i can listen to him saying coca cola all day long

Heart of gold

Theo Raeken

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Requested-Hey so I saw your post about your ask box, and I was wondering if I could request an imagine where Theo is insecure, because he sees how good the reader is. And he tries to prove he’s the best or he like distance himself. Sorry that was a long ask ._. Can you do an imagine were theo has a cruch on the reader and doesnt want to admit his feeling but the whole pack knows about his feelings towards reader ?

Warning- Theo being an ass lil bit of swearing 

Word Count-1,755

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a kind smart girl whom always saw the good in everyone, even in Theo. Yet there’s days where she questions why she likes Theo since he’s such an ass to her. Sometimes if she sat next to him he’d scoff and sit somewhere else, she never had to the courage to ask him why he was such a douche to her but didn’t want to anger him so she’d brush it off. The pack noticed that (Y/N) had a crush on Theo and Theo had a crush on (Y/N). Yet they were both clueless that they felt the same way for each other.

Theo Raeken he wasn’t a douche yet he acted like one whenever (Y/N) was around. Why does he act like a douche? Because he felt insecure around (Y/N) who’s heart was pure as gold someone who saw the good in others unlike Theo’s who heart was dark and built up these walls so that no one would hurt him nor judge him. He thought (Y/N) hated him because of what he’s done to the pack and his own sister but (Y/N) looked pass what’s he had done and just focused on the good in him. Or he’d even avoid her, if she enter the same room he was in he’d leave or ignore her.. he didn’t want to do it yet he somehow felt that if he was a complete dick to (Y/N) and ignored her presence his silly third grade crush would end yet that didn’t seem to work out.

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I’ll Never Forget You

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count  : 4 985
summary : Reader gets sent to 1994 PW with Kai. [fluff + angst]
note : the story continues in part II
 gif by lightwoodxalec

    “Wakey wakey.” said an unfamiliar male voice. “About time you woke up. Watching you drool on my favourite pillow – not a good way to start our friendship.”
Y/N shot up straight, looking around confused and instantly pulled away from the stranger. “Who are you ? Wh-where am I ?”
    “You are in my bed. Oh don’t give me that shocked look. Nothing happened – yet.” he smirked devilishly. “I brought you home after I found you laying on the ground not too far from here on my way from my shopping trip. I am still not sure you are real. Being all alone for such a long time can mess with your head –”
Y/N stared at him. Her new ‘friend’ had blue/gray eyes, brown hair, perfectly chiseled jaw and – was literally the hottest guy she had seen in her life. He was sitting half a metre away from her on the bed and was currently grinning which in a way was starting to creep her out, but on the other hand – his smile was like literal sunshine and she couldn’t help but smile for a moment too.
    “Hey, what year is in the real world ?” he asked. “I have been here all by myself for quite a while. Time started blurring into one endless sea of misery.”
    “What? What do you mean the ‘real world’?” she asked confused. “I am dreaming. I hit my head and I am probably in a coma somewhere because what you just said makes no sense.” 
Kai took the food tray from the nightstand and put it on her lap without taking his eyes off her. If he had counted correctly, he had been all by himself for about eleven or twelve years now. Finding her a few hours ago still felt completely surreal to him. His father would’ve never send anyone there to keep him company. Being trapped in a Prison World all alone for all eternity, unable to die no matter what he tried, had been his punishment for what he did on May 9th 1994. 
    “Yeah, a lot of things don’t make sense.” he trailed off. “You still haven’t told me your name, sweet cheeks.”
    “Y/N … and you are ??”
    “Right, sorry. Where are my manners?! I am Kai… Parker.” he smirked. “By your shocked expression I gather you have heard of me. How ?”
Y/N started to get up but he gripped her wrist and almost instantly she flinched in pain. Her eyes drifted to the place where he was holding her seeing a reddish glow coming from under his arm, then she glanced at him. The look on his face was a mix of shock, surprise and curiosity. She gripped his wrist, yanked herself free and ran outside in the hall locking the door with magic to buy herself some time. 
    “Stairs.” she muttered to herself, glancing in both ways. “Where are the stairs?!”
A few seconds later she was already running towards the door, almost jumping the stairs two at a time, and opened the door. ‘Voudoux.’ she heard him mutter behind her and a moment later she got pulled back. 
    “What the hell ?!” she groaned, grabbing the stair railing. 
    “Ahhh life is so much easier with magic, isn’t it Y/N.” said Kai tucking up his sleeve as he walked down the stairs with a grin on his face as he waved his hand, slamming the door shit. Instantly Y/N ran towards it, trying to open it again. "I juice boxed your magic earlier and let me tell you something, it feels amazing to be able to do spells again.”
    “D-don’t hurt me.“
    “I am not going to hurt you. Why would I hurt the other half of the population on this empty planet ?” he thought out loud. “Doesn’t really make sense.”
    “Please let me go, Malachai.” she put her hands on the door still trying to open it. A moment later he was right behind her, bracing his hands on either side of her body caging her in. His breath tickled her neck and her heart thumped like crazy, and the moment he touched her, she started to tremble. Not so much from fear as much from how gentle his touch was. A part of her had expected him to yank her back or something.
    “Hmmm… ” he stroked her hair. “Don’t ever call me by my full name unless you want to get hurt.” Kai snaked his hands around her waist and she turned around coming face to face with him. He looked at her all serious for a moment and cupped her face, smiling at her. “Don’t look so scared.” he said amused. “As long as you don’t run, call me by my full name or get me upset in any way – you are perfectly safe.”
    “Am I ?”
Kai hummed, took her hand and pulled her towards the couch in the living room. He was dying to find out who his new friend was. How she had gotten there and maybe, just maybe become friends with her because being all alone was turning into a burden now and he could barely stand it anymore.
    “You are a witch. Now I know for sure my father didn’t send you here.” he pushed her down on the couch. “Who are you and what did you do to get yourself sent to a magical Prison with a murderous sociopath ? Must’ve been pretty awful.”
    “None of your business.” she snapped, rubbing her wrist. Damn, he had a tight grip.  “Why don’t you tell me where we are since you were here first ?”
Kai studied her face for a long moment trying to make a decision and sat next to her. “Alright. Since you are the girl , I’ll bite.” he smiled at her. ”This is my childhood home. You are in Portland , Oregon. Stomping grounds of Courtney love, Tonya Harding and tons of other awesome people and its May 10th 1994. It has been May 10th 1994 on a repeating loop for about ten? Twelve years ? Like I said before, after a while time blurs together.”
A few minutes passed in complete silence as she processed what he had just said. Growing up she had heard the story or more heard of it. Her parents were also coven leaders in Oregon, same as his, but she had been too young at the time and all they had told her and her brothers was that some boy from the Gemini had done something awful and they had sent him away where he could never hurt anyone.
    “It’s 2007. In the real world.” she said quietly.
    “Ahhh she speaks. Finally.” he grinned. “It’s just you and me by the way. We are literally the only two people in the whole planet. You know, it is so exciting to finally be able to show this place to someone. Usually my family keeps to itself and not many people outside the Gemini come to –”
    “Do you have anything to eat?” she asked suddenly. “Something sugary ? I am feeling kind of – lightheaded. Don’t suppose you have chocolate around here or I don’t know cupcakes or something ?”
    “You like cupcakes too ? Awesome !” he put his hand on her hip and grinned at her. “You stay here. I’ll go grab you something sweet from the kitchen and maybe later we can make some cupcakes.”
Y/N watched him walk out of the living room and into the hallway towards kitchen, listening to to his footsteps. As soon as they stopped she got up as quickly and quietly as she could and ran towards the window, hoping it might be a way out.
    “You are so predictable.” said Kai, leaning against the door frame with a can coca-cola in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other. “Did you really think I didn’t think of putting a boundary spell ? Seems excessive, I know but I just want to talk to someone, you know. I’ve been in complete isolation for over a decade. And you don’t want to be all by yourself, trust me. It might sound fun but it is not, specially when there is no way to change it. And trust me, I’ve tried.”
Y/N ran her fingers through her hair, took a step towards him and stumbled over for a second, feeling dizzy. Kai was quick enough to catch her and help her to the couch before handing her the chocolate bar and the cola.
    “Thanks.” she smiled for a second, taking a sip. 
    “Now aren’t you happy I put a boundary on the house and you didn’t fall through the window ?”
    “Shut up.” she rolled her eyes, taking a bite from the chocolate. Kai laughed under his breath and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “Why are you being so nice ? Like – you could’ve let me fall back there but you didn’t.”
    “Eat your chocolate.” he said, closing his eyes for a moment. “You know, when the day is over I do hope you chose to stay here. It would be nice not to be alone. I might be rusty on face to face interactions but you seem fun. Or annoying. I can’t make up my mind yet.”
    “You are giving me a choice ?”
    “Yeah.” he gave her a small smile. “Anyways, don’t you want to hear my story now that you are not all lightheaded, low blood sugary and all?”
Y/N studied his face. Was he really giving her a choice or was that a trick ? There was a large part of her that believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt her. He had sounded so honest, but the other half was worried he had been lying. Not that it mattered. Her family had sent her away. There was no one coming to get her and spending eternity alone did sound awful.
    “I know the story. You killed your siblings and then they sent you here as a punishment.” 
    “Technically, yes. That is true but it’s not the full story.”
    “Enlighten me then.”
Kai grinned. “Someone’s curiosity won over huh. Awesome! Where should I start ? I guess you know I am a Gemini, obviously. Anyways, in my coven’s tradition after the 22nd birthday of the twins there is this merge ceremony where the twins merge their strength and the stronger one wins, the weaker one dies. I was supposed to merge with my twin sister, but my father had other ideas. See, I was born without my own magic which when my parents found out made me the defective twin in their eyes, the abomination. No one in my family understood what it was like, being a siphoner, so… they isolated me. I couldn’t even touch anyone. Everyone would always flinch or run away. That screwed me up big time.” he swallowed hard. “Not too long after my 22nd birthday I figured out my father’s plan and needless to say I didn’t handle by anger the best way.”
Y/N couldn’t help but notice how his voice nearly broke while he told her his story and unless she was imagining it, his eyes were a little more watery than they should’ve been. Clearly his parents’ attitude towards him had hurt him. Who wouldn’t that hurt, right ? When the people who are supposed to love you no matter what decide you are not worth it because you are born different, it hurts. 
    “And your family sent you here –?”
    “My father – my father sent me here.” he swallowed hard. “He treated me like trash for 22 years and then sent me away. The coven always came first no matter what, as if his children didn’t even matter.” he trailed off.
    “You know, I understand it, I think. I mean obviously they shouldn’t have treated you differently. Being born without your own magic doesn’t mean you are less than everyone else and not being able to touch anyone – ”
    “You really think so or are you lying to get me to trust you.” he wondered, studying her face carefully. 
    “Paranoid much ?” she teased, running her fingers through her hair. “I’m not lying. I know what it is, sort of. After this car accident when my older brother, who was supposed to be the next coven leader, got killed because of me, my parents practically locked me in my room for a whole year before they sent me here after I tried to bring him back from the Other Side. Which resulted in my father almost dying, you know nature demanding balance and all.”
    “That’s how you got yourself sent here?” he asked a little surprised. “You tried fixing something and got punished for it ?”
Y/N swallowed hard and nodded. There was more to it, but now wasn’t the time to tell. “I guess I deserved it. I mean – I did get myself in quite the mess for someone my age. Expression is pure darkness and –” she sighed. “Could’ve been a lot worse I guess. I could’ve been trapped here all by myself.”
    “Are they coming to get you any time soon or ?”
    “Who knows.” she shrugged her shoulders. “They didn’t even tell me I was being sent away. Last thing I remember before waking up in your bed is going to sleep in mine. I guess they drugged me or wiped my memory or something. There are all those white spots in it – ”
    “You can stay. If you want.” he said hopefully. “I mean, I know I trapped you here and probably scared the living daylights out of you but –”
    “For now.” she smiled. Kai smiled nervously at her. “But we are sleeping in separate rooms.”
    “Jeez, suck the fun right out of it won’t ya.” he laughed. “Fine. Pick your room, little witch.”


Living all alone with Kai in the Prison World was both exciting and a little scary sometimes… though not in the traditional sense of the world. They had their bad days where he’d wake up in a mood and nothing she did or said could fix it but only escalate things and sometimes in his anger, he ended up siphoning her without her consent. After that happened a couple of times, Y/N decided to steer clear from him whenever he was in a mood and as the months passed, those moods rarely happened. However there were days when they still fought… until a few months ago when they found a new outlet for their frustration. Contrary to what both of them had agreed on their first day together, Kai slept wherever she did and at first he had scared her out of her mind sneaking into her bed in the middle of the night, wondering why she always sleeps with the lamp on. Then later on he had told her how after all this time spend all by himself, he didn’t like sleeping alone. A part of her wondered if maybe he was scared she’d leave and not tell him, but after a few weeks together it became clear to both of them that’s not going to happen,ever. 
Turned out they had a lot of things in common (similar music/book/movie taste) and enjoyed a lot of the same activities like cooking and karaoke, but also when it came to their families. To both their parents the coven’s future always came first, over their own children, and every time Kai got a little extra curious about it, Y/N would just change the subject, which made him wonder what she wasn’t telling him.
Kai liked having her around, listening to her laugh and talk and after eleven months spent together he couldn’t imagine his life without her. There had never had someone like her in his life. Someone who doesn’t treat him differently for what he is and wasn’t judging him what he had done even though the aftermath was right before her eyes every time she walked downstairs. Somehow Y/N had become the most important person in his life and even though he didn’t understand what all those emotions he felt towards her meant, he knew it to be true and often wondered if he was just as important to her. He also knew that if he ever got the chance to get out there was no way he’d leave her behind. 

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    “Y/N ? Come on, you’ll miss the sunset.” called out Kai, walking into her room. He could hear the shower running and by the looks of it, she hadn’t heard him calling for her. A sigh left his lips and he tossed himself on her bed, feeling something hidden under the covers. “What the ..?”
Kai reached under the blanket and pulled out a small notebook with hardcovers – her diary. He had seen her multiple times writing and had always wondered what she was writing about and now had the chance to find out, though for a moment he hesitated. Y/N was barely a few metres away in the shower, she could walk in on him at any moment and for sure she’d get upset with him, but the temptation was too big for him to resist. Kai scooted up on the bed, resting his back against the headboard and opened the cover, trailing his fingertips on the first page. There it was – her beautiful handwriting, but it wasn’t just that. 
    “Wow…“ he smiled to himself and flipped to the next page. Her diary was mostly sketches and scribbles with small text bubbles here and there, mostly random thoughts or song quotes. A lot of the sketches were sceneries – his house from the front yard or that small fountain a few houses down the street where they had spent a couple of hours a few weeks ago (because it had a pool). But mostly it was sketches of him – his face when he smiles or laughs, smirks or … as he realised, when he was looking at her. Kai trailed the image with his fingertips, his smile getting a little wider. Damn. he mouthed, flipping page after page until he stumbled upon a couple of pages of full writing. His eyes scanned the text and a couple sentences caught his attention.
Y/N had spared him some of the details from her childhood, which in a way resembled his except there had been at least one person who cared about her enough to protect her – her older brother. He wondered why she wouldn’t trust him enough to share her full story with him, seeing how they had gotten really close during the past few months and flipped another page, instantly sitting up, holding her diary in his hands with a smile on his face.

“Dear Diary,

I have to say – my parents’ idea of punishment clearly differs from mine. How can they think sending me here is a punishment ?! I mean, yeah, if I was all by myself, it probably would have been, but I have Kai… and even though some days he is annoying as hell, gets on my nerves and pushes every single button there is, I love having him around and having him in my life. He might not understand it yet, emotions and all, but I think he cares about me as much as I care about him. Every day with him is an adventure and I am happy I chose to stay that first day. I am happy I get to spend every day with him, even the days when we fight because it means this is all real. Life is not all unicorns and rainbows (not that there are any unicorns or rainbows anywhere around here, seeing how we are stuck on a repeating loop of an annoyingly sunny May 10th 1994)…  
I don’t think I would’ve liked being here if it wasn’t for him and if one day someone comes to get me, they’d be dragging me away kicking and screaming because there is no way I’d leave him behind. How can I ? Kai became my best friend (well, a little more than a friend in the past few months), the most important person in my life and I think I may be fa–”

    “What are you doing ?!“  she exclaimed, holding her towel with one hand, reaching for her diary with the other.
    “I can explain.“ he gulped, glancing between the diary in his hands and Y/N. Her hair was dripping down her towel and onto the floor, but he didn’t mind mas he usually would. "And why not ?” he asked, putting his feet on the ground. “You are a great artist by the way. Why do you keep drawing me so often ?”
Y/N clenched her jaw, put her diary under the pillow and grabbed his hand starting to pull him up. Instead he pulled her onto the bed and rolled on top of her, wondering how the sentence he had started to read ended. His friend tried to push him off but he gripped her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head.
    “None of your business. How did you even find it and why did you decide that you have the right to read it ? It’s private –“
    “I didn’t look for it. It found me.” he smiled at her. “You are really bad at hiding things. Same as with running and playing hide and seek. I find you in a couple of minutes. It’s like you don’t even try.”
    “Malach–“ she said through gritted teeth and instantly his eyes lit up in flames. His lips crashed against hers, just like every time she called him that the past few weeks, and his grip on her tightened, not realising jow in his anger he had siphoned her for a few moments. "Stop kissing me when I am upset with you!”
    “Hey, not my fault you used my full name –“
    “You can’t invade my privacy like that !”
    “I think we are past the ‘privacy’ invasion, sweet cheeks.” he smirked at her, gazing into her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about your parents?“ Was he imaging it or her eyes had started to water the moment he had mentioned her parents ? "You said you had gotten a ‘taste’ of what it’s like being isolated, but it didn’t seem like it judging by what you had written. Did they really lock you away in the basement or the attic whenever you messed up? That must’ve been hard. Being all alone in the dark…” he thought out loud. “Explains why you can’t sleep with the lamp turned off, or without that stuffed toy you had in your backpack when I found you. Well, slept. Now you have me to cuddle.”
Y/N pressed her lips together, trying hard not to start crying in that exact second. A large part of her childhood memories had been painful, yes … and even thinking about them made her feel like she was back there … all alone, cuddled up in the corner of the basement or the attic. Her parents had always put her older brother first, seeing how he was supposed to be the leader of the coven, and had been strict as Hell with her and her younger brother. After the accident things had gotten out of control and her parents had blamed it all on her, as if she had been driving the car that hit theirs, completely ignoring the fact she had almost died too. And in the end they had decided to get rid of her for good, by banishing her in the Prison World.
    “Get out. Now.“ she said through tears. ”Leave or I will make you leave.”
Kai pulled away, realising his mistake too late. Y/N hadn’t been as upset about him reading her diary, checking out her sketches –
    “Y/N, I –“ he started.
    “Motus.” she muttered, pushing him out of the room until his back hit the wall on the other end of the hallway and he slipped down to the ground. Last thing Kai saw before she flicked her wrist and slammed the door shut with magic was his only friend starring at him with pain in her eyes.
For a few minutes after the door slammed shut, Y/N just sat there starring at the door remembering the look on Kai’s face. He had looked so broken and obviously he hadn’t expected her to get upset about it. A part of her knew he hadn’t meant to hurt her that he had just be curious about it, the other felt more broken than angry. Her eyes closed and she felt tears streaming down her cheeks while her mind took her back to the time she had been 7 years old and her father had yanked her away from the front yard. She and her older brother had been chasing each other around that and she had accidentally tackled him on the ground. He had hit his head, hard, and later on turned out he had a concussion. Even though it had been an accident and her brother had protested they don’t touch her or punish her in any way, Y/N had spent most of the day and nearly the entire night locked away until her older brother had sneaked out of his room to come get her.
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Kai sat on the floor by her door, listening to her crying while trying to figure out how he had managed to mess things up so badly this time. No one had ever said he is the most important person to them and now … he was terrified things between them had been broken beyond repair. He wanted to make things right, to apologise but every time he knocked on the door and called out for her, there was no answer. Yet he didn’t give up and kept trying.
    “Y/N ?“ he knocked on the door again about 40 minutes after she had kicked him out. “Please, open the door.”
    “Go away.“ she shouted. A sight left his lips and his lips curled into a small smile. That was progress, at least she was speaking to him. Even if those were the only two words she had said to him in the past hour. "Please, let me in. I can’t stand listening to you cry –”
    “Then you shouldn’t have done what you did.“
    “I know. I am sorry. It’s never going to happen again, I promise.” he pleaded with her. “I will never touch your diary again, I will never say a word about –”
    “You think that’s what I am upset about ?“ she put her hands on the door loudly, almost sounding as a bang. "You reading my diary ? No. I am upset about what you said –”
    “You know I say things without thinking. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never meant to hurt you.“ he placed his hand on the door, unknowingly placing it at the same spot her hand was on the other side. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I just … Please, open the door. We can go for ice cream or make cupcakes. Whatever you decide. Let me make it right.”
A few long moments passed and he heard her start to unlock the door, instantly he got up. Then the weirdest thing happened and he heard her scream.
    “N-no! No, let me go !“ she shouted, her feet kicking at the door. ”Let go off me ! Kai ! I have to say –”
    “Y/N ? Let you go ? W-what are you talking about ?“ asked Kai confused, putting his hand on the doorknob, which was still locked. For a few moments it sounded as if things were being broken in the room, her voice muffled by something and then – nothing. He called out for her a few times and when he couldn’t hear any sounds coming from the inside anymore, he flicked his wrist unlocking the door with magic and stepped inside. His eyes widened at the sight before him – her nightstand lamp had been knocked on the floor, glass shattered everywhere and the window was open. Had the window been open before ? He couldn’t remember or think in that moment.
    “Y/N ?” he called out for her, running into the bathroom looking for her. He looked everywhere but there was no trace of her. Or the backpack she had had when she had first arrived. However when he reached under the pillow – there it was, her diary. Kai tried a locator spell, hoping that maybe she was somewhere outside and he’d find her, because he knew she wouldn’t leave. Not without him. There was a flicker for a moment and then – nothing. As if she had just blinked out of existence… and then it hit him. Someone had come to get her. His jaw clenched and in the next few moments the wall got redecorated where he punched it with his fist, his screams filling in the empty house. He was all alone again and –
    “I didn’t get to say goodbye.“ he whispered, sitting on the ground next to her bed holding onto her diary as if his life depended on it. “I didn’t get to say goodbye.”




The Entertainer

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game, you’ll forget my name
And I won’t be here in another year
If I don’t stay on the charts

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Songs mentioned in this chapter:
Jefferson Starship - Miracles
Harry Nilsson - Everybody’s Talkin’
Foghat - Slow Ride
Queen - Killer Queen

Track 05 - It’s Always Been About The Music

Despite the thick, green motel room curtains, I could tell the sun shone brightly outside. I wiped my eyes and rolled over. Harry was still asleep, lying on his stomach, his plump lips puffing out quick breaths as he dreamed. I stared at him for a while before carefully rising from the bed and grabbing my pajamas that had been discarded the night before. I slipped them on and tip toed to the bathroom. When I finished, I snuck another peek at Harry to find him still snoozing, so I quietly unzipped my bag to pull out my toothbrush. In the middle of brushing, I jumped when I heard Harry curse.

“Aw fuck!”

“Whath wrog?” I asked, my mouth full of toothpaste.

“’s after ten!”


“So, we were leaving at ten.”

I turned around and spit into the sink.

“Who’s we? The band?”

“Yeah. Bloody hell.” Harry grabbed the phone on the nightstand and asked the operator for the number to another motel I’d never heard of.

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Falling For You (read on ao3)

It was a chilly Friday afternoon when Gansey announced that they would be going on a quest this  weekend.

Ronan, Adam and Noah were squished together on the old battered sofa at Monmouth while Gansey blabbered on about the magical artifacts he expected to find in a forest, just south of Henrietta. Gansey looked like a crazy professor with his leather bound journal, glasses and elaborate hand gestures. His eyes were shining with excitement but it wasn’t reflected back at him from his three students.

Ronan had long stopped listening to Gansey’s rambling, instead he focused on Parrish who was sitting next to him, so close that Ronan could feel his body pressing against his from head to toe.

Adam wasn’t clad in his usual coca cola shirt, instead he was wearing a washed-out light green one. It complimented his tanned skin and made the freckles on the bride of his nose and his cheeks stand out even more.

He looked nice. Friends can say that about each other, right? No big deal. Ronan can admit that Parrish has nice eyes or beautiful hands with long elegant fingers without it having to mean anything.

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Noir Nocturne Part 1 Chapter 16 At the Movies (with so much love for the RG)

The rest of the bus trip was uneventful. Claire pointed out a bowling alley, pawn shop, and assorted other establishments for the duration of their journey. They heard the driver shout “This is you lady!” over his shoulder and followed her down the steps and out onto the large forecourt of the most extraordinary building. It was fashioned as a massive Chinese pagoda with enormous columns by the front doors topped with stylized masks of drama and comedy looking out over the entryway.

“Are ye sure this is the place Mistress?” Angus asked, sounding a bit nervous to Claire.

“Yes, it is used to premier motion pictures and all the Hollywood stars come in their finery to see and be seen. I think it is enchanting. Look at the dragon painted over the doorway! Picture Shows don’t look like this at home, I can assure you of that, although there are some lovely theaters. There is an Egyptian themed one as well not too far away. I hope it’s not too dear for a matinee though. Let me check at the box office.”

The men stayed near the curb and watched her walk up to a barely visible lady seated behind a glass window. Claire imagined that they were a tad overwhelmed at the foreignness of the décor. How does one go about explaining cultures so vastly different than one’s own? Frank would have known, but better not to think of him just now.

She found out that it was prohibitively expensive and the show didn’t start for another hour. That would not do. “I beg your pardon, I hope you don’t find this incredibly rude, but is there a smaller Cinema nearby with something that starts earlier?” she asked.

Grauman’s was showing Hell’s Angels with an endless list of prologue items, even for a matinee. She had loved the picture, and thought the men would like all the flying bits eventually, but as it was also about WW1, it felt unkind to expose them to more on that just yet. Besides, they wouldn’t be home in time for dinner, not an impression she wanted to make on their first day.

“Not at all dearie, not at all. The Ritz is right around the corner down that way. They have Lon Chaney’s talkie The Unholy Three starting in about fifteen minutes. You be sure to come back and see us though, only theater in the city with air conditioning!” the lady smiled, having given her sales pitch and pointed in a westerly direction.

Claire went back to the men and apologized for bringing them here first. “I had no idea how much it would cost, it was nearly five dollars, apiece! That’s well out of our budget lads. Come along, she told me where we could go instead.”

“Dinna fash, I didna like the looks of the place anyway.” Angus said, hoping to win a smile but also sincerely uncomfortable with the foreboding exterior.

The Ritz was much more familiar to Claire. The standard marquee and movie posters outside, with a doorman in a bellhop’s uniform at the glass front doors, who directed them to the interior box office. To the left of the entryway was a concessions area. Roasted peanuts, popcorn, Coca Cola, and assorted candies were on display under a row of glass cabinets.

She purchased their tickets and told them to get some snacks at the counter with their change. She didn’t coach them, hoping they were catching on to how the money worked. It was easy enough, pennies and then all fives and tens.  

The theater was beautifully decorated in the art deco style, all swirls, intricate lines and gilt, maroon carpeting woven through with lines of black. It had a balcony that was accessed by an elaborate staircase behind the ticket seller. It was lit by torchier wall lamps every few feet that gave off a warm amber glow.

“I think we should watch from the balcony, that way we hopefully won’t disturb others if you have questions or need to use the restroom.” Claire decided for them after noting the number of people already seated on the main floor.

“What’s a restroom then?” Murtagh puzzled while juggling his concessions in his hands and walking up the stairs beside her. He finally stuck his candy in one pocket and placed a small bag of peanuts in his other one.

Claire tried to control the laugh that was bubbling up, but it was impossible. “Well, it’s a bathroom, a privy, the head, the room where they keep the public toilets. Honestly, you can’t pee on walls or in the streets or yards here. It would be a very bad thing.” She covered her mouth with her hand and bit her lip to get control of herself. The oddest things struck her as amusing about this situation.

She was very excited to watch their reactions to all that they were going to see and hear in the next few hours. Of all the things that she had or would be introducing them to, this was probably her favorite. She had missed the escapism so much during the war and often thought if she had had that few hours at least once or twice a month it might have gone a long way towards making the entire experience more bearable.

They took their seats in the nearly empty balcony, with Jamie on her right and Murtagh on her left. Dougal and Angus sat immediately behind them. Their view of the screen was a good one, as the balcony itself extended to just behind the tenth row of seating below them. The lights flashed and she explained that it meant the entertainment was about to begin, whispering to indicate that is what they should do. She took a handful of popcorn from Jamie’s box, squeezed his arm and said happily “Here we go!”

The first images were of a trailer for All Quiet on the Western Front. All the men gasped simultaneously, looking to her, then back at the screen, then back to her. She felt Murtagh lean as far back in his seat as he possibly could, as if he was trying to escape. Jamie did the complete opposite, leaning forward and looking as if he wanted to reach out and touch the giant faces.

She doubted they were even understanding what they were seeing in the trailer. They were much too enraptured with the moving images and the music and voices. She took several pieces of the popcorn in her hand and placed them gently in Jamie’s gaping open mouth, before turning to Murtagh and placing a gentle hand upon his arm.

“Is it always so very loud Mrs.?” Murtagh said grimacing at her. She nodded and gave him a reassuring smile.

Dougal and Angus must have been struck dumb, for they issued not a sound beyond their initial gasps. The Coming Soon card came up and then a Movietonews newsreel came on regarding the upcoming Los Angeles construction for the 1932 Olympics. This was followed by a British produced newsreel, delayed somewhat, showing the Trooping of the Colors.

There was some grumbling from behind and a mmph from Murtagh at the sight of the troops and the English accented voice over, but they didn’t ask questions, so she thought she would save comments on it until much later.

“Tis a form of magic, it must be.” Dougal whispered in her ear when it was finished. She shushed him, saying that he should just keep watching and try to listen to what was being said.

Next came a cartoon with singing animals, a randy sailor and his lady love. Jamie, who couldn’t follow a tune, appeared quite scandalized by the subject matter of the lyrics and the antics on screen. When Barnacle Bill the Sailor left the lady to her own devices after the suggestion of intimacy, he turned to Claire with eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline, frowning and narrowing his eyes.

“Sassenach! Should ye be seeing this?” was all he managed to sputter out in the face of her complete disregard for what he thought was an improper subject for a lady.

“Hush Jamie, it’s just pictures drawn by artists with people supplying the voices. Children see these all the time.”

“I ken it isna real, but still…Weans see these? Tis outrageous, is what that is.” He huffed, his accent noticeably thicker, indicating his emotional reaction.

“Murtagh and Angus were laughing Jamie, and so was I, if you hadn’t noticed. Perhaps we will have to discuss the mores of the twentieth century later? For now, please try to relax and enjoy the movie that is coming next. It’s a drama, but it takes place in modern day. If you find you don’t like the story being told, study it for what it can teach you about these times. We won’t be able to stay for the second picture they will show after this one. Mrs. Bartlett would not appreciate us being late.”

“Murtagh pass Jamie the peanuts, shelling them will give him something to do with his hands while he calms down” she whispered to him while taking the popcorn box from Jamie and passing it to Dougal.

The four of them had purchased candy but seemed to have forgotten all about it. She demonstrated cracking open the peanuts and popped two in her mouth, preventing her from saying something she might regret to Jamie about taking things too seriously.

“Jamie drink your Cola, you’ll feel better with all that sugar in you” she said grinning a moment later, laying her head on his shoulder when the movie started.


Loathing [b.b] (5/10)

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Series Title: Loathing (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x female!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, mentions of Sam Wilson
Warnings: Alternate Universe, minor swearing
Word Count: 2,867
Requested: No
Short Description: You try to process the news Steve gave you as Bucky tries to figure out how to tell you himself; not realising that you already know he’s in love with you. Nat sets you up on a blind date with another guy and it doesn’t go the way you expected it too.

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name

Bucky told me he was in love with you.” Steve had told you, smiling giddily. Obviously, he was drunk. “I have no idea why I hadn’t suspected it.” Steve went on, still looking satisfied with himself. “I mean, he’s always been protective of you. Despite all of the constant tormenting, of course.” 

“Stevie, I think you’re drunk.” You told your older brother gently, brows folded together with concern. “Bucky isn’t in love with me. I mean, you have to be pretty damn drunk to think that he is.” You added, mostly to yourself as you pondered it over.

“He admitted it just three days ago!” Steve exclaimed, looking offended that you would assume he was lying. His brows were pulled together as he looked you up and down, shaking his head slightly as if he couldn’t believe you. The sight was humorous, but you didn’t feel amused. “Three! That’s like… one more than two.” He added, looking cross with you.

This reaction was even more comical, but you weren’t in the mood to smile at that point. “Steve…” you said his name, annunciating the syllable very carefully as you forced him to pay meticulous attention to your words. “I think you’ve told me something that you weren’t supposed to.” You told him in a cautious tone. “If you’re sure that what you’re saying is true.”

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There once was a boy named Gimmesome Roy. He was nothing like me or you.
‘Cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.
As a kid, he sat in the cellar, sniffing airplane glue.
And then he smoked bananas – which was then the thing to do.
He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, breathed helium on the sly,
And his life was just one endless search to find that perfect high.
But grass just made him want to lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
And the great things he wrote while he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.
And speed just made him rap all day, reds just laid him back,
And Cocaine Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.
He tried PCP and THC, but they didn’t quite do the trick,
And poppers nearly blew his heart and mushrooms made him sick.
Acid made him see the light, but he couldn’t remember it long.
And hashish was just a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong,
And Quaaludes made him stumble, and booze just made him cry,
Till he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high.
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Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat who lived up in Nepal,
High on a craggy mountaintop, up a sheer and icy wall.
“But hell,” says Roy, “I’m a healthy boy, and I’ll crawl or climb or fly,
But I’ll find that guru who’ll give me the clue as to what’s the perfect high.”
So out and off goes Gimmesome Roy to the land that knows no time,
Up a trail no man could conquer to a cliff no man could climb.
For fourteen years he tries that cliff, then back down again he slides
Then sits – and cries – and climbs again, pursuing the perfect high.
He’s grinding his teeth, he’s coughing blood, he’s aching and shaking and weak,
As starving and sore and bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak.
And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in perfect repose and wearing no clothes – sits the godlike Baba Fats.

“What’s happening, Fats?” says Roy with joy, “I’ve come to state my biz.
I hear you’re hip to the perfect trip. Please tell me what it is.
For you can see,” says Roy to he, “that I’m about to die,
So for my last ride, Fats, how can I achieve the perfect high?”
“Well, dog my cats!” says Baba Fats. “here’s one more burnt-out soul,
Who’s looking for some alchemist to turn his trip to gold.
But you won’t find it in no dealer’s stash, or on no druggist’s shelf.
Son, if you would seek the perfect high – find it in yourself.”

“Why, you jive motherfucker!” screamed Gimmesome Roy, “I’ve climbed through rain and sleet,
I’ve lost three fingers off my hands and four toes off my feet!
I’ve braved the lair of the polar bear and tasted the maggot’s kiss.
Now, you tell me the high is in myself. What kind of shit is this?
My ears 'fore they froze off,” says Roy, “had heard all kind of crap,
But I didn’t climb for fourteen years to listen to that sophomore rap.
And I didn’t crawl up here to hear that the high is on the natch,
So you tell me where the real stuff is or I’ll kill your guru ass!”

“Ok, OK,” says Baba Fats, “you’re forcing it out of me.
There is a land beyond the sun that’s known as Zaboli.
A wretched land of stone and sand where snakes and buzzards scream,
And in this devil’s garden blooms the mystic Tzu-Tzu tree.
And every ten years it blooms one flower as white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzu-Tzu flower will know the perfect high.
For the rush comes on like a tidal wave and it hits like the blazing sun.
And the high, it lasts a lifetime and the down don’t ever come.
But the Zaboli land is ruled by a giant who stands twelve cubits high.
With eyes of red in his hundred heads, he waits for the passers-by.
And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the River of Slime,
Where the mucous beasts, they wait to feast on those who journey by.
And if you survive the giant and the beasts and swim that slimy sea,
There’s a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards that Tzu-Tzu tree.”
“To hell with your witches and giants,” laughs Roy. “To hell with the beasts of the sea.
As long as the Tzu-Tzu flower blooms, some hope still blooms for me.”
And with tears of joy in his snow-blind eye, Roy hands the guru a five,
Then back down the icy mountain he crawls, pursuing that perfect high.

“Well, that is that,” says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone,
Facing another thousand years of talking to God alone.
“It seems, Lord”, says Fats, “it’s always the same, old men or bright-eyed youth,
It’s always easier to sell them some shit than it is to give them the truth.”

—  Shel Silverstein’s “The Perfect High” 

snapped-chopstick  asked:

Hey cutie! Can I get some kiridai x fem reader fluff? With exams coming up I really use the stress relief. Thanks love!


Anyway, I hope your exams went well~!


‘Cuddle with me s/o.’ Hanamiya stated and you only looked at him speechless. After a big shock nervousness took over your body and you thought about every nasty thing he wanted to do to you tonight, but before you could reject his offer and run away to another country, he put his muscular arms around your body and squeezd  it GENTLY. 

Your body froze as your breath stucked in your throat. You felt small drops of sweat on your forehead when he moved his head and put it on your stomach. 

‘So, w-what’s up?’ You tried to chill out make yourself comfortable. 

It wasn’t your fault, Hanamiya wasn’t exacly a lovely-doney type. He was a rough partner most of the time, although you loved him to the moon and back. Despite his difficult personality, you just knew he loved you too. 

‘Are you perhaps stressed? Don’t be, I’m not planning anything evil tonight.’ He told you and kissed your belly, then he kissed your throat and after that he left several sweet kisses on your face. It was unusual, but made your heart skipped faster than ever. 

'I love you.’ You said before you could stop yourself. Your face became red, making him chuckle. 

’…I love you too.’ He whispered in your ear with almost invisible smile. 

You were aware of the fact that situation like that one won’t be happening anytime soon, but you couldn’t help but enjoy your little heaven with Makoto, your lover.


'I can’t wait to see them live!’ You said, holding your boyfriend’s hand tighlty in your smaller one. He smirked at your exitement and checked out your beautiful, bare legs. When you noticed it, you scolded him and then you went to get your tickets checked by security. Hara bought them for your two-years anniversary. At first no one believed that you would last that long, but you did, and you couldn’t be more happier. He was too, and he knew that he won’t let you go in the near future.

'Well, I’m exited too. Their new album is really good.’ He said, squeezing your hand. He was afraid that you would lost each other in the crowd.

'Look! They are coming!’ You exclaimed upon seeing the band.


Concert was amazing for the two of you, since music was one of your hobbies, and you always enjoyed being with each other. It was also one of the most romantic dates, you never thought, you will have with him. You danced to a few songs, hugged and kissed. It was magical, just like your weird and crazy relationship. Yes, it had upsides down too, but you didn’t care at all. You were sure, that you would work everything out.

'Did you like the show, my lady?’ Hara asked, putting his arm around your shoulder.

'It was very pleasent, my lord. I hope we can repeat it sometime soon.’ You said, clutching to his warm body.

'We will see.’ He said and kissed you deeply, making you blush.

'Wait, did you just steal my bubble gum?’ You asked annoyed by that fact. He only laughed at your comment and started to run away from you.



‘You suck at this.’ Furuhashi laughed at your pathetic tries to beat him in your favourite game. 

'No, you suck!’ You playfully sticked out your tongue on him, jumping on his lap as his pad slipped out of his hands, making you a winner. 'I WON! LO-SE-R!’ You screamed, jumping happily with a big grin on your face. 

'You cheated.’ He said with a smirk and quickly put you on his lap once again.

'Pfff, you just can’t face the fact that you are loser~!’ You laughed and tried to escape from his grasp, without any results. 'Let me go you…-you very mean person!’ You suddenly blushed at your stupidy and you wanted to just hide somwhere and die peacefully.

'Mean person? Oh God, your insults are so lame!’ Your beloved laughed and started tickling you, making you beg for mercy. But he being a complete sadist, didn’t realese so only making you giggle harder and harder. 

'Koujirou, I ca–n’t bre-th-e!’ You stomach hurt as well as your face. 'I WILL NEVER CHEAT AGAIN, I SWEAR!’ He unexpectedly stopped touching your sides, but silly and dangerous smiled appeared on his face. 

You were getting a little nervous, your boyfriend had a lot of stupid ideas in his head, he was always full of surprises, which weren’t always safe or comfortable… 

'I hope  you learned your lesson properly, but I still think you need a punishment, babe.’ He whispered in your ear, making your face red as your head became a mess. 'Let me show you.’ He throw you on his arm and made his way to your bedroom. 



’S/o, please focus on what I’m saying.’ Seto stated calmly looking at your furious self. 

'But I don’t get it, and I’m tired…and hungry. You are literally torturing me.’ You whined, imagining the biggest chocolate ice cream you could ever eat. 

'You are clever, I don’t understand why can’t you get it. Math is not that hard. When we finish it, we will eat.’ His words made you even more undetermined, but even though you were sleepy as hell you didn’t want to upset your already nervous boyfriend even more. 

You tried to listen as carefully as you could in your condition, but it was almost impossible. You really wanted to learn that shit, but that day was too hard for you, and your eyes wanted to close so bad. 

'Short nap wouldn’t harm anyone.’ You thought and fall asleep, just like that. Seto felt something, or rather someone, touching his arm. 

He wanted to shake you and scold you about ignoring his words, but your sleeping face calmed all his nerves and all he wanted to do now was hold you in his arms or even sleep with you. Unfortunately, he needed to finish his homework, and now yours too. He put your head on his lap and kissed your forhead. 

'Sleep well…darling.' 


'Guess who came to see you, beautiful!’

'What did you just call me, Hiroshi?’ You asked your boyfriend, with annoyed face. You were sick, angry and sick again. 'And what the hell are you doing here?’ You asked burrying your head in the pillow, looking at him with your popular glare.

'Well, since you are in bad condition and you couldn’t go on a date, the date came to you! I came with food, so be thankful.’ He showed you a smile and put bags with McDonald’s cheesburgers, chips, candies, cans of coca cola and other junk but incredibly delicious food.

'I really do appreciate your gesture, but I need you to leave. It won’t be good if you get sick because of me. Besides, Hanamiya-san would kill me if you don’t attend practice.’ You said with a small frown, but worries filled your voice.

'Naaah, it is okay. I hardly ever get sick, so don’t worry and enjoy our time together.’ He answered and laid down, next to you on the bed. 'Oh, and I brang two seasons of 'Dr. House’. Wanna watch?’

'FUCK YEAY!’ You exclaimed happily as he took your laptop and turned on your favourite show.

You spend the rest of the day with him and much to your surprise he even allowed you to cuddle up to him. His reward was (of course who would suspect it) a kiss.

Maybe you should get sick more.

Come Away With Me

Love is always in the air at a wedding, especially on the dance floor. Enjoy :-)

“So cheers to Lisa and Andrew. Here’s to the start of your happily ever after,” the maid of honor said tearfully. Everyone in the room raised their Champagne glasses as they repeated “cheers,” and clinked them against one another. Shawn clinked his against mine, looking down at me with a smile before we both took a sip of the bubbly, dry, liquid. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his younger sister, Aaliyah, on the other side of him looking around before picking her glass up and bringing it to her lips. She had almost made it before Shawn’s big brother intuition kicked in and he plucked it right out of her fingers.

“I don’t think so,” he said, giving her a knowing look and a chuckle.

She pouted and crossed her arms. “It was just going to be one sip!” she complained.

“Maybe in a few more years,” Shawn said, chugging back the small amount of Champagne in the glass and setting it down.

“You drank before you were old enough,” she pointed out.

“But I wasn’t fifteen,” he replied. “I promise, when you turn eighteen, I’ll take you to Montreal and then you can drink until you throw up. Until then, I’m sure they have sparkling cider around here somewhere.”

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Klaroline AU | Crossover, Modern!AU, Frankenstein!AU [with Dr. Frankenstein!Caroline and Creature!Klaus]

New Orleans. After her fiancé Tyler’s sudden death, the young Dr. Caroline Forbes falls in a deep depression. That is, until she discovers some old diaries belonged to one of her ancestors – some study about bringing life into dead subject – and that is why she has spent the last months digging graves and stealing equipment from her hospital.

But before starting to work directly on her fiancé’s body, she decides to test her new discoveries on some corpse she has stolen from the nearby prison – where she has managed to enter as the doctor who supervises the executions. The body has belonged in life to a certain Niklaus Mikaelson – a quite dangerous person, with no relatives, or friends who would have recognize or looking for him in the case her experiment went fine.

Unfortunately, her plans change dramatically when the convict comes back alive. The man has no memories of his past life, he has actually several difficulties trying to communicate or behave like a person again: he’s like a child, a child of which Caroline feels responsible, and honestly she doesn’t think she would be capable of doing such a thing to Tyler. The man, or should she say ‘the Creature’?, is more inhuman than human, and Caroline is both awed and terrified by what she has accomplished. In the end, though, the fear wins – and she grudgingly decides to get rid of him. But she finds killing him impossible – the way he looks at her, the complete and utter trust in his eyes too honest and heartbreaking – so she ends up abandoning him somewhere in the country, confiding that he won’t be able to find his way to her again.

A year passes uneventful – Caroline hasn’t revived Tyler, instead she has slowly started to live again. She has even started dating her colleague Stefan, and the memories of her macabre experiments have been prudently concealed deep inside her mind. But one day, one day suddenly the Creature is at her door, and the nightmare she thought she had escaped is again in her life: he goes by Klaus, now – he insists that she calls him that – and he has no intention of letting her go.


AN. Even though it’s a Modern!AU, I’ve tried to maintain the charm of the original character [credits to Mary Shelley], so perhaps our Creature!Klaus may talk in a bit of a redundant way. Perhaps he has learned to speak in that fashion thanks to all the old literature books he has read? Anyway, hope you enjoy. Feel free to point out any typos or mistakes – no beta, unfortunately – aaaand… maybe I can be persuaded in writing a part 2. Let’s see if this is good first, though. :D

This is when they met again after the year apart.

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While we see lovely moments between Brianna and Jamie, it seems that a lot about Claire and Brianna's relationship is just assumed. Would love to see some mother-daughter bonding/moments when Brianna was growing up. Thank you for all your stories!


AGE: 13 13.5

April 17, 1962

Dear Diary,      

Mama thinks I do not hear her.

But I do.

You can hear just about anything if you listen.

The Cold War may be quiet, but the nukes are ticking beneath our feet. There’s a wall in Berlin now, and it shouts louder than the protests, than refugee fists against the concrete. It speaks over President Kennedy and his promise for a “New Frontier”. This is what rings in my ears – the quiet war of fear and distrust. It’s a lonely world where everyone must watch their back.

I hear the loneliness in Mama, too, built around her like a wall. I am the only one who watches her back.

It’s funny, really – I learned this all from her. “Intelligence belongs to those who listen,” she told me once. Her Uncle Lamb had wax moth ears and was the smartest person she’s ever known. She claims he always found the bones of kings, buried in the most unusual places.

“How do you know where they are?” Mama asked him one day. He put his ear to the ground and laughed: “I can hear their hearts beating.”

Well, I can hear Mama’s heartsong too. It sounds different from Daddy’s, skips like a scratched record. I think it’s tired – but then Mama is always a little tired. Her eyes are purple, and she’s yawning before noon. There is never enough coffee or hours in the night. I get mad when she forgets to pack my lunch, when she dozes through opening credits.

“How can you fall asleep during Hitchcock, Mama?”

“Not asleep, darling, just resting,” but her chest falls heavy and her cheekbones soften.

Mama denies it – she always does. So I test her to just to make sure.

Does Mr. Hitchcock make a cameo in Psycho?

Was Gregory Peck found guilty in Spellbound?

What is the serial killer’s nickname in Shadow of a Doubt?

Somehow, she knows the answers. Maybe she’s seen the movies already, or maybe she listens as she sleeps. Perhaps Mama is always listening – like me.

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Affection (Dean Imagine)

OMG how bout one where sam has a gf, lets say zoe, and theyre like touchy feely where as you and dean arent, so cas cnfronts you about it, then dean like french dip kisses you and you nearly do it. i know u dont do smut so can u do ike rrll smutty kissing? cheers

Heyo. Hope this is ok for you x

As you sat on the hard wooden chair in the motel room of Sam and his girlfriend, Zoe, you conversed with your good friend about meeting the boys. Zoe was across from you leaning against the counter in front of the kitchen sink, having just cleaned up her dishes from her and Sam’s not-so-romantic date night in a far from ideal motel room.

“How long has it been since you met Dean?” Zoe asked, tilting her head realizing she wasn’t aware of many details about you and Dean, where as you knew a lot about her and Sam.

“Met Dean in 2009 for the first time. I met him on a hunt, then a year later, bumped into him again and he recognized me, but i had no idea who he was” You chuckled

“He convinced me to go on a date with him and i did, he stayed in the same town as me for a while, i kinda fell for him. Then he left for a hunt, and came back a week later asking me to come with him permanently” You spoke rhythmically like you were telling a fairytale, because in some way, meeting dean was like a fairytale. Your prince charming, just like in the films.

“How long was it until Sam met me?" 

"About a month. It’s a good job we got on, imagine if we disliked each other, it would have been crazy” Zoe nodded with a smile on her lips, agreeing with your statement. Not long after you finished talking, the door opened, and Dean and Castiel walked through.

“Speak of the devil” You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, with a grin spread across your face. He walked over to you, and pecked you on the lips, then walked away.

“Not all bad i hope” He said, as his head was buried in the fridge searching for some beer, most likely. 

Shortly Sam walked through the door, with a can of coca-cola in his hand, which looked minuscule in the grip of his large paws.

“Baby” Zoe squeaked, walking over to meet Sam as he walked through the door, he wrapped his arms around her, then stuck his lips on her kissing her for far longer than the hot second that Dean kissed you.

“Calm down you two” Dean turned his face up at the smooching couple in front of him.

“I haven’t seen her in nearly two days” Sam protested, as he pulled his lips away from Zoe’s and rested his arm across her shoulders.

Castiel was stood beside the honeymoon-sized bed. Sam had played rock paper scissors for the big room with Dean, and “Always scissors Dean” Lost it, so you were stuck in the single bed with not much room, and Dean hogging all the blankets.

“Come see what i got you” Sam smiled excitedly then led Zoe out the door, not breaking contact with her. You walked over towards Cas, and sat on the bed. You took his hand in your own and squeezed it lightly as a sort of hello.

“Y/n, can i ask you a question?” Cas said planting himself to the right of you.


“Do you and Dean love each other?”

“Yes!  Of course, i love him”

“Why are you not like Sam and Zoe?”

“what do you mean”

“Sam and Zoe, and lots of other couples, hold hands and cuddle but you and Dean don’t make very much contact”

“I honestly don’t know why that is Cas. Dean’s just not that kind of guy”

“But are you?”

“I mean sure, i love hugs and cuddle and kisses, but Dean’s not like that, and that’s ok, he shows love in other ways, you know? He doesn’t say it or show it like they do, but if we didn’t love each other neither of us would be here together as a couple”

You looked away from Cas for a moment to look at Dean who had taken Zoe’s place leaning against the counter, with his phone in his hand. He slowly raised his head, feeling the gazes of both you and Cas on him

“Did you mention my name?” He said cluelessly. You got up and left, to go the the bathroom, whilst Cas filled him in on your conversation.

“I was discussing with y/n why you don’t show affection like Sam and Zoe” Cas started, Dean put his phone in his pocket so he could listen to Castiel.

“Because we are aware of other people in the room unlike those two” Dean tutted.

“Y/n seems to think it is because you show love in different, less obvious ways. You don’t say it, nor do you show public affection despite her liking it”

“What? Why are you such an expert on my girlfriend and I’s relationship?”

“It was just a two minute conversation. Anyway, i have to leave. Goodbye Dean” Cas left the room, with the echoing sound of his wings the only indication you had that he had left for good as soon as you walked back from the bathroom to the main room. 

Dean set down the beer that was in his hand and slowly walked towards you. You stopped in your pathway back to the bed and looked at him. he put One of his hands just below your neck, and the other on your lower back, a look of confusion spread over your face as if Dean was going to kiss you this isn’t the way he would normally stand. Suddenly in one fast swooping motion he dipped you, so that pretty much the only thing holding you up was the support from his hands on your upper body, as your legs were barley holding any weight of yours at all. A small shriek escaped from your lips, from the shock of Deans actions. Dean looked into your eyes, a pursed his lip as he though of something to say.

“I love you so damn much” He smirked. You brought both of your arms up to around his neck, and giggled a little

“I love you too”

He brought his face closer and smashed his lips to your own, you, properly appreciating the softness of his lush lips, for the first time in a long time. You recoiled by trying your best to lean your head up to lock the embrace, Dean stood you back up onto your feet, almost as fast as he brought you  down the first time, and following each of your steps he walked you into the wall, with out breaking the kiss. He let go of your hips where his hands had been, and put then both on the back of your thighs, lifting you up in the air, then encouraging you to wrap them around him as he pushed you back against the wall. His hands were on your breech, his own fingers intertwining with each other working as a seat to keep you in the air. Your tongue slowly brushed over his parted lips, stroking his own as your fingers ran from his hair, to his cheeks, where you felt the sharp prickle of his unshaved stubble against your delicate palms. As he broke away for a breath of air, with your hands on his face you guided his lips towards your neck, where he laid expert kisses, leaving behind a mark. You slid down his body, and with your hands on the scruff of his t-shirt you pulled him into you so tight there was no room for anything, except Dean’s pro hand which was guiding its way down the front of your pants. His fingers snaked past your panties and just as they made contact with your skin, you were interrupted.

“DUDE!” You heard Sam shout, you both turned your head to see him and Zoe cringing. Dean stepped away from you, but unfortunately, being discreet wasn’t Dean’s strong point, and it wasn’t until Zoe and Sam had stopped shying away when he decided to snatch his hand away from your jeans, drawing attention to what you were just about to do, or what they thought you had already done. You covered your eyes, in an attempt to hide your embarrassment and likely red face. Dean looked down at himself, noticing how obvious his boner was, making the moment even more awkward. He grabbed your hand from your face and pulled you directly in front of him, and placed a hand on each of your shoulders.

“We’re gonna go to our own room, get out of your hair” He his faced twitched into an awkward half smile, which lasted less than a second, before gently guiding you out the door, using his hands on your shoulders to push you. You avoided eye contact at all costs from the walk to the door which seemed like the the length of route 66 in your mortified state.

You and Dean walked the whole way to your room which was roughly 5 away from Sam’s in the same position, and as soon as you got through the door dean didn’t move. He leant his head close into your hear, and you felt his hot breath on your skin

“Where were we” He breathed before turning you around, and crashing his lips straight back into yours.

anonymous asked:

Will you please please pretty please write a nanny!katniss, and single uncle!peeta who's in charge of his neice? Please please

This definitely took two days longer than it should’ve. Oops.

The Nanny

Summary: Peeta’s convinced that his brother’s request for Peeta to babysit his colicky niece for the weekend is the worst idea ever… until he meets the nanny.

Rating: K+

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Michael Imagine (Wrapped Around Your Finger)

Plink. Plink. Plink.

The incessant sound at my window forces me awake. I walk to the window, cold bare feet on the hardwood floor. I poke my head out and notice the fluff of green hair, unmistakable for anything else other than my idiot friend Michael.

“This isn’t a friggin’ John Hughes movie, you jackass,” I whisper harshly to him. He simply smiles and answers,

“I wanted to be cute.”

“Well cut it out and text me like a regular human.”

“Are you coming out here or what?” His hands dig deep into the pockets of his hoodie and I sigh in reply before climbing out my window. Michael’s already sat on the swing he’s claimed as his own. He always looks too big for it, with his black skinny jean-clad legs folded beneath him. I sit in the swing next to him, taking in how his lime green hair looks almost glow-in-the-dark in the light of the moon. Michael’s always looked the face of the teenage rebellion. When we first became friends, I described him to my mum as Gerard Way and Billie Joe Armstrong’s lovechild.

I break out of my thoughts to see Michael strumming the air guitar, eyes focused down on his moving fingers.

“What are you doing?”

:“Green Day. American Idiot.”

“You’ve got the idiot part down,” I retort, watching his fingers.


“Who even listens to them anymore?”

“Um, every self-respecting human being with good taste in music. Sooo, not you.”

“Right. Then again, I don’t listen to your shitty-ass garage band, so I must have some taste. What do you call yourselves again?”

“5 Seconds of Summer. It’s still a work in progress. And thank you for that.”

“Right. Good luck with that.” Michael’s at a loss for a snappy comeback, so he grabs the chain of my swing and pushes it away from him/ I stare at the ground, digging my feet in the dirt. He leans over and kisses me on the cheek before I can react. I look at him, confused, but admittedly intrigued. The only time he’s ever gotten that close is to disgustingly lick my cheek.

“What was that for?”

“I couldn’t reach your lips,” Michael shrugs. I’m not sure what to do next, so I wing it. Teenagers are allowed to ignore the repercussions of their actions, right?

“What about now?” I know what comes next, and I know it’s a bad idea, but I do it anyway. Michael leans across his and my swings. I watch his eyes watch my lips and I’m wondering if he’s looked at them this way before or if it’s just the pale moonlight, transforming him into some sort of romantic, me-loving werewolf–minus the fur. I know I should be focusing on some part of him–his green eyes or perhaps his abnormally lush red lips–but they look the same as all the other times I’ve looked into my friend’s face. I have to forcefully shut my mind off once his lips touch mine. I’m not afraid to admit I like it. I’ve heard enough of his stories of dating the girls at school to know he’s no novice in this department. He clearly knows what he’s doing, but I’m still confused about what I’m doing. Why am I kissing my best friend?

I forget for a minute when Michael’s tongue flicks across my bottom lip and I let him into my mouth. It’s the first time I’m tasting him on my tongue, and it’s significantly more different from what I’ve heard from other girls. Maybe it’s because I’ve known Michael for so long, that I can describe him perfectly–a mix of spearmint gum, Coca-Cola, and what can only be described as his personal brand…the natural taste on his tongue. My mind has been running too fast for me to remember how long we’ve been kissing and I wonder if it’s an appropriate time to break away. I’m relieved though when Michael does it first. He smiles but his eyes are asking me what I thought of it.

I put my hands in my lap and slowly rock my swing back and forth. Michael is still watching me. I don’t know when it happened, but I decide I want to do that again. My head is swimming with questions, but I push them down, like my feet do in the dirt to stop my swing.

“Michael,” I say and he turns to me again. It’s my turn to make the move and I’m not cautious like he was. My hands find his neck and pull him to me. He starts with soft kisses, but I show him I want more. He opens his mouth and I savor the moment, bottling up that taste again in an imaginary vial. Who knows when I’ll sample it again? When I show Michael how needy I am, he reciprocates it. His strong hands, which I’m used to seeing handling an Xbox controller, now grasp my waist, feeling me up as much as possible over my t-shirt. Sometimes, one of them moves up my back to the back of my neck, as if holding me in place, thinking I’d actually want to pull away. Suddenly, I hate him for wearing a thick hoodie, putting an impossibly heavily padded barrier between me and his arms, muscular from all the guitar shredding. People always say drummer are better, but that’s always seemed preposterous to me when I can’t take my eyes off the way his fingers glide up and down the fret. I find myself subconsciously whispering “fuck” against Michael’s mouth. He pulls away,, and I hope I haven’t ruined the mood, though this is proved false when Michael sighs loudly, throwing his head back to look at the star-studded sky. He closes his eyes and I’ve never seen a more blissful look on his face. I love it, but at the same time I find myself wondering why I’m not embracing the sky with the stars reflected in my eyes. There’s no question I liked kissing Michael, but when I look at him, I still see my best friend. It’s as if the moon had dipped behind some clouds, lifting its dreamy spell on me. What scares me most is the idea of going to school tomorrow and feeling as if nothing happened.

I’m shaken from my worries when Michael breathes my name, like it’s wish upon a star. When I say his name, it’s more of a warning, not to hold me higher than where I really stand. It seems informal when Michael announces he better head home before his mum sees he’s gone, and he leaves with a wave and a “see you tomorrow”. I look to the moon, silently pleading it to stay in the sky, so morning won’t come.