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The Music I Can Give You - Part 16

Summary: Generally, you’re a fairly open person with the team. You tell them about your past and in turn they seem to open up to you as well. The only thing is, is that no one on the team knew of your intense love of music. It was something incredibly personal to you and you kept it close to your heart, not willing to open yourself up to other people’s judgement. That is, until Bucky Barnes came to the Tower. You never spoke to Bucky but the more you watched and observed him, the faster you found yourself falling for the kind, strong man. It’s only after seeing Bucky being tormented by one of his nightmares do you realize that maybe there is something that you can do to help him, and quietly show your love for him at the same time.

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: Only a few more chapters left! Thank you all so much for your support and comments! Now I’ve been seeing this message all over my dash and I couldn’t help but put it out there myself. If you like a fanfiction and really enjoy it enjoyed it, please reblog it! There are so many fanfics that die on their authors blogs because not enough people share it. Share chapters that you like so the fanfictions can spread! As always, please enjoy this and feedback is always welcome!


The Music I Can Give You - Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Reader’s POV

Like every time before, when you left the Tower you opted to walk rather than take one of Tony’s ostentatious cars. The few miles to the concert hall always served to build your anticipation and excitement. Tonight the hall was playing one of your favourite soundtracks along with what you considered to be one of the most underrated movies of all time: Stardust, and you couldn’t be more excited. Pulling your coat around you against the wind, you jogged across the street, dodging cabs as you went.

Walking your usual route through the city to the concert hall, something felt… different. Not bad or necessarily off like it had weeks ago when you thought someone had been following you but, brighter almost? Like something was going to happen but you weren’t sure when. Moving your hand out of your pocket, you lightly traced the outline of your gun under your dress. Whatever it was that you felt coming, you could handle it.

Spotting the glow of the concert hall’s lights through the entrance of the alley, you sped up your pace. Rounding the corner, you looked down and opening your purse, pausing on the sidewalk. Fumbling with your clutch, you pushed aside various items looking for your ticket. Sure Harold knew you on sight, but you still needed a ticket, you refused to pull your Avengers card to get a free pass. If you did that then everyone would know you were here instead of on a date with your ‘informant’. Finally finding your ticket, you tucked your purse back under your arm and looked up, freezing at what you found.

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Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #80

“You know John, boys will be boys!”

That’s what Bobby told my Dad one day when Dean and I were fooling around in the middle of the piles of scrap metal and tires of Singer Salvage, playing cops and robbers, scampering over the carcasses of old Cadillacs and Chevys. Our father thought we were a bit too noisy for his taste and were preventing him from focusing on an important case but our favorite uncle (and the only one we ever knew) came to the rescue to remind John Winchester that his sons were kids and also, that’s what brothers do when they’re together: scream, laugh, play, imagine they are Indiana Jones, Han Solo or Captain America fighting evil, chasing each other with an axe and a knife in order to slit each other’s throats.

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Gift Shopping (Carry On Countdown Dec 13th)

I wasn’t really sure where to go with this. But I like to believe Baz struggles with holiday shopping just as much as I do. @carryon-countdown


Baz wasn’t very good at shopping for people. His family and their friends were so wealthy that he never had a reason to gift shop before. The family would go online, pick some gaudy items, and send them out. Nothing personal about it, just for appearance’s sake.
But this was Baz’s first Christmas with Simon. They were doing a whole thing at his and Penny’s flat. Agatha was even coming in from California. Baz knew he could buy them new iPods or laptops but that didn’t seem personal enough. Especially not for Simon.
Baz was in a department store feeling both defeated and overwhelmed. So far he had purchased a new book from Penny’s favorite author and a locket for Agatha that he was going to put a picture of her dog in but he had nothing for Simon.
Mostly Simon liked to eat scones, or cuddle with him. Baz knew he liked football, but he hardly thought a ball was an appropriate Christmas gift. The problem was that Simon had spent so many years thinking he would die that he never really developed hobbies. When other teens at Watford were learning music or watching shows Simon had been fighting monsters.
Baz felt sad about that, especially since Simon was now working so hard to fit into the Normal world. His eyes zeroed in on a ridiculously Normal product. Maybe he could help him, even if he wasn’t exactly an expert on the Normal world. Feeling half like an idiot, and half amused, he picked up the item that had caught his eyes.


Simon felt happy. His friends and his boyfriend surrounded him on Christmas Eve. Looking back he had never expected to make it this far. He especially hadn’t expected to be this happy.
So far most of the presents had been opened but Simon had saved Baz’s for last. He wasn’t sure what to expect since he hadn’t given Baz any ideas. Simon had gotten Baz a CD from his favorite violinist and a limited edition copy of Dracula as a sort of gag gift.
Baz handed him a medium sized box. Simon was surprised to find that it was rather heavy. He raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.
“This is kind of big.”
Baz bit his lip.
“Look I didn’t know…honestly I wasn’t sure what to get you. But I know you love eating and I know you’re trying to figure out how to get things done without magic, so…”
Simon had started ripping wrapping paper off at the mention of food. When he finished, he realized he was looking at a box for a grilled cheese maker. It looked like a toaster but with a strange metal holder to make the grilled cheese sandwiches. It was an oddly specific gift, even for a Normal, and Simon absolutely loved it.
“Penny, do we have cheese?”
Penny laughed. “Of course, and bread.”
Simon opened the box and searched for the instruction manual.
“Okay well I know what we’re having for dinner then.”
Agatha started laughing and raised a thumbs up to Baz.
“Looks like it’s a hit.”
Baz smiled. “I honestly wasn’t sure he would like it.”
Simon scooted over to his boyfriend and kissed his cheek lightly.
“I love food and I appreciate what you’re trying to do. Sometimes it’s hard for me to fit in with the Normals at school. Not that this will change that…but I get it.”
“You do?”
Simon smiled. “I do. Now! Let’s make some sandwiches.”

"Together At Last" a Carl Grimes X Reader

It has been five months since that day, the day both (Y/N) and Carl nearly lost their lives. The problem was, no one knows if (Y/N) actually did lose her life. Carl and (Y/N) were out on a walk outside the prison when another group showed up, attracting walkers with their yelling and threats towards Carl and (Y/N) a herd of walkers showed up, separating everyone. The last thing Carl saw before being saved by his father was (Y/N) being pushed down by a walker. The love of his life, the light of his world, gone. for five months he thought that, everybody thought that. (Y/N) was not only Carl’s best friend and his girlfriend, but everybody’s friend. She brought the light to this dark world. She could light up a room with her smile. But ever since she’s been gone, the only thing that’s been happening in the prison was silent or arguments starting when she was brought up. Carl had hope she was alive, she was always the strongest and most experienced. But when a group member found her shoe on a run covered in blood,he lost that slightest bit of hope.

Carl’s POV:

I sat on on the floor leaning against the cold stone wall in my ceil. I had found a way to charge (Y/N)’s old Ipod. Everyday we would listen to it, dance together, laugh, smile, somehow end up in my bed having fun underneath the covers together.But that all ended when she-…Yeah…I felt like an idiot, this was all my fault, I should’ve protected her. That was my job, I promised her I would and I failed…

Losing her was and still is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. To this group. No one was the same without her here. She saved all of us at least once. At my darkest moments she came in and saved me. Numerous amount of times. She was always on my mind. I couldn’t shake the memory of how her lips felt, how her smile made my heart melt, or how her moans would sound when I caused them. But all of them faded when I remembered the reason why she’s gone…Every time I got to the darkest part of the memories my eyes would start to water, my hands would start to shake, my heart would race at the thought that she was truly gone.

My dad always said not to give up on her, but I over heard him talking with Daryl that he has. I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my elbow on my knee, holding my hand to my forehead trying to control my emotions as I gently rubbed my thumb over the IPod’s screen, I had both of her earbuds in my ears to cancel the sound of the conversations running through the echo filled building. “I love you, (Y/N)…I’m…I’m so…So s-sorry” I spoke as my tears hit the screen showing a picture of us happily hugging and smiling at the camera.

I closed my eyes and let the tears fall as I heard a song come on that I’ve only listened to at the darkest moments, Turning Pages by Sleeping At Last. This song reminded me heavily of her. It gave me hope she was alive. Without noticing it I started to slightly sing along, quietly, “I’ve waited a hundred years…But I’d wait a million more for you, *Sniffles* Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do…If I had only felt the warmth within your touch If I had only seen how you smile when you blush, Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough…Well I would have known What I was living for all along…*Sniffles* What I’ve been living for-” I heard a loud bang coming from somewhere in the building. I paused the song and took out the earbuds and stood up off the floor. I walked over to the door and moved then curtain to see everyone running towards the exit. “H-Hey what’s going on?” I asked but everyone ignored me.

I put the Ipod and earbuds on the bed and wiped my face off on my sleeve before heading out of my ceil. I saw Daryl basically tripping over himself as he ran for the exit. This worried me more, “D-Daryl what’s going on??” I yelled to him. He stopped and looked back at me with the most serious yet happy filled expression, “She’s alive.” Is all he said before he took off running again. My eyes widened. He didn’t mean what I thought he did…Right? Before I could even process what he said I found myself running outside with everyone else, my dad was at the front of our group and at the gate as everyone rushed to open it. “Somebody get Hershel! Hurry! Go!” Someone screamed. I squinted my eyes as I pushed my way through the group, when I got to the front I saw something I never expected I’d see again. It was (Y/N), she was alive! The light of my life was still shining. I’ve never ran faster in my life then I did in that moment. As I got closer and Rick and Daryl opened the gate, I saw just how broken she was. She was bruised, bloody, her close torn apart yet she wasn’t a walker. She was a fighter, a survivor, she proved that as she took those few steps through the gate on her own. But then she fell to her knees. “(Y/N)!?!!?!!!” I screamed.

Readers POV:

The past few months have been pure terror. The governors men had found me after a month on my own and had their way with me, beating me, using me for their own pleasure. I’ve been tied up, chained up, left for dead, starved, and them some. the worst of it all is I was without Carl. He was my world just as much as he always said I was his. The day we got separated was the worst, I didn’t know for sure he was alive or not, but I did know Rick showed up and saved him.

My knowledge is that they thought I was dead. A walker had pushed me down but I managed to grab one of the knives the group who was trying to capture us had dropped and stab it right before it could bite me. The way back to the prison was blocked forcing me to run the other way. Long story short I got lost, captured, horrible things happened…It caused me to have horrible PTSD. I’ve had it in the past, when my mom and dad died and I had to put them down. Carl made things easier, he was my safety blanket. But without him I was a mess. Especially after I was caught in a explosion back at the place the governors men kept me held. I’m extremely lucky to be alive, to be sane enough to not turn myself into a walker. All I know is the thought of being back in Carl’s arms kept me from doing so.

I walked for days. Only having a knife on me made things extremely hard. It didn’t help that a walker stole my shoe back at this random house I stayed in one night. I can’t remember the last time I’ve eaten, nor the last time I’ve had even a sip of water. Every little breath felt like my last. My feet were killing me, hell, my whole body was. My mouth was drier then a desert. I still couldn’t walk straight from the things those…Monsters did to me. I’d get these flashbacks to the worst moments, any time I closed my eyes I would jump up screaming my heart out. Which made me have to move so walkers wouldn’t find me. There were more close calls then I could count. But when I saw a motorcycle track in the dirt, I knew I was close.

I came upon the prison. It looked the same as I had left it. As I got closer I saw my group running towards the gate. A smile pulled at my lips seeing they were alive. My eyes scanned the group for Carl, but I didn’t see him. My heart raced at the thought that, Maybe I just thought Rick showed up and saved Carl those few months ago…

As the gate opened and I stepped through, still not seeing Carl I fell to my knees. This was it. If Carl was gone, I’m done. Daryl ran towards me from one side as Rick ran from the other. Suddenly I heard that sweet, gentle, loving boys voice I knew all too well. I looked up seeing Carl run towards me screaming my name. My eyes widen. It felt like every little pain and ache in my body melted away hearing his voice, “CARL!!!!!” I jumped up and ran into his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and picked me up, spinning me around. I held onto him tightly like it was my dying wish, because not long ago, it was.

He sobbed into the crook of my neck. I sobbed into his hair just as much. We both fell to our knees holding onto each other. Everyone knew better then to try to separate us.

After awhile he carried me inside, Hershel wrapped my wounds and we all had dinner. I explained everything that had happened. Carl broke into sobs hearing what the governors men had done to me. Though he looked just as much angry. Daryl looked pissed, as was Rick but he stayed level headed. After dinner Carl carried me back to his ceil, the one we shared.

He gently laid me down on the thin mattress. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes, this was way better then the ground or a tree branch. He covered me up and whispered, “Can I get you anything?” I shook my head no and he went about shutting the curtains. I felt something underneath me and when I pulled it out I found my old earbuds and Ipod. I smiled softly seeing he was recently listening to it. I sat up and uncovered myself as I unplugged the earbuds and pressed play for the song he was listening to. I sat it down on the nightstand and walked up behind him. He turned around and his eyes watered hearing the song. “Wanna dance?” I asked while smiling softly. He nodded eagerly and gently placed his hands on my waist, holding me close. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his chest, we slowly started swaying together to the rhythm of the song.

I slowly began to sing along, softly and quietly, just loud enough for him. “Your love is my turning page, Where only the sweetest words remain~ Every kiss is a cursive line~
Every touch is a redefining phrase~…” I nuzzled his neck. I heard him slowly start to sing along as well. Something I’ve never heard him do. “I surrender who I’ve been for who you are~
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart…If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known…What I’ve been living for all along, What I’ve been living for~” I looked up at him with watery eyes, he looked down at mine with his being just the same. We both continued on, together, “Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell, When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well~ With a whisper we will tame the vicious seas…Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees…” We looked deep into each other’s eyes as we both leaned in. Slowly, our lips pressed together. I slowly ran my hands up his arms and to his hair, touching him, feeling his lips against mine for the first time in so long, it felt like a dream.

His hands slid down to my hips. We both got lost in the kiss, our hands explored each other’s bodies when suddenly he picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He crawled over me and began kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back giving him more room. His forearm held him up and his other hand ran down my body slowly. His hand tenderly grasps my breast. I moaned softly and ran my fingers through his hair. His hand ran down lower to my hip. He slowly started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I mirrored his actions and started undoing his. I leaned up and took off my shirt and reconnected our lips as I took off his hat and tossed it aside. He kissed me back as he tugged off my pants. I kicked off my boots and pants and then tugged his down revealing his boxers and hard on within them. He stood up off the bed and took off his boots and pants then removed his shirt and tossed it with the rest of our clothes. He smiled at me and I smiled back as he climbed back on top of me. His hand went to my back and struggled with the bra clip for a few seconds. I giggled and he tossed it aside once it was done. He hands ran down my body to my panties and latched onto the sides. He started kissing down my chest And to my pant line. I bit my lip watching him intensely. He caught onto this and looked up at me with a grin then winked. I blushed though we’ve done this before. He tugged off my panties and tossed them across the room before sliding back up so we were face to face. “You’re so beautiful” he mumbled against my lips as he pressed his to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping my hands in his hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist, “I’m so lucky to have you” I said. We kissed, passionately and deeply as he reached down and positioned himself at my entrance. He slowly entered with caution. I moaned out softly. He was always the best feeling to have inside. He went slow until I told him go to faster. Which he did. I moaned louder and he grunted into my neck. We both forgot how easy it is to hear from the outside.

We went round and round. From him being on top to me being on top, to even some odd positions. We had to make up for the lost time you could say. {😉😂} I stayed on top and held onto the bars that were considered a headboard as Carl held onto my hips and thrusted into me at full speed. He sucked on my breasts and moaned into them as he did. “C-Carl I-I’m clo-” he cut me off “M-Mee too, beautiful” he bit his lip. I screamed out his name as my high hit. I felt him twitch inside me and release his seed. “Fuck! (Y/N)!” His moans were just as loud as mine. Someone if not everyone had to hear us. But we didn’t care. Not right now at least. We both panted heavier then ever. I pulled back and collapsed besides him. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and held me tight and protectively close. He let his head fall back as he closed his eyes. Just trying to catch his breath as we both were. I could feel his heartbeat, something I’ve been waiting for. He reached down and picked up the twisted up blanket and wrapped it around both our bare bodies. “Together At Last” he sighed happily into my hair. I smiled and nuzzled his neck, “It’s what I live for” I said with a smile. With both soon fell asleep finally in each other’s arms to the sound of our heart beats.

💫~“Together At Last”~
{This was requested by: Anonymous. Written by: Me!}
{Thank you so much for the request I had so much fun writing this one! It’s a real feels filled one 😂. I hope you love it! There’s more Carl ones coming soon along with everybody’s favorite Daryl Dixon!}

Requests are temporarily closed sorry for the delay 💫

Request : Hello! So I liked the one about the built girl liking Sam so I had a thing. Could you do one where the reader has like a dancers body, with like a smallish waist and muscular legs and abs and the boys wonder how she got that body until they find her dancing in the bunkers gym or something? Like she's doing all sorts of awesome aerials and sometimes she's on pointe shoes and then Dean finds it incredible? Little Dean reader fluff? Thank you! She had to quit dance because of the hunting?

A/N: Hey! So I’m sorry this one took a while, but I struggled a bit with it. I don’t really know much about dance, and google wasn’t much help, but I gave it my best shot and I hope you like it!


I’m walking on sunshine,  woah! I’m walking on sunshine,  woah! And don’t it feel good?!….

You headbanged along to the music pouring from your headphones as you buttered your toast, wiggling your hips and humming along quite happily.

Well, until one of the wires was tugged on and a voice yelled in your ear.

“ Y/N!”

Jumping violently,  you sighed and then swung a punch at the asshat who had yelled in your ear.

Dean caught your fist, laughing loudly at your reaction, even as you brought your knee up and tried to clip his side.

He just knocked it aside and danced back out of your range.

Scowling at him, you turned back to your toast and hid a grin.

Dean was in a playful mood, a rare occurance lately,  and you loved it.

However, Dean had gotten between you and food. Never a good move.

So you were gonna ignore him until you’d eaten.

Putting the headphone back in your ear, you picked up your toast and turned around.

Dean was sitting in your chair,  his feet up on the table, so you narrowed your eyes at him and then shrugged.

He stole the only seat in the kitchen, so you’d improvise.

Grinning at him, you walked over and plonked yourself down on his lap, leaning back into his chest.

You felt him smile behind you as he wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you to him.

Being Dean Winchesters girlfriend was good. In fact it was brilliant. He was the best hunter you knew and your best friend.

You ate your toast and listened to your favourite song on repeat, thinking of Charlie and her addiction to the song that had gotten you hooked.

Deans fingers curled around the wire again but before he could tug on it, you spoke.

“Pull the headphone out, I’ll pull your lungs out.”

Dean chuckled, but didn’t pull out your headphones.

You closed your eyes and leant back, relaxing again when suddenly someone ripped the headphones from your ears.

Opening your eyes and sitting up, you saw Gabe in front of you, his trademark trickster grin on his face.

You started to yell at him, but then you noticed the others in the room.

Sam, Gabe,  Balthazar and Kevin had all arrived and were looking at you and Dean.

Standing up, you put your ipod back in your pocket and questioned them.

“What are you lot doing here?” You asked, looking between all the men in the kitchen, feeling completely at ease in front of all of them in your pjs that consisted of a pair of your girly boxers and one of Deans shirts.

Kevin didn’t know where to look, still an awkward teenage guy.

Balthazar and Gabriel did though, a fact which did not escape Deans notice as he stood up and stepped in front of you, glaring at the two angels.

“ HEY! Stop staring at her like she’s a piece of meat! Come on!”

You were glad he said something to them, so you touched his arm lightly and stretched up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll go get covered up,” you whispered and turned and walked to your room, quickly changing into a dark grey pair of knee long yoga pants, a pink sports bra and a light grey hoodie you left undone.

You walked back into the kitchen and saw that Cas had joined the group.

Excited to see him, you squealed and ran to him, jumping at him in a hug.

He caught you and chuckled deeply, having got used to you greeting him like that every time you saw him.

He was your favorite angel and you were his favourite human, even more than Dean.

When you let go of him, you grinned and walked back to Deans side, wrapping your arm around his waist and looking at the others, waiting for them to answer your earlier question.

Sam spoke first though, an amused look on his face.

“You call that covered up?”

You looked down at your exposed midriff and tight work out pants and then shrugged.

Dean put his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey don’t moan. She looks good…”

The guys all agreed, making you blush and look down.

Balthazar spoke then, addressing you for the first time that morning.

“How do you look that good?” He asked, his head tilting to the side as he looked you over from head to toe.

Looking down at yourself, you shrugged.

You were in pretty good shape, but you had been your whole life. You’d started dancing pretty much as soon as you could walk, and that had toned your legs and stomach.

When you’d hit puberty you were one of the lucky dancers who actually got curves in all the right places, unlike some girls you’d known who were built like skinny boys, all boney angular bodies with no boobs.

You were happy with your body. Your legs were strong and muscled, you had a flat stomach and a tiny waist. Your boobs were also a good size, and no one could ever accuse you of being flat chested.

Overall, you were fairly confident about your body. You didn’t feel jealous when you saw girls your age out and about, you knew you could do things that they wouldn’t dare attempt, and on top of that, you saved the world on more than one occasion, and your boyfriend was Dean Winchester. Clearly you were doing something right if you had landed him.

You didn’t know that Dean felt the same about you. Every morning he woke up and couldn’t believe that you were his. He didn’t deserve you. He’d always imagined you and Sam, the good brother, hitting it off, but for whatever reason,  you loved him.

In answer to Balthazars question, you just shrugged, not admitting to your dance history. It was a painful subject for you.

Before the Winchesters had crash landed in your life, dance had been the reason you breathed. When you became a hunter you had to leave it all behind.

So you hid all your tropheys and medals in a wooden chest under you bed, along with your dancing shoes and leotards.

“I don’t know… Just… Reasons?”

You looked up in time to catch the look Gabe gave Balthazar and see what he mimed at him.

“ Lots of sex…”

You picked up the nearest object to you and threw it at Gabriel, aiming for his head, but he caught it and laughed at you.

You flipped him off, but before either of you could speak, Dean spoke over you.

“ Look, Sam and I are taking these lot for shooting practice. They’re all terrible…” He kissed your temple.

“… You gonna be okay by yourself?” He asked, and you nodded.

The guys all took this as a cue and started heading for the door.

Dean turned to you and tilted your head up so he could kiss your lips gently.

You smiled and then he kissed your forehead.

“Be careful yeah? Don’t let any of them shoot you by mistake… Not that all your bullet wound scars aren’t sexy…”

He chuckled and nodded before following the others out of the door, slamming it shut behind him.

When they were all gone, you decided to go back into your room and open that chest under your bed.

Kneeling in front of the box, you picked your way through the tropheys, grinning as they brought back so many memories.

When you pulled your pointe shoes out, you couldn’t help but immediately try and put them on your feet.

As soos as they were done up, you leapt to your feet and did a few pliés, a small smile at your lips.

Suddenly you had an idea. You were home alone and the gym was empty.

Grabbing your ipod, you ran to the gym and turned on the lights.

You plugged your ipod in to the dock and then went to the mats in the middle of the room, used for sparring.

You stretched a few times, and then rose up onto your tiptoes.

You were out of practice and almost fell a few times, but then you steadied yourself.

When you felt secure, you did a few practice moves,  but then the music caught ahold of you and you suddenly felt like the 17 year old girl you’d been before you met the Winchesters.

For the first few minutes you just danced around the mats, doing spins and jumps, nothing too radical, but a wave of confidence hit you as you remembered that you were a hunter. You weren’t afraid to push it to the edge.

Speeding your twirls and steps up, you went to the edge of the mat and took a deep breath before dancing forward and throwing yourself into an aerial, and laughing as you landed it and automatically held you head high and grinned, as if you were at a competition and the judges were watching.

As your eyes travelled across the mirrored wall, you noticed that there were people by the door.

You fell over in horror as you realised that the guys had returned,  and by the awe struck looks on their faces, you knew they’d been watching you.

They all came over to you, clapping and cheering their support.

You smiled a little from the ground and then Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, his face a picture of pure surprise.

“Baby! How did you not tell us?!” He demanded,  unable to disguise the pride and awe in his voice.

You looked down and shrugged.

You hadn’t told them because you knew they’d feel guilty if they found out that they were the reason that you gave up the most important thing in your life.

Well. The most important thing until you met them.

“It wasn’t important I guess,” you shrugged, and Dean rolled his eyes, but then turned to the other guys proudly.

“You all see that? Not only is my girl one badass hunter, she’s also a fucking awesome ballerina… er.. dancer!” He beamed with pride, holding you to his side and presenting you to the others.

They all muttered their agreement and you smiled and turned back to Dean.

He was looking at your feet.

“How the hell do you do that thing? Where you move around on your toes? Its incredible!”

You chuckled and moved to stand on your toes, bringing you closer to his height.

“What this?.. its called Pointe…”

You brought your mouth near to his and he whispered against your mouth.

“ Its very sexy.”

His lips barely brushed yours as he spoke, which tickled you and made you smile as you closed the gap.

It was much easier to kiss Dean with those shoes on, you couldn’t help but notice.

“Oh get a room!” Gabriel yelled,  but you ignored him and kissed Dean harder, making the other guys groan at the show.

You laughed and ignored them, smiling as all of your favourite things were together at once.

The music continued to play, the song matching your mood.

I’m walking on sunshine woah! And dont it feel  good?!

anonymous asked:

Minty "Our friends grouped up for prom but we’re the only two without a date lets hang out" AU

This got slightly out of control, but I kinda loved it, so hopefully you enjoy!

“Please tell me you’re not thinking up something stupid for us to do on Prom night,” Monty groaned out, eyeing Jasper suspiciously. Jasper winced at the words, his eyes darting around the lunch room so that he looked anywhere but at his best friend. “What’s going on, Jasper?”

“I may have asked Maya to Prom…” he trailed off.

“That’s awesome!” Monty exclaimed, patting him on the shoulder. It was obvious that Jasper had been head over heels for Maya since Junior year, Monty had just never thought there was a possibility of him gaining up the courage to do it. “So our anti-prom night is just Finn, Harper, Miller, and I, that’s fine,” he shrugged.

“Well…” Jasper began, his eyes shifting around again.

“Focus, Jasper,” Monty pushed, panic setting in, “What are you trying to say?”

“Finn asked Harper,” he spat out.

“So you’re telling me that Miller and I will be hanging out alone?” Monty harshly whispered, leaning forward. It wasn’t that Monty didn’t like Miller, it was actually the opposite. Monty liked Miller way too much, so much so that sometimes he would find himself staring after him wistfully just to have Jasper hit him in the arm or his words would hopelessly spill out and muddle themselves together.

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anonymous asked:

OMG love your writing! I just listened to "What hurts the most" by Rascal Flatts and I need fic where Eggsy sings this song(maybe on a mission?) like air! Harry listening to it and feeling guilty about his fake death and being amazed at Eggsy singing. Pretty please? *Eggsy's puppy eyes* P.S. You blog is amazing!!!

Oh thank you very much!

I just listened to the song and EXCUSE YOU


The first time Eggsy heard the song was just after Harry’s funeral. It was pouring and he had stayed outside, next to Harry’s grave, for hours, letting the falling water soak him until he was bone cold and shivering, because it was that type of movie. Because Harry Hart was fucking dead, and he had no idea what to do with himself. Because he had liked Harry since the moment he had laid eyes on him, and that simple crush had evolved and mutated and had come to eclipse his life, and the subject of his affections was gone, and he didn’t even have a body to bury his feelings with. 

Harry was gone and he was still here, slightly more battered, significantly less happy, and lost. 

And so when he finally made his way to his car, and turned the radio on, still not willing to leave the cemetery, and he heard the words It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go, he immediately punched the off button, trembling slightly. 

He sighed, leaning his head back against the seat’s headrest as he listened to the rain. Of course a song that he could so clearly relate to would be on; it was that fucking kind of movie. 

 He didn’t leave the cemetery until it was dark and his mother ringed him, worried about his whereabouts. 


The second time he heard the song was a week later. He had just come back from a solo mission in Dubai that day, when it started playing in the cab he took from the airport to his house. 

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m OK

would ya turn off the radio, mate?” Eggsy’s tone was pleading.

The cabbie gave him a once over, before clicking the radio off, to which Eggsy smiled gratefully.

He closed his eyes, feeling incredibly pathetic; now he couldn’t even properly listen to a bloody song without thinking of Harry.

But this song, this goddamn song, hit too close home, because he was getting rather good at pretending.

Roxy and Merlin, like good friends, had been worried about him since day one, knowing that he had cherished Harry greatly. And so he had to say “yeah, fine” and smile everytime he was asked if he was ok,and he had learned to kill the pain with a bit more scotch than what was considered gentlemanly, and he’d learned to take it day by day, even when he felt like curling up in a ball and letting the world destroy itself. And they knew, he was sure, they knew exactly what he was doing but they knew they had to let him do it, because the alternative was too depressing.


The third time he heard it, he had been in the bathroom, shaving his face, when his mother turned the radio on, and the song made its way to him; by now Eggsy could swear it was haunting him.

It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

Eggsy sighed, splashing his face with water. It seemed he was condemned to listen to this song that seemed to go in tune with his life, opening wounds he’d rather keep hidden.

He leaned against the wall and the words washed over him, leaving him breathless. Because Harry was dead and he had never told him. He had never told him “thank you for saving my life”, or “thank you for believing in me”, or “you’re fucking beautiful and I want to snog you senseless”, or “please be careful”, or “I love you.”

Eggsy slid down the wall, unable to help himself when a sob whacked his body.

He briefly wondered if he would ever be okay, if he’d ever be able to go through the motions of his day without thinking of Harry. He wasn’t sure if he would.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to.


He finally found out the name of the song; what hurts most, and he had come to embrace it, like it even. And, ok, perhaps he had come to like it a bit too much.

It was the only song with lyrics he’d listen to, nowadays. When he went for a run, he’d put that on, or classical pieces that Harry used to like. And it wasn’t like he wanted to listen to the music Harry listened to, no, he just needed to know them if he was going to be a proper kingsman, or at least that’s what he told Merlin when he broke the screen of his iPod and Merlin found his playlist.

It was a testament to the amount of times he had spent listening to it, when he began humming it in tune, sometimes singing it when he was alone. It always made him ache, it was true, but for some reason, it made him feel closer to Harry.

He was sure the man wouldn’t have approved. He would have reprimanded him for mourning for so long. And Eggsy would have told him it’s only been 5 months, thank you very much, and that he’d wallow as longs as he bloody well liked.

But Harry wasn’t here to try to fight his stubborn pain, so it didn’t matter. Nothing did, really. And that was, frankly, what scared him the most. He had thought becoming a kingsman would be incredible. He thought he’d feel invincible. But now that Harry was gone… Everything had dulled. Life had lost its spark, and he just went through the motions; getting up, eating breakfast, going to work, taking people down, occasionally getting shot at, occasionally landing an older man that conveniently looked nothing like Harry, because he couldn’t bare being touched by someone that even resembled the man for that would make it more obvious that no it wasn’t actually Harry because Harry was fucking dead, who would help him forget who he was for a couple of hours, and having a drink late at night.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He had never felt so pathetic.


The first time Harry heard the song was about 5 months after Valentine. It had been four hellish months, of what Merlin had told him. He had almost died 6 different times, and the doctors had wondered almost weekly whether or not he’d ever wake up. But he was Harry Hart, and he was the finest kingsman there was, so of course, he had clawed his way back to life.

Merlin had explained that no one knew he was alive, for fear he might not actually make it, and that they were to keep it that way for a few more months. Harry had no problem with that. It’s not like someone was expecting him. But of course, his thoughts changed rather drastically when Merlin finally gave him access to the security feed of Eggsy’s home.

Harry unlocked the tablet, and the feed came to live. Eggsy was standing near a window, a glass of scotch in his hand. He looked healthy, but his expression… He wasn’t the same Eggsy he had left behind. There was no spark behind those beautiful bright blue eyes, no humor, and it broke Harry’s heart; what had happened to him?

He began humming softly, tapping the window with his knuckles. He began singing unconsciously to himself.

“Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret” He moved away from the window, taking out a cigarette and a lighter. He brought the cigarette to his lips and lit it, blowing out the smoke in a way that made Harry’s blood rush south. “But I know if I could do it over,” his voice was beautiful, Harry had to admit, but the song was melancholic, and he sounded so wounded, so raw, Harry could not bear it. “I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart.” Eggsy moved towards a small cabinet, where Harry noticed there was a small picture of himself on top, next to a bottle of Brandy. Eggsy, who by now had finished his glass of scotch, uncorked the bottle and poured a small amount of liquid. “That I left unspoken,” he whispered, and Harry wasn’t sure if he was still singing. Eggsy straightened up, his muscles tensing, and Harry knew he was preparing to do something he found extremely hard and unpleasant. He raised the glass and murmured “cheers, Harry,” before kicking back the drink in one gulp.

He sighed and moved away, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Not even getting shot at had been as painful as realizing that the one to blame for Eggsy’s current condition was himself. He covered his mouth as a startle gasp escaped him and tears began running down his face. He was an awful human being, to have let Eggsy suffer like this, when he could have known… But, why had Eggsy been affected this badly? Harry had never thought, hadn’t dared to imagine, that Eggsy felt so much affection towards him. Which also begged the question, was he in love with Harry? Could Harry allow himself to hope?

Well, that was unimportant at the moment. He first needed to let Eggsy know, and beg for his forgiveness.


i wrote this all in a letter and sent it to you once but i don’t know if you ever got it so here it is
Dear, Taylor
My name is Erica Varela, im 19 years old and I live in Washington state. I have been a dedicated swiftie of yours sense January 2007 when I first heard should’ve said no on the radio, I immediately grew this huge amount of sympathy and care for you without knowing anything about besides the fact that you wrote and passionately sang a song about being cheated on . little did I know that the very first song I ever heard from you would be the song I relate to most currently In my life. That’s one of the things I think was meant to be with us, theres just little signs here and there, like the very first song I ever heard from you ended up being the most relatable song for me.
After I heard that song I bought the album Taylor Swift, and I absolutely fell in love with your voice, lyrics and the level of connectivity I had with you . I felt like I finally had a friend. I was 12 at the time I started listening to your music. I had just moved from California to Washington, and I had no friends, and the song “a place in this world “meant a lot to me. I was trying to find myself and when friends I would make left me for stupid reasons I was completely heartbroken and didn’t understand it.
When I heard you were coming to Seattle Washington for the fearless tour and the radio station was doing a contest to give tickets away I literally was glued to the telephone and radio trying to win tickets all day every day. But for my 14th birthday my mom surprised me with tickets to the show. At the show When you were making your way to b stage you were walking down passed my section and you hugged the three girls right next to me, I didn’t get a hug, but I was just so great full to even get that close to you. And when you were in the middle of singing hey Stephen , you were looking my way and I screamed at the very top of my lungs “ I LOVE YOU TAYLOR !!” you paused from your singing , looked right at me in the eyes and giggled with the hugest smile I had ever seen. I was fortunate enough to have reacted fast enough to take a picture of that moment, it’s the picture on the top right corner of the picture collage with pictures of me at your concerts ! The very next day after the concert every single person I saw, all my neighbors and friends and people at church , I told EVERYONE about my experience, no one would believe me that you went around hugging people and thanking them for coming, and I told them how talented you are, I seriously went on for hours.
Speak now has such a huge significance in my life. For the speak now tour I was at my seat by myself (with no one I knew, my mom and a neighbor were at farther away seats ) I was right by the stage in the side stands , I don’t remember it to well, half of it is literally just a blur, a blur of a literal sparkly smiley angel floating around singing her heart out. It was a blur because the whole time I was just standing there with my hands covering my jaw dropping mouth and my eyes full of happy tears. A week after the show I had my first breakup ever. The breakup was so hard for me to understand, if he didn’t like the fact that I was 5 years younger, why did he ask me out in the first place? Dear john was the song that perfectly described what I was going through with that breakup, I couldn’t sleep for weeks, I was 16 and couldn’t understand this idea of not considering someone else’s feelings. So I held on to the song dear john on my ipod for sleepless nights and held on to the most beautiful memories I have; your concerts. I Remembered that even in the hardest of times, my beautiful mind can find someone who glows of happiness to remember that I made a promise with on 9/4/11 to stand by her forever and that if I have children someday I’ll tell them her name and point to the pictures. And when I fell in love for the first time. Last kiss was the song that described that situation so well. I was SO in love that I NEVER EVER saw an end to our relationship, I never saw a last kiss coming.
By the time RED came out , I was over those two exes and in a new relationship. I went to the red tour Tacoma 8/31/13 with my friend. We dressed up in the white and black striped tee shirt and red shorts you wear for the performance of 22 and we had red glow in the dark 22 signs. We were in the side up stands. The experience was unforgettable <3
Right after that concert I made a fan account on twitter for you and that’s where I met my best friend Ashley chase who is 21 and lives in east Canada. We texted and skyped on the daily. I began to make so many friends on twitter simply because we all had one main thing in common; our love for you .
I got myself a job at McDonalds and started saving up money to see you on the next tour and to buy myself a plane ticket to meet Ashley in Canada. 8/20/14 I took a 7 hour flight to Bangor main to meet Ashley for the very first time. We spent 4 days at her hometown Woodstock New Brunswick Canada and then 4 days with her family vacationing at a beach in main. I went home 8/28/14. Those were the best 8 days I have ever spent with anyone. I learned that having a soul mate doesn’t mean it has to be romantically, it could be with that one person you have the most in common with and you just click and truly love. In those 8 days , I found my soul mate, holdingmybreath13 is my best friend and I just want you to know that you gave me the best gift of all time , friendship .
The day I got back from my trip my boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me over text and I found out later from his friend that he cheated on me with more girls than I can even count, he cheated on me from the very beginning, this tore me apart, I got depressed over this loveless feeling inside of me. This entire 1989 album means the world to me. Each and every song I can relate to in so many ways and I can’t thank you enough for sharing all of this music with me. I have main stage pit tickets for the 8/8/15 Seattle 1989 tour show and I have b stage pit for gillet 7/25/15 !! im seeing you twice on tour for the first time and in PIT !
Every day I day dream about meeting you and what I would say to you, and of course everything I just said to you I long to tell you in person, but I doubt I would ever meet you and have enough time to tell you all of that. I think you deserve to hear in person how much you mean to me and I think I deserve to be hugged so tight by you ;by the girl who has always put all my broken pieces together.
Basically I just want you to know that my name is Erica, and you have someone from Washington state who loves you endlessly and unconditionally forever and always and that you gave her the best gift of all; friendship.

Again , thank you for EVERYTHING, I hope so much we get to meet someday ,I love you
Erica Varela

Titanium One Shot

A quick fic requested by justkissme-snowly based of this post I made the other day. Enjoy!

The first time Beca had heard the song since her and Chloe had sung Titanium together in the shower was surprisingly about a month or two afterwards. All the Bella’s were sitting in the auditorium waiting, because Aubrey had uncharacteristically been running late. As they waited, sitting around on the floor in a lazy circle, Jessica, or maybe Ashley (she wasn’t sure which) started humming a familiar tune. Though she knew the notes, she didn’t immediately recognise what song it was exactly.

It bothered her like an itch that never quite goes away no matter how much you scratch. She frowned in concentration, as though she was silently willing Ashley (or maybe it was Jessica?) to continue humming until she figured it out.

You shout it out, but I can’t hear a word you say. I’m talking loud, not saying much

Beca sighed with relief when she heard the words being sung, but caught her breath when she realised who was singing it.

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A Greater Fool

“You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.”
-Sitting Bull

Happy April Fool’s Day, Klaroliners!

“Klaus? …KLAUS?!”

“Here, love…” Klaus called, not glancing away from the canvas he was dragging aegean oils across with a paintbrush.

“Where are the daggers?” Caroline growled, huffing into Klaus’s art studio, her heeled boots clicking on the hardwood floor.

“Why do you need to know, love?” Klaus asked, still not glancing up from his canvas.

“Because,” Caroline started, her voice tense and Klaus heard the click of her footsteps as she began to pace near him, “I wake up this morning, great night’s sleep, and I roll over as I’m stretching awake and then I see it…”

“See what?”

“The creepy one eyed baby doll face in the bottom corner of my bedroom window that Kol duct taped to the outside of my window…” Caroline all but snarled as she continued pacing angrily, and Klaus stifled his chuckle, knowing it would only infuriate Caroline more.

“So once I calmed my racing undead heart, I got up to go to the bathroom, only to discover that Kol had meticulously Saran wrapped my toilet, forcing me to unwittingly sit in a pool of my own pee. Naturally, I wanted to shower after that, and that would’ve been more pleasant had he not planted a stink bomb in the shower that was slowly activated by the running water…”

“I wondered what that smell coming from your house this morning was…” Klaus murmured, grabbing another wider paintbrush and dotting some chartreuse across the painting.

“So after my rude awakening in the bathroom, I was understandably anxious to finish getting ready and get to class, but I go to the kitchen to make myself a bagel only to find a fake cockroach inside it… And I grab a glass to calm myself with a drink of water, and the glass has holes in it and makes me dribble water all over myself, forcing me to go back upstairs and change and be late for class… So I rush to my car, stepping on a fake dog turd planted on the driveway outside my car and get to class, apologizing to Professor Bywater for my tardiness and I think my day can’t get any worse… until I see this… THIS…”

Klaus glanced up at Caroline repeating herself emphatically to see a yellow slip being thrust in his face.

“A parking ticket?”

“A PARKING TICKET. BECAUSE WHAT’S MORE OF A CHERRY ON TOP OF THE WORST MORNING EVER THAN A FREAKING PARKING TICKET?!” Caroline screeched. “But then, just as I begin to wallow in self-misery, my traitor best friend that’s dating your psychopathic brother for some reason I will never understand takes the ticket and points out that in the fine print it says that I’m ‘a menace to society, and a real loser. Failure to laugh over this is further indication of my stupidity’ and that the return address on the ticket is a to ‘Gotcha, JK 04115′…”

Klaus finally couldn’t contain his laughter and Caroline smacked him with the fake citation.

“It’s not funny, Klaus!”

“It’s a little bit funny, love…”

“No it’s not! Stop laughing!” Caroline whined, stamping her foot and crossing her arms.

“Come on, love. What do you expect from Kol on the celebration of pranks and mischeif?”

“A single prank, then everyone has a good laugh. Hell, I’d even give him two or three more sprinkled throughout the day. But Kol has made today the absolute worst day of my life and I’m going to dagger him and you need to tell me where the daggers are so I can incapacitate that stupid, conniving, demented son of a—”

“Love, take it from someone who’s daggered Kol more than once and for much less worthy reasons…” Klaus said, finally putting down his paintbrush and crossing to Caroline. “Daggering him won’t make you feel any better…”

“How do you know it won’t?” Caroline replied with a huff, crossing her arms.

“Because unlike you, I know a little something about vengeance and getting even, and there’s something better than daggering that will make this entire morning seem like child’s play…”

“And what is that?” Caroline replied, trying to seem cool and aloof but Klaus smirked as he saw the glint of interest and excitement in her eye.

“Giving him a taste of his own medicine…”

Kol strode into the Mikaelson mansion, chuckling as he dropped the rubber statue of the horrifying frill-necked lizard that had greeted him (and given him a start) as he checked their mailbox on a nearby marble table.

“Very funny, darling! But you’re going to have to do better than that, Caroline…” He called into the empty foyer as he took his jacket off, tossing it on the table with the lizard. He strode into the living room and plopped down on the couch with a relaxed sigh and grabbed the TV remote off of the nearby cushion and aimed it at the flatscreen on the wall.

He frowned and pushed the buttons harder then flashed to the TV and pushed the small power button on the device and suddenly the screen turned on, resuming the picture of the channel it had been left on previously, and Kol flashed back a few steps, angrily pushing the buttons of the remote, and when he received no response he hurtled the remote at the TV. With the remote wedged into the spidering cracks of the flatscreen with the front of the remote facing him, Kol flashed up to the broken TV and saw it; the piece of Scotch tape over top of the remote’s sensor.

Kol chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, knowing his siblings were going to kill him for breaking the flat screen in a fit of anger, and called again, “Okay, good one, Caroline… The remote… that was a good one, darling…”

He flashed back to the foyer and reached in his jacket pocket, taking his iPod out and putting the ear buds in as he strode towards his room, but he stopped short as the song lyrics filled his ears.

Girls, we run this motha (yeah!)
Girls, we run this motha (yeah!)
Girls, we run this motha (yeah!)
Girls, we run this motha (yeah!)


Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!

Sure he loved Queen Bey as much as the next person (who didn’t?) but the song stopped him in his tracks because he knew for a fact that this was a song that he did not have on his iPod. He hit skip and angsty Alanis Morisette filled his ears. He skipped again, and Aretha belting her need for R-E-S-P-E-C-T was in his ears. Skip again and Shania Twain was feeling like a woman. Skip again and the Spice Girls telling him to get with their friends to be their lover. Skip again Katy Perry had found her “Roar.” Skip again and P!nk’s bemoaning “Stupid Girls.”

It only took about 10 skips for Kol to realize and he took his ear buds out and laughed.

“Well done, Caroline… Wiping my iPod and replacing it with a bunch of bollocks and chick music… Well done, Forbes, well done…” he said striding towards the kitchen where his pranker was no doubt hiding.

Instead of finding the elusive blonde, he found a pan on the stove covered with tin foil with a note placed atop it. He walked cautiously to the stove, expecting something to  pop out of it and surprise him, and took up the note, his eyes scanning the monogrammed page.


I’m sorry for the theatrics, but I felt like payback was due after the morning you caused me. Please take these brownies as an apology for the high jinks.


Kol smirked, feeling vindicated as the pranking champion and eagerly crumpled up the foil ready to shovel the baked chocolatey deliciousness into his gob with his bare hands. His arms fell as he looked at the empty pan, save for the large letter E’s cut out of brown construction paper laying in the place he’d expected to be finding delectability.

That wanker!” Kol thought angrily, balling up the foil and tossing it on the stove. Just as he turned to storm out of the kitchen, his gaze fell to the beautiful red candied apples that Caroline had made for some ridiculous school function, God knows this place had so many of them. But the broken TV, the sounds of angsty 90′s post-grunge alternative rock, and a hideous rubber lizard reminded Kol of his title and he grabbed a shiny, glossed apple and took a ridiculously huge bite.

His face fell and he ran to the sink and spat it out instantly, gagging and running the water into his hand to wash out the sharp and potent onion taste from his mouth. “What kind of psychopath disguises onions as candied apples?!” Kol thought in horror, repeatedly gargling his mouth. He heard laughter approaching, and he glared at his older brother and pranker as they rounded the corner, holding their stomachs with laughter.

“Klaus, how could you betray me?! Does family loyalty mean nothing to you?!” Kol gasped, the sting of fraternal deception sharper and harder to swallow than the candied onion.

“Nothing this family does is normal, brother, so that contention is moot point,” Klaus said, taking a seat at the kitchen counter top and folding his hands.

“Fine… Well played, Caroline, well played. It seems you might have bested me at my own game. The one thing you didn’t take into consideration,” Kol added, crossing casually to the fridge and opening it, taking a soda out and closing the door, “is that, unlike you, miscellaneous trickery doesn’t bother me, and while I admit a few of those tricks up your sleeves were well-executed, you’re far from taking the title from–” Kol was silenced as he opened his bottle of soda and the entire thing exploded in a streaming, foamy mess all over him. Once the torrent of carbonation subsided, Kol stood in the middle of the kitchen, dripping with soda and his jaw on the floor in the wake of Caroline’s mento cap trick.

The blonde in question casually and calmly crossed to the other side of the counter where her boyfriend sat, opening the top drawer and Kol could only stare in silence as Caroline retrieved a can of silly string and preceded to calmly and quietly cover him with the brightly colored plastic liquid string.

Once she was contented that she’d completely emptied the aerosol can, she slammed the can down on the counter top, and said with gusto as she threw up her hands, “Pranks, bitch!”