or no matter how much he did bring it still wasn´t enough

The babysitter incident

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester Jessica Moore

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Part 1 off a cop AU I haven’t named yet

Summary: You are babysitting your friend´s daughter when someone breaks into the house. Good for you the older brother of your friend is a cop.

Warnings:a lot of angst Fluff someone breaking into a house

Wordcount: around 1750

AN: My entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing´s kari´s favorit things challenge

Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

You knew Sam from college. You both had met when your roommate Jessica had first introduced you to her new friend. you had known from the start that the two of them were meant for each other so it hadn´t been a suprise when the two had started datng or when they moved into their own apartment half a year later.

After college Sam had become a sucessful lawyer while you had started teaching Enflish and Math at a High school. You had stayed in touch but you for the most part had lived in a different part of the country. It hadn´t been untl two months ago that you had moved into the same neighborhood as Sam and Jesica who were now engaged and had their first child. A beautiful daughter named Emily that was six months old. You loved the little bundel of joy and it had steered a deep desire within yourself to have kids yourself. If you ever found a partner that is.

Tonight you had volunteered to watch over Emily while her parents went on a date night. They had been reluctant first but you had convinced them that you had everything under control and that you would call them if anything went wrong. Besides what could hapen in one evening, right?

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RFA(+V and Saeran) reacting to gamer!MC


° we all know that he is a gamer too

° so the more interesting question is, who is the better one?

° regarding LOLOL it´s a matter of fact that he won

° don´t mess with the No. 2 on the Shootingstar-Server

° but there are other games too

° so one day, you were tried of loosing to him, you decided to battle him in Mario Party

° yes MC is a Little Nintendo child

° you brought your Wii over to his place and by the time he noticed your presence you already finished plugging everything in

° “Hi MC why did you bring your Wii over?”

° “I´m tried of you always beating me so today we´ll Play a game of my choice.”

° before he could do or say anything else you already put the Controller inside of him

° he surrendered after only two minigames

° because he was only ever with mouse and keyboardhe was completly lost

° “MC, please let´s stop this.”

° “No, I are GOD!!!” Kira is that you?

° he was at the edge of tears

° “MC please. I admit I lost and you won but please stop being so scary!” ( ˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ )

° yes, he was crying and yes, it was your fault

° great Job MC..

° “I´m glad you can admit a defeat, honey. I´m going to prepare dinner now. love you.”(´∀`)♡

° you left him Standing there looking like someone who got hit by a blue shell in Mario cart  」( ̄▽ ̄」)


° whenever she was away for work you felt lonly in the house

° well, someone has to earn money

° so you found yourself a hobby you could do from your couch

° you bought yourself a Playstation and a couple games

°  the games you enjoyed most were RPGs/JRPGs

° and this MC plays these games to 100%

° who?Me?

° but turning everything on ond off again was just tooo bothersome

° so why not play 24/7 instead?

° that also meant no sleep fro the time being

° Jaehee was away on a buisness trip with Jumin (the closest she´ll ever get to a vacation XD)

° you were at home, playing The Legends of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel

° btw I love that game

° when she returned you were fighting the last boss (for the 4th time or so)

° “MC, what are you doing there?”

° “Playing some games.”

° u don´t say MC

° “And for how Long have you been playing?”

° from your current state she could tell it was quite some time..

° “Dunno, wich day is it?”

° “DAY??!”

° “MC get off the Couch, under the shower and when you´re finished we talk about your game-addiction!” ༼ つ °  ʖ ° ༽つ

° that marked the endof your hobby and you had to find a new one (maybe like painting?)

° poor MC !! ( ≧Д≦)


° he often took you with him to his rehersals

° but since there wasn´t much to do for you, you had to find something to occupy yourself

° good thing you brought your Nintendo and a few games to play with you(*^▽^*)

° these were mostly Jump´n´Run but whatever

° but you were a very…… passionate player

° “You stupid Gumba, go die somwhere else!”

° “Bowser, you Bastard go fuck your turtle wife or something!”

° you were banned from the rehersal

° so what to do now?

° simple: go home, eat a snack and continue gaming

° I´m so proud of you MC!

° Zen´s rehersal took a lot longer than usual thanks to a certain someone, wich caused him to come back at 4AM

° he went into the bedroom only to be greeted by the dimm lights of your console

° “MC are you still playing those games?”

° “Yeah.”

° “Please go to bed and finish it tomorrow.”

° you did but this behaviour of yours stayed for the next few weeks

° get up at 12AM, game till 5AM and then sleep again

° simple life, no problems

° at some point Zen had enough of this

° but every time he took your game away from you, you had it back in no time

° he even went as far as asking Seven to hack that stupid Thing in order for you to stop

° but he said no (⌣_⌣”)

° so he did the last thinghe could think of and unleashed the BEAST

° he came in the bedroom to find you once again playing a game and cursing like hell

° oh, did I mention that he was naked?

° “MC, you have to choose now. me or the games?”

° “Zen, why do you say such stu-”

° you looked up

° then you threw your console away

° the beast won once again(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و


° at some point he gave in and admitted that it was kind of boring to just sit in the penthouse the whole day

° he let you bring your old X-Box over and you got your own playroom

° yes, playroom, with an X-Box XD

° but when he heard you complaining that there were games you couldn´t Play with the old one he got you a new one

° and a Playstation

° this room beacme your new favourite room besides the bedroom ( ° ʖ °)

° he was glad there was a Thing you enjoyed that much and if you gave even the smallest hint on wnating a new game…

° you got it 3 days before release

° but sooner or later he had to set an end to this

° more or less because you gave those games more attention than him

° when you didn´t evengreet him properly anymore and slept in this Rom he decided it had to be done sooner rather than later

° he was more clever than Zen and didn´t take your stuff away

° he was sneaky

° he was clever

° he was Jumin Han

° and this Jumin Han would make you yourself get tried of these games

° the more games you got, the less fun it was playing

° you played but didn´t felt this satisfying feeling anymore

° so you tryed something new: getting Jumin to play with you

° “Come on Jumin, just one round. Pleeeaaase!!”

° “Okay but than we´ll go to bed. Promise?”

° “Sure.”

° your smile already paid off the soon to be followed torture in his eyes

° you endedn up playing till 1 AM (・_・ヾ

° Jumin discoverd the joy of gamin and enden up int he same hell as you

° but he coulden´t skip wrk and you didn´t want to Play alone anymore

° you made an agreement: no more playing alone for the both of you

° mission succeded, well kinda


° he didn´t play for fun

° he played to make little children Yoosung cry

° mostly aggro-kiddies in CS:Go

° one day you played a chilled Little round of CS:Go with your friends when you heard the two trigger words

° cyka blyat, rush B

° These words were enough to make you go in rage-mode

° you screamed the only Insults in russian that you knew as loud as you could into your headset

° if you want to know russian insults just google them xD

° after your screaming ended yuo heard somthing fall onto the ground

° it sounded like a human..

° “Seven are you okay?”

° “I am but please don´t scream like that in the microphone.”

° he got of the ground and sat down in his chair once again

° you wondered how loud you screamed that he even fell of the chair

° MC. please use your brain

° you turned around to leave the room and then you saw it

° right on his screen

° it looked like he was in the middle of a CS:Go game, nothing Special but then you saw with who he played

° “ Saeyoung….”

° he looked Kind of confused as if he asked himself what he did wrong this time

° “I brought out the trash, MC!”

° “The only trash to throw out is this cyka sitting infront of me!”

° he catched on, but unfortunately too slow

° “You know how much I hate these damn trolls who aren´t even from russian to begin with.All they ever want is to bother others!!”

° “MC, please calm down!”

° poor Seven, you kept lecturing him for about 2 hours …

° but hey, after that you became the best troll-couple in every online game <3


° he didn´t care much about games

° mostly because he´s almost blind

° so he didn´t really cared either that you were a very passionate player

° what should he do against it anyway….

° he often sat beside you when you played another game and you kept telling him what happend

° “MC, why did you kill those harpys?”

° “Because they attacked me.” 

° “MC, why did you die?”

° Because I didn´t kill the harpys this time.”

° Mc, why-”

° you had enough of this

° a question every 5 seconds was just too much to handle for you

° think about her concentration V

° “V, please stop asking such obvious stuff. I can´t concentrate when you Keep distracting me.”

° “Oh, okay I´ll Keep quiet from now on.”

° he did

° for about 2 minutes than it started all again

° “MC, why did you kill them?”

° enough is enough

° you turned off everything and went to the kitchen to get something to drink

° “MC, why did you stop?”

° “Because I somehow lost the joy in playing.”

° thank you V

° from now on you only played when he wasn´t around which was almost never but still better than being bothered nonstop


° since Seven had a far to big TV-Screen, why not enjoy your favourite game on it?

° soon you had plugged everything in and stared fascinated at the Screen

° on said Screen you saw the fictional love of your life : Geralt of Riva (●♡∀♡)

° pls Geralt marry me

° playing Witcher made you frget about time and simply enjoy a great game

° but you also forgot about the non-fictional love of your life: Saeran

° he didn´t like that suprise

° you promised to go and buy ice cream with him and now?

° all you cared about was the stupid game, where a man was riding some horse and killing Monsters

° you didn´t know he was watching you so Yous aid the words that led to your death sentence

° “Geralt, I love you!”

° “MC we have to talk !”

° fuck, he was here

° “Saeran, I didn´t know you were here..”

° he looked pissed

° really pissed

° “MC, first you forget our ice.cream date and then you just say I love You to a fictional character

° “Saeran he is nothing more than that to me, fictional.Don´t take it like that you know you´re the only one for me.”

° “You know you have to make up for it right?”

° “I know.”

° so you payed for ice-cream and some snacks

° you had to take the console back to wherever it was before and apologized a million times to Saeran

° you were so exhauted at some point you just fell asleep on Saeran´s shoulder

° he wouldn´t admit it but as he heard you mumble something about him being the only one for you….

° he forgave you <3

That´s it for this one, I hope you love Geralt as much as I do and also enjoyed reading.  o(^▽^)o

If you did, leave alike or a comment, that makes me as happy as getting a shiny Mew XD

Also if you have some requests or whatever don´t hesitate and send it to me      o(≧∇≦o)


*Requested* Imagine your brothers, Stefan and Damon, teasing you about your huge crush on Klaus, not knowing that he’s listening.

(Since the ending wasn´t really specified I made the usual one, but if you ever want a specific ending just mention it in your request. I hope you enjoy and now happy reading my lovelies!)

Word count: 987

Your name: submit What is this?

It´s a warm evening in Mystic Falls as you almost run into the Mystic grill because you are meeting your brothers there for a night out. You walk toward the bar, spotting Stefan and Damon already sitting on the bar stools.

Damon: “There you are. The grill is closing some time soon. Did you finally stop yearning after a certain evil hybrid?”

You groan as you sit down on the wooden bar stool.

Y/N: “I´m not yearning after anybody.

Stefan: “No no Damon. She is not yearning, she is writing Y/N Mikaelson all over her diary with lots of hearts around it.”

Y/N: “I hate you both.”

They both laugh as they casually sip on their drinks.

Damon: “Oh come on. We know you love us Y/N.”

Y/N: “No definitely hate. And I don´t even have a diary anymore.”

Stefan: “Yes because you used up all the space for your love letters to him.”

They were right, well not with the diary part but you have developed feelings for Klaus. Luckily for you, he was unaware of your feelings for him and you would’ve liked matters to stay that way. You brother´s might make jokes now, but their smile would fade rather quickly if really something would happen between you and their sworn enemy.

You stay silent for another moment, before you see Matt walking by. You stop him gently, in desperate need for a drink.

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She’s Not Compared

A/N: This was an anon request, I hope I could understand what you meant and you like it :)

Besides all that, requests are open.


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She’s Not Afraid - One Direction / Nobody Compares - One Direction

Harry shifted in bed again, feeling the weight of the thick blankets covering his sleepy body. It was late, and even though the curtains in his bedroom’s window were pulled up, the room was completely dark. The weather was cold, but not enough for him to sleep with anything besides his usual white Calvin Klein boxers and a couple of blankets. Harry was so lost in thoughts that sleeping was not even in his plans. He just wanted to lay down and figure out what to do.

The thought of her was embedded inside his head. The way she looked so pretty, even when crying, the way she could wear a dress and be the prettiest girl in the room. He still remembers when he first saw her. She was in that dress, and he immediately knew she wouldn`t be his. But only God knows how much he wanted her to be. All his friends were telling him how this wasn’t worth it. How she wasn’t that worthy. He couldn’t understand just why. To Harry, this girl could be his biggest sin or the holiest thing of his life.

Tell me what you’re thinking about.” He whispered next to her ear. She let out a chuckle, finding his attempt of making her say something amusing and unusual. He was always waiting for her to do so, like if she had these secrets and plans working inside her head.

 “Give up, Styles. Nothing’s leaving my mouth.

He wanted to know her. He wanted to know what the hell she had that got him so whipped. She had this scent, this bubble surrounding her. She was magnetic. His friends could say she wasn`t worth it, but God, how can someone as magnificent as her be right in front of him and just be ignored. Just like that. No, Harry needed to know what she had, he needed her secrets, to get to know her habits, even the worst ones – if she had one.

“I’m not going to give up until you tell me what the hell you are. You can’t be real.”

She turned to face him, their legs completely intertwined as each other’s chests were pressed together. She smiled the same way the devil would before embracing you into the darkness, and got her face closer to his, lips brushing. He was already intoxicated and she was barely touching him. They’d been seeing each other for a couple of months and yet, she could drive him crazy like no one could manage to do as fast as she did.

“I am very real. And I can prove that to you just now.”

 Harry was trying to forget about the effects of thinking about her and her beautiful body. He focused himself on the day they first kissed. He still felt the taste and smell of strawberries on her lipstick. It was unexpected, and if they closed their eyes, it felt like standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, underneath the Parisian sun.

Rubbing his eyes, Harry tried to stop missing her and everything that could remind him of something as simple as her name. Being in his flat were memories enough, his head didn’t need to destroy even more the rest of sanity he still had.


Her name was as familiar as an old John Mayer song, stuck in his head. It was unbelievable how he could not concentrate in anything, how her face was the only thing he saw whenever he had his eyes closed or open. His was going mental, and that was for sure something he didn`t think he would be over a girl. He knew she could break his heart, but not drive him mentally insane. She did break his heart in the end, and he had not a single clue of why. One day she just showed up to him, saying how it was over and how she didn`t want to see him again. Just like that. The phone calls weren`t being answered and he never even went to her place. He never understood why. Whenever they went out to meet, she would mention going to a bar, a club, a restaurant, his flat, even a coffee place, but not once her home.

 “Hey” Harry said as he opened the door of his flat. She came in with a serious face. Her features were unreadable, which wasn`t so uncommon, considering the fact that Harry could never know what she was thinking until she said so, something as rare as possible.

 “I think we need to end this.” She spoke, standing in the middle of the living room. Harry raised his browns, not understanding what was going on. Their relationship couldn`t be in a better place, where was this coming from?


 “I just… I’m over it. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Is it because you want a relationship instead of just fooling around? Because I like you, I want to be your boyfrie…” Harry could never finish his sentence. Her eyes widened and she interrupted him.

 “That’s exactly what I don’t want. Don`t look for me, Harry. We’re over.” As she walked to the door he yelled, trying to stop her from leaving without a proper explanation. He deserved it, and she wasn’t leaving until she told him why.

 “Just tell me what I did wrong! We can work through it.”

 “No, we can’t.”

 And he still didn’t know what happened. He didn’t know why she just ran away from him. He was willing to walk the world if that meant he was going to find out what happened. After that day, the day she ended things, he went to the bar they met every single day, with hopes that he would meet her there once again. Harry couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just let her go. He had gone through this before, and never really cared if someone left him, only a couple of girls being an exception. But then it came her, wrecking him, destroying him enough to make him feel willing to do whatever it took to meet her once again.

 It wasn’t until he started to look at the window that he remembered.

 Those past days he tried to remember each conversations they had. They used to talk about television shows, albums, artists, bands, concerts… He felt frustrated. How did they never talked about something that really mattered?

 But then he remembered.

Harry was stood up beside her inside one of the cabins of the London Eye. Somehow, the conversation led to talking about the River Thames and he almost didn’t cointain the shocked he felt at the mention of something about her private life. Harry listened to her words carefully, not wanting to miss a single syllable. He watched as her eyes wandered around the city, the view from the top being the privilege as it was. He just didn’t know if he wanted to look at it if he had her right beside him.

 “Being here brings so much peace, don’t you think?” She asked and he nodded, barely listening to her words anymore. The way her lips moved were so attractive. “It reminds me a lot of when I go to the London Library. Have ever been there?” Again, he nodded, even though he’d never really been there. “It’s almost always crowded, but still, there’s so much silence… you can feel the air properly. The books… I just like so much in there.”

 As the memory came, Harry almost jumped off the bed. He wanted to leave his house and go there, wait until she showed up. It would be worth nothing, though. She would never be there at two in the morning, even if the library was open.

 The rest of the night was like hell and heaven at one. He couldn’t wait any longer, but still, he knew somewhere to look for her. And he was going to wait every morning until she showed up.

 And she didn’t until the second day he waited for her in front of the Library doors.

 She came, walking in his direction. It was morning, but not too early because he knew she hated to wake up before nine. The weather was chilly and the black coat she was wearing suited her well. Incredibly well, actually. Harry had spent a few days away from her and almost forgot how pretty she was.

 Then Y/N looked at him and she’d never felt so surprise. The fact that he was not only there, but that he remembered her, thought of her, and actually listened to what she said made her surprised, happy and mixed emotions she was trying to avoid. Her eyes widened and Harry came closer, noticing she had stopped walking to what once was her destiny.

 “You came right on time. I was about to give up on looking for you.”

 “You should have.”

 “No way. I worked too hard to be where I am now to just let it go. I’ve been looking for you it’s been a while now.”

“I know. I saw you the other day at the bar.” She said “what are you doing here, Harry? I told you to not look for me. Besides, how did you know I come here?”

 “I wouldn’t stop looking for you after all you did to me. You’re insane and I’m pissed. How could you see me at the bar and not talk to me? I was looking for you and you knew it.”

 “I told you we were done! Why are you making this so difficult?”

“Why are you making this so difficult? I just want to know why you were done with me like this. I deserve a fucking explanation.”

 “No you don’t!” She almost yelled, gripping her hair. People around them walking on the street started to watch, finding odd their behaving. “We weren’t dating, Harry. We were just a fling. That’s it.”

 “I didn’t want to be just a fling. Fuck, I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I feel like I’m crazy about you, don’t you feel the slightest same?” She hated to destroy the hope in his eyes, but she had to.

 “I don’t.”

 “I don’t believe you.” She shrugged, and it almost seemed like she didn’t care.

 “It’s your choice.”

 He came closer to her, and his voice was just above a whisper. “You know, I’ve heard a lot of girls saying they don’t have feelings, but fuck, you don’t. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I don’t know why you keep running away from me, but I know I’m not the first one to be treated like this by you.” He paused, trying to hurt her the same way he’s been hurt since she left, but failing miserably. “You really don’t have any feelings, and you don’t need me at all, so maybe that’s why I need you so much. I need you so much I can barely breathe.”

 Y/N closed her eyes, their proximity driving her mad. He was whispering to her what she couldn’t understand. So she was going to run away, just like she’d been doing her entire life.

 “Goodbye, Harry.”

 “I think you’re already used to it, but I hope you’re happy, because you’re driving me insane. You’re breaking my heart and I hate myself for letting you do it. I hate myself for being so pathetic and look for you for days. But, mostly, I’m hating you.”

 And finally, he hurt her the way he wanted to. If felt like someone pushed her to jump off a cliff. Her insides twisted as she felt empty for a few seconds, until the sadness came by. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

It was night when Harry heard a knock on his door. He’d been watching television all day, trying to escape his stupid feelings for someone who not only didn’t deserve them, but threw it all on the trash, like it was easily dispensable. He was feeling sad and angry and frustrated, so when he opened the door to reveal a desperate Y/N, he didn’t know how to react.

 “Mhm, can I help y…”

“I wish I didn’t have feelings, you know? I wish I could look at you and say ‘I don’t like you’ or ‘I don’t want you’.” She started to ramble, gesticulating her hands while speaking. “But I can’t, because you break all my stupid and imaginary walls. I hate falling in love. I don’t only hate it, but I’m also so afraid of it.”

 “I thought you weren’t really afraid of anything.” He said, still shocked and finding the first thing his brain could register to say. She laughed, shaking her head and closing her eyes.

 “Yeah. I’m not afraid of scary movies or calling people’s attention. But I am afraid of falling in love, and your kisses don’t make me afraid and neither do our talks. What scares me is what I feel with them. I feel like I’m deep into you, and nothing good comes out of it.”

 Harry cleared his throat, but Y/N waved her hand, signalizing he didn’t need to bother saying something.

 “I fell in love before, and not once I was not the broken one, you know? I ran away because I was afraid, and I still am. How can you like someone as troublesome as me? I’m a huge mess. I do things and say things… I can’t understand why someone would fall for me.”

 She breathed, feeling the weight of letting that all out for the first time in what felt like ages. Harry was still speechless in front of her. He didn’t know what to say, what to think or what to do. Should he hug her? He wanted to, but Harry knew Y/N wasn’t done talking, and he wanted to learn about her. He wanted to hear what he’d been waiting to come out of her mouth.

 “I didn’t know what to do to trust you. I have a lot of trust issues” she laughed, and he smiled.

 “I don’t care.”

 “No, I need to tell you. I need you to know why I’ve been a killer pain in the ass, and why I am the way that I am.” Y/N continued. “But please, don’t leave me.”

 “I understand. You’re afraid of falling in love, so you’ve been testing me to know until what point I’m going to fight for you. You want to know if I can tell how much you’re worth.” She smiled at him and he smiled back, showing off his adorable dimples.

“Saying it like that sounds incredibly mean and stupid.”

 “Because it is.” Harry trailed off “but as long as I’ve made my point, I’d like to have you as my girlfriend.”

 “Woah, hold on, big guy. I think we’re moving too fast.”

 “You’re right. I want to know all your secrets before I can date you. I don’t know ‘til what point I can trust you, and I’m not willing to go to jail for being your partner in crime.”

 She raised her eyebrows, and the evil look on her face returned as she stepped inside the house and took her jacket off. Harry almost didn’t realize she was looking at him like that for the first time after days. To him, it felt like she’d never left his side.

 “Are you sure?”

 “I still want to know your secrets, but let’s rob a bank.”


Anything else is unthinkable ….An Ode to Katniss and Gale

Guest Post by mockingjalie

“In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. Gale. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace quickening as I climb the hills to our place, a rock ledge overlooking a valley. A thicket of berry bushes protects it from unwanted eyes. The sight of him waiting there brings on a smile.”  

- Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

…… The sight of him waiting brings a smile to her face, in the gray world he was her green, and she was his purple, his red, his green and his blue.  Each other´s key, key to sanity in the mad world. Being in the woods with Gale, sometimes she was truly happy, and he saved his Sundays for her. It was so little, but somehow, it was enough.

I once wrote on my blog:

“They were each other’s strength. For such long time, they were each other’s everything. No matter how hard their day was, they could always come to their rocky ledge overlooking the valley and be happy even just for a while. Maybe it wasn´t much but to them it was enough. And suddenly everything disappeared. I’m trying to imagine this place after they are all gone, years and years later. Generations later, where the games are a distant memory and the name of Katniss Everdeen is just another name written in the history books. People learn about her story but no one quite believes because no one saw it, no one was there. I imagine this place, forgotten from the world, yet still the same, remembering them. No one will know how much this place meant to two kids who were trying to survive in the world so cold, so cruel. No one will know how much was taken away from them, yet this place never could be. It will always belong to Katniss and Gale, and that´s the beauty of them isn´t it? That piece of themselves they gave to each other, an unspoken vow of remembering someone who will always be a part of you.”

That was a brief moment of inspiration, of clarity; that was me feeling deeply for two characters who somehow felt real to me. After I wrote it, I realized why do I feel so much for Katniss and Gale, and it´s because their relationship felt genuine to me. I’m not saying any of you who are reading this have to feel this way, but I do. I think we all, or at least most of us, have that one person who was once a big part of our lives. And even though life happens, and circumstances separate our paths, I think part of that person always stays with us. You continue your life, you love someone else, and you go days without even remembering them.  But then, out of the blue, it comes.  That day, years from the day you last saw that person, and you feel that ache, that longing for what once was, for what it could have been. Part of you still loves them, part of you will always love them, maybe not in a way you once did, but in a way that it´s so sad and beautiful at the same time. That is Katniss and Gale for me, two people who will always have a part of each other. As Katniss said herself after everything was said and done, she wishes that he was by her side.

“I think about going to the lake, but I’m so weak that I barely make it to my meeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it’s too wide without his body beside me. Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did.”  - Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

How many moments like this did Katniss have throughout the years? How many times, somewhere miles away, did Gale replay the last time they saw each other over and over again? I think about it, and for me their last scene is one of the most heartbreaking scenes I’ve ever read:

“I’m searching for something to hang on to, some sign of the girl and boy who met by chance in the woods five years ago and became inseparable. I’m wondering what would have happened to them if the Hunger Games had not reaped the girl. If she would have fallen in love with the boy, married him even. And sometime in the future, when the brothers and sisters had been raised up, escaped with him into the woods and left 12 behind forever.”  - Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

I don´t want to convince any of you to feel the way I do about Katniss and Gale. I don´t want to bother to prove why I think they had something romantic going on between them.  I don´t want to tell you stories of how they would be perfect for each other, but I want to try to show you their story as I saw it: beautiful, sad and somehow real. Maybe some of you will be surprised and angry at me after I say that I am thankful to Suzanne Collins for ending this series the way she did. Many of you will not agree with me, and that´s ok, but her ending made sense. Because it´s life. Katniss loved Peeta I never doubted that, but I think Gale was a slow fire in her veins, flame that burned until her very end.

This series changed my life as I´m sure it changed many more. I want to take this wonderful opportunity panempropaganda gave me to thank every single one of you for making these past five years such a lovely experience. I want to thank the cast and crew for all of the love and hard work they put in these movies. I want to thank Suzanne Collins for creating Katniss Everdeen and her story, and touching so many lives, including mine. I know some of you might think we come to the end of the road with Mockingjay Part 2, but we don´t. These characters, these relationships we all fell in love with, will always be with us. 

Thank you for being the best fandom


Dim The Lights And Go Back To Bed//Dirty Picture!Verse

Words: 1891 Words
Characters: Amy Raudenfeld&Lauren Cooper
Summary: “Amy shook her head as she tried to ignore the clenching of her stomach and the way her chest tightened. She wasn´t going to let this get her down so much, not when she had been having a nice day up until now. Or well, up until when Lauren had told her that Tommy had dumped her, but still. ”

Notes: Somehow, there are sudenly feelings involved. I don´t know how this happened but I am not complaining. Are you? ;)

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