and then lifts it up with one hand and says, “I’ll give you the chance to change your mind,”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you and this snowball here are gonna become best friends.” He says as he raises an eyebrow playfully.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I say playfully as I fully doubt that he will throw it. Boy was I wrong. The giant snowball collides with my chest making me tumble back into the snow landing softly. I let out a laugh as I jump back up and start making snowballs to throw back at him. The three of us continue for what seemed like hours throwing snowballs back and forth until Steve stops mid throw and says, “Maybe we should stop.”

“Oh come on Steve I’m having a blast!” I say as I pout.

“But you’re shivering, and your lips are blue.” He says as he points to my lips.

“I am?” I say curiously and then I suddenly realize that I am unconsciously shaking. A gust of air hits me and I instantly reach up and wrap my arms around myself. “So much for the shower earlier,” I say as I rub my shoulders and head into the house as Bucky and Steve follow closely behind me. As I pass through the door I catch the whiff of breakfast and instantly run to the kitchen. I find the plates sitting nicely on the table and smirk. I walk over and without asking which was mine I sit down and start digging in.

Steve was actually a very good cook. He made pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. I smile as I start to get full. It took me a few minutes to realize that Steve and Bucky had joined me. “Thank you Steve, this is really good and that’s saying something cause I usually don’t like pancakes.”

“How can you not like pancakes?” Bucky asks and I freeze as a memory passes through my mind.

“I have my reasons,” I say as I furrow my brows and force the memory away. My stomach instantly starts to churn and clenching my jaw I stand up and grabbing my plate head to the kitchen. I scrape the rest of the food off into the trash and rinse my plate off before I place it in the dish washer. I finally realize how cold I am and start off toward my room. Reaching my room I close the door and quickly change my clothes before I walk over to my grandpa Dum’s memory chest.

Sitting in the floor I pull out his bowler and lifting it up place it on my head. The smell of cigars and sweat fills my senses causing a tear to fall down my cheek. I swiftly wipe it away before I reach back inside and pull out some old photos. There were a few of him and the rest of the howling commandos including a much smaller Bucky Barnes. I smirk as I find a couple of Grandpa and my mom. He was standing there in his uniform with an arm wrapped around my mother’s shoulders. Tears fill my eyes as I stare at the picture.

“Why did you have to leave me behind?” I ask as I gently run my fingers over the old picture. I had no idea what happened to my mother but I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss her. Before everything had turned to shit she had loved me and treated me just how a child should be treated. Setting the picture down I reach back inside the chest and pull out some more pictures. This time they were of me and my grandfather. A few were of him tossing me really high into the air as my mother freaked out in the background and then there was one and honestly it was my favorite.

I had been about five years old and I was sitting in his lap my head resting against his chest as we sat next to the fireplace and he read from the wizard of OZ. When I was a child it had been my favorite book and he never missed a chance to read it to me. This particular photo was actually the last time I had seen him. It was Christmas and the only time he took off from work. That year he had given me a beautiful snow globe with a rearing white horse inside it surrounded by silver vines. It was engraved with the words, ‘To my sunshine, remember to always keep fighting.’

It became the last thing he had ever given me. I treasured it until one day it just disappeared; and then soon after that my mother sold me to Devlin. I narrow my eyes at the picture of just her and I feel my anger rise in my chest. I wanted to rip the photo to shreds but that wouldn’t solve anything. My mother was a beautiful red headed beauty but her heart and mind were fragile. After my grandmother passed away my mother became extremely obsessed with my grandfather quitting his job and staying with us but he was a rebel. Soon after his death she just gave up. Of course I had tried like hell to find her after I went to college but I never did.

I toss her picture back into the chest and quickly gather all the other ones and gently place them inside before I close the chest. I hated days like this, days where I felt super nostalgic. I walk over to the bathroom and as I walk past the mirror a familiar brown color catches my eye and I smirk as I see that I still have his bowler on. Turning toward the mirror I stand at attention and saluting my reflection remember how my grandpa used to salute me all the time. A smile crosses my lips but it is quickly followed by tears.

I lean over the sink as I fight against the tears. I did not need this now. “Who’s grandpa’s girl?” I hear my grandfather’s voice call out making the tears pour from my eyes. I pull the bowler off and gently place it on the bathroom shelf. “Why are you crying _____?” I hear his voice ask and I look back into the mirror to see his reflection staring back at me. I clench my jaw as I cry out softly, “Because you left me,”

“I didn’t leave you ______, I’m always with you. I’m in your courage, your compassion, and your heart. When you need me I’ll always be here for you.”

“But you’re not, are you? You’re not here!”

“______,” He says his eyes going soft.

“You died and left me behind, and she-” I pause as I look back down at the sink before the words snake past my lips. “She sold me… Why would she do that?” I feel my bottom lip tremble making me clutch tighter to the sink my knuckles turning white. “What did I do to make her not want me anymore?”

You didn’t do anything _______, only she knows why she did what she did.”

“But I want to know, I need to know why she gave me up.” I finally look back up into the mirror and glancing into it see not only my grandfather, but also the reflection of Steve and my face blanches. I quickly whip around to see him standing in the doorway and my heart drops. “Wh-what are you doing in here?”

“I was worried about you,” He says as his blue eyes fill with concern, “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” I scoff as I reach up and wipe the tears from my eyes before I push past him back into my room.

“______,” He starts but I quickly stop him by holding up my hand to his face and saying, “Stop! Just don’t please,” I pull my hand away and start to walk to the other side of the room when I hear him say, “You know the best way to get over your demons is to talk to someone about them.”

“God dammit Steve, this has nothing to do with you! If I want to talk to someone then I will, but I don’t.”

“You don’t or you won’t?” Steve says and I freeze in my footsteps. I feel my anger rise in my chest as I turn back to him and say, “Why do you care?”

“_____,”

“No seriously, why do you care? Why do you want to know what haunts me?”

“I just don’t like to see anyone in pain; you’re Starks daughter, Howard’s Granddaughter that makes you like family to me.”

“Family?” I scoff at him before saying, “You don’t even know me Rogers; you just met me yesterday.”

“That’s all I need, from what I’ve seen you’re a good person who has had a relatively hard life and I just want to help.”

“I don’t want your dam help!” I yell out glaring at him as my eyes fight back tears. “I don’t want anyone’s help! I just wanna be left alone!” I scream out before I run from my room, down the stairs, and out the front door. I run across the icy snow bare foot and throwing myself into the barn yell out, “Jarvis close the doors and lock them, do not let anyone in!” As the doors close, I pace up and down the wide corridor my mind racing as it fills with a plethora of angry and judgmental voices from my past. I reach up and gripping tightly to the sides of my head, my fingers intertwining themselves in my hair.

“SHUT UP!” I yell out as I try to quiet the raging voices but they just intensify. Tears now pour from my eyes as I find myself collapsing to the hard floor. “Leave me alone!” I yell out over and over again in desperation. Suddenly I feel someone wrap their arms around me and I instantly panic as I try to push them away.

“It’s okay Stark, calm down!” I hear a familiar gravelly voice say and I freeze as I look up into his Icy blue eyes.

“Bucky?” I say questioningly as I stare at him in confusion. He gives me a reassuring smirk before he says, “Yeah, its Bucky.”

“Wha-Why are you in here? I told Jarvis to close the door.”

“Yeah about that, I owe you a door.” He says and I raise an eyebrow before I glance behind him to see that he had ripped one of the doors off its hinges.

“Seriously?” I ask as an involuntary chuckle escapes my lips.

“Yeah, well you were freaking out; and we were worried about you.”

“So you break my door?”

“Yeah, I’ll fix it I promise.”

“You bet you will,” I say as I pull away from him and sit back on my butt as I wipe tears away.

“There’s that smile I’ve grown to like,” he says and I suddenly realize that I am smiling. I reach up and gently touching my lips quickly throw the thought from my mind.

“What do you want Barnes,”

“And the bitch is back,”

“Wow really, I’m a bitch?”

“Well you are acting like one,” I open my mouth to argue but I can’t I have been acting rather bitchy, especially to Steve. “Look I don’t know what happened between you and Steve but he’s upset and I don’t like to see him upset. So tell me what happened.”

“Look before I say anything you have to understand something about me,”

“Okay,”

“I’ve been alone for a very long time and when I have an episode,”

“Episode?”

“I hear voices and have hallucinations; I see things and feel things that aren’t really there. Today I was feeling nostalgic so I went through my grandpa’s chest and then ended up seeing him. I was having a conversation with him and I was crying when Steve showed up. He’s the first person who has ever witnessed me during one of those moments and I freaked out. He tried to help me and I said some pretty hateful things.”

“Don’t you think you should tell him this?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know what to say honestly. I’m a crazy person who can be set off by literally everything; why do you think I choose machines over people?”

“I figured it was because you’re a Stark.”

“Well that’s only one reason,” I say as I let out a soft chuckle. “The best reason is because machines can’t hurt you.”

“Unless your father makes a murder-bot,”

“Thank you for the reminder Barnes,” I say as I narrow my eyes at him.

“What I meant was anything is capable of hurting you, now whether or not you allow it too is a different story.”

“When did you become so philosophical Barnes?”

“When I started getting my memory back after the whole HYDRA thing, I was a mess. I had so many memories and thoughts running throughout my head and there were times when I too had hallucinations. I had nightmares for months about killing Steve and having his blood drenched on my hands.” He stares down at his hands and I watch as his eyes go dark.

“How did you-”

“Steve helped me, I thought I needed to be alone but what I needed was my friend, and a little help from a new friend of ours Wanda.”

“Wanda?”

“Yeah she was with HYDRA temporarily, they did experiments on her and she became pretty powerful. She was able to help me quiet my mind and arrange my thoughts.”

“That was nice of her,”

“Yeah it was,” He says as he offers me a familiar smile.

“I don’t suppose she’d help me out?”

“You don’t need her,” he says as he reaches out and takes my hands in his. “You are stronger than I was.”

“Right,” I say sarcastically causing his grip to instantly tighten on my hands.

“Don’t sell yourself short Stark; you can do whatever you set your mind too. Plus you have me and Steve to help you out. You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

“But I don’t mind being alone, it’s safer that way.”

“That’s true, it is safer; but then you’ll be controlled by your fears and your memories for the rest of your life.”

“I hate you right now, but you’re right. If I ever want to move on I need to face my fears.”

“Pfft I’m always right.” He says as he pulls his hands away and chuckles.

“Uh huh, whatever you say Barnes.” I say as I smirk at him. “Thank you,”

“For?”

“Giving me a reality check, and also for saying you’ll be here; both you and Steve.”

“No problem, but you do need to talk to Steve, he’s a fragile little flower.”

“Okay now I know your being an asshole!” I say as a laugh escapes my lips making him smirk.

“That’s my job though,” He says as he forces himself to his feet and holds his hand out to me. I gulp down a breath of air as I reach up and let him pull me to my feet. “Alright, lets go talk to Stevie.” I instantly start bursting out laughing causing him to turn towards me with a confused look on his face.

“Do you seriously call him Stevie?”

“Hell yeah I do,”

“That’s awesome, that’s my new favorite thing about him.” I say as we walk side by side back to the house. 

Will Continue in ~ I Can’t Love ~

To thee who we have forgotten

An ode, a shout-out, a message to thee

Who have wronged us.


They always ask why.


A familiar nod to the those who introduced me to this amazing album, or this song, or this time of my life that I shall never forget. And I shall never forget it, you are always there.


A smile and a wistful sigh to the people I have spent time with, whom I loved and felt will always be there.

Until later when I realized I’m not always right, and when I had to flush you from my life. But the music and the memories stayed.


May you live on in my memory, perfect and wonderful, and may you live on outside them, and without me, and on your own fucking time because I’ve nothing left for you.

My memories were the best part of you, and I’ve kept them. I love who you were, always.

Don’t steal this nostalgia from me.

Peeves didn’t look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away, then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song.
“Loony, loopy Lupin,” Peeves sang. “Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin -”
Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect towards the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling.
“I’d take that gum out of the keyhole, if I were you, Peeves,” he said pleasantly. “Mr Filch won’t be able to get in to his brooms.”
[…] Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.
“This is a useful little spell,” he told the class over his shoulder. “Please watch closely.”
He raised the wand to shoulder height, said “Waddiwasi!” and pointed it at Peeves.
—  Remus “Peeves, you and I don’t need to play this game again” Lupin is such a reflection of Remus as he left in his 7th year. He’s casual and confident in an almost suave fashion, and it carries the voice of authority Prefect Lupin and now Professor Lupin are and were fully aware and in command of. It’s a little glimpse into the past for him, to when things weren’t so bad. But it should be noted that he is still very much a professor in this scene, and the confidence is not designed to be a reflection of the past but more a show of ability for his new students. As as much as it is a glimpse of the past, it comes through the window of the present and should not be looked upon as a singular example of Remus in his previous years.
The Middle: Alexis and Caleb

Alexis stared in her mirror unhappily. She had changed dresses six times at this point, discarding the ones she decided against on the floor. She didnt know why she cared so much, but she didnt want to look to prissy, or too slutty, or to childish. She finally settled one one and sighed, accepting the fact that she was incredibly nervous. It was like going on a first date. Except the pre judgement was already there to cut through. Picking up her purse, she walked out and locked the door, making her way to the lobby. “Caleb?” She called from behind him, seeing him there. She pressed her lips together and hoped for the best.

Send me 🔊 and I’ll put my music on shuffle and either use the title of the song or a lyric in the song in part of a starter!

He stared long and hard at his friend as they sat in the living room; she had been crying again because of some punks who made fun of her. She didn’t deserve any of that and Valon wanted to take revenge upon them. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting anyone who was close to the Aussie.

The biker sighed sharply. “Fuck all the negativity tha’ they spit, an’ always remember that they don’t know shit.”

4

Eggactly

Dear Maya
Last night I got together with old friends - most I hadn’t seen in 40 years. SO. MUCH. FUN! Some of us have aged more gracefully than others but I recognized most people. An old boyfriend came up and said “you still have the same beautiful eyes, You used to have a green sweater that matched them”. True story. AWWW! That brought tears to mine. He always had a thing about eyes. He made me a cassette tape once with Elton John “Your Song” & last night it was one of the many oldies they played. Sigh.,,, the memories!
We had a delicious brunch today before guests left town. Bloody Mary’s, my caramel sticky buns and bacon and eggs. It was just what we needed after a night of drinking! I love eggs. My favorite are the deviled ones…….Why does that not surprise you?
Now it’s AU promo week. This is EGGACTLY what we’ve been waiting for!


R: hi honey. Did you see the books I got?

K: Dude I love Dr. Seuss! Those books rock! But what’s with the eggs?

R: Well she can be such a picky eater. I thought if she read books about eggs then she might actually eat some.
That’s why I got us the Funny Food book. So we can make food fun.

K: “Us?” You mean “ME” ?

R: hey I cook breakfast sometimes!
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K: You do sweetie. The pancakes you made with the Mickey Mouse ears were adorable & she gobbled them up.

R: Breakfast is important and we can’t have her crying in her eggs.

K: honey they were too salty. That’s why she didn’t want to eat them. Just a grain of salt remember?

R: well maybe I’ll dye them green. Think she’d eat them?

K: I think that’s hysterical. It’s good to have fun with food. She likes those stuffed biscuits too

R: I’d like to stuff your biscuit. That sounds like fun

K: Omg! This is not about us dude! This is about little miss “needs to eat more than Fruit Loops”. Focus! This is important

R: I am totally focused on what’s important. My favorite breakfast is in BED. With you. With you as my breakfast.

K: OK one track. Maybe a midnight snack. I have to go do promo stuff. You still shopping again?

R: I get distracted honey! I walk past a store & there you are in all of your sexy gorgeousness and I just have to stop and stare
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K: HAHA. I need to get ready. I can’t throw just anything on. I’m picking things out very carefully today. How about your own private show later OK? I love you

R: I love how your mind works. Later beautiful. I love you more.


So sweet Maya,
The last song of the night was “Stairway to Heaven”. My favorite. Even if we don’t see some of these friends until our 50th reunion we will recognize one another by the same sparkle that was in our eyes when we met at 17.
You never forget the first time your eyes see that special someone. Despite the years that go by we know who our real friends are because our love for one another rings true. It’s going to be OK.

Special Friends: Chapter Fifteen

Um, so, I’m incredibly sorry that there’s been a two week gap between chapters. I suck, I know - please don’t yell at me. Anyway, here is chapter fifteen dear lord. Please don’t yell at me after reading either, there may be angst ahead.. and a lot more dialogue than I’m used to writing.

If you want the full on angst effect, click HERE, for the song that I was listening to whilst writing. Let me know what you think, as always!

“What?”
Stiles sighed heavily, his voice quiet and hoarse as he repeated his words in a broken whisper.
“Lydia, I can’t. I can’t do this - this thing with you anymore…’’
The girl frowned and dipped her head to hide her always expressive eyes from the boy. She sat in his lap, her legs on either side of his hips. Stiles felt her body tense on top of his own. The air was still and silent for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Lydia lifted her chin, allowing Stiles to meet her gaze. Her bottom lip was captured between teeth, her cheeks still flushed from his touch before.

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