#i want something with the same vibes as lone digger but nothing else has The Same Vibes no not even the rest of their discography i looked

[emordnilap-fr]

hard enough trying to find music i like . imagine the hell it is trying to find music i like AND that fits a character

[xaviernottheprofessor]

Holidays-A flashback mentions of: @thomas-meier Notes: a glimpse before ship-wrecked. 

“Relationships suck.” Meena dragged her tongue across her top teeth, trying to get the taste of cognac off of her. “How do you drink this, X?” 

“Mm? Yeah, I’ll drink to that!” He held up his glass, back facing Meena as he typed away the script he had in mind for the next show. 

Meena was glaring at him, glass in hand, lifting it a bit. “Cheers.” She opened his fridge and pulled out some chocolate strawberries. “Aw, how nice. Admirers?” She cackled and shut the door, stepping back when a Christmas photo card that was up fell. “Aw.” Meena bent down to pick it up. “Cute! God, you look so alike.” 

Xavier finally turned, taking a sip of his drink and smirked. “No. Work got me strawberries for my birthday.” He then arched a brow, holding on to the back of his chair, squinting his eyes to get a good view of what Meena was going on about. He stood up and took the photo card from her only to place it back on the suite’s fridge. “Well, we are twins. SO yeah. 

“No, I know but like insanely so. I wonder if he has all the same parts too…” She giggled and he then stared at her incredulously. “That’s my brother, Meena. What’s wrong with you?” 

“Someone’s grumpy.” She huffed and moved to sit on the couch. “Are you going to get married someday like him? His wife is pretty. I bet she’s a lawyer or something. She’s got lawyer vibes.” 

“I’m tired. I have a script to get together and you’re buzzing around like I have all the time in the world. Athena’s an adoption advocate.” 

“Fancy. And you asked me to come, Xavier. More than once. Bow chicka bow wow!” She chuckled, pulling him down beside her and he followed. “Come on. Sit here. Tell me what’s wrong, my lonely Xavier?” 

He sighed, sitting beside her and looked over with a scowl. “I wish I was in London for the holidays. I asked you to come over to keep me company so I don’t completely fly off the handle with this deadline but instead you’re here getting drunk and…” 

“But what do you want? We already had se–” 

“Meena…” He took her hands in his and shifted slightly to face her. “I just want a conversation. Is that too much to ask right now?” 

“WE don’t do conversations, Xavier. Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden? Anyway, stop what you’re doing. Let’s go. I have an invite to Thomas’ party. Meier. You know? The hockey player? You should come.” 

Xavier was exhausted. In more ways than one and he truly was starting to regret inviting his situation ship over when clearly she didn’t really want to be there. “I can’t. I have a deadline.” 

“You can’t mope about not having companionship and then skip out on a Thomas Meier party. Where’s your logic?” 

He sighed and stood up, walking back to his desk. “Have fun, Meena.” 

“I plan on it. Thomas looked especially delicious last time I saw him. Which you would know since you were there.” 

He closed his laptop and sat there for a few seconds. “Well, find someone else.” 

“What? You’re such a sour asshole. Why?” 

“Because he’s my friend and you’re my…are we really talking about this? And since when are you a hockey bunny?”  Xavier turned completely to face her. 

“You mean a puck bunny and I don’t give a damn if you’re friends and I’m nothing to you, remember? That’s how this is. And I became one when I saw his networth. For someone who wants no commitment, you’re truly showing a different side lately. Besides, you don’t care who I fuck, Xavier. Let’s be real.” 

“You’re right. I don’t. Anyone but him though. He’s not into that dollar store bin gold digger type, you feel?” 

He stood up once more and opened the door to the suite, holding out his hand. “I’m starting to have a change in what I like too. Give me your hotel card, Meena. If I hear you are anywhere near Thomas, I will make sure he knows exactly why you’re hanging around. 

She couldn’t believe the audacity but didn’t care too much to continue this. Meena handed him the key card and rolled her eyes. “I think you care more than you let on. That’s your problem, X. But I’ll see you around. You should really consider that trashy romance show. Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for there.” Unbothered by the entire conversation, she kissed his cheek and left the suite. 

“Yeah, okay. How do I find something or someone if I don’t even know what it is.” Xavier mumbled under his breath and pulled out his phone to warn Thomas. “As a matter of fact, maybe I do need to party tonight.” And then he grabbed his jacket and left his work behind for the evening. 

[winchesterprincessbride]

The Parent Trap-Part 5

Part 1         My Master List

Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)

A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!

Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence.  They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl.  Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York.  The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?

A/N/N: The girls' thoughts are in italics

Mary

New York City was like nothing Mary had ever seen before.  There were people everywhere, and the sounds and smells of the Big Apple were nothing like California. There was a frenetic vibe here that was completely different from anything on the West Coast.

“So Carlos has been asking me pretty much every day when you were coming home.” you told Mary conversationally.  “He’s been pretty mopey since you’ve been gone.”

Carlos.  He’s Annie’s friend that lives next door.  I got this!

“He just missed having someone to walk to the garage with him,” Mary said lightly, looking to you for your reaction.

You grinned at her.  “Well, someone has to make sure he doesn’t eat his Dad’s dinner on the way.  He is a growing boy.”

Conversation flowed easily as the two of you sat in the snarl of traffic out of the airport.  After what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up to a quaint, old building with dark marbled stairs worn smooth from years of feet, and tall narrow windows overlooking the street.  Many of those windows held boxes filled with flowers, and Mary was enchanted.  It was a scene right out of “West Side Story”, one of her favorite musicals.

She was struggling to drag Annie’s bag up from the curb when she felt a hand grab it.  Whirling around in surprise,  her eyes met those of a tall muscular boy and she froze for a second.

“ ‘bout time you’re back from wilderness prison!” He said with a smirk.  “So I guess you didn’t get eaten by a bear, huh?”

Inside, Mary was panicking.   Who is this? I think it’s Carlos., but I’m not 100% sure, so I’ll just play along until he clues me in.  He’s cute, like really, really cute.  I hope he IS Carlos.

“Yeah, you wish. I’ll try to get eaten by a bear next time,” she replied with Annie’s typical sass.  “So, anything exciting happen while I was gone?” she couldn’t seem to stop staring at him.

“Nah, same old same old.” The boy replied with a shrug,  still giving no clue to his identity.

As you headed up the front steps, you turned and spoke.  “ I know how much you like my beef stew, Carlos.  Why don’t you come over for dinner? I made it for Annie’s first dinner back.”

Carlos nodded.  “Sure Ms. C. I just gotta let my Ma know.”

He carried the bag to the top of the steps, and Mary grabbed for the handle, accidentally taking his hand in hers. His hand was huge with long callused fingers. She yelped and dropped his hand like it was on fire, hoping that you didn’t notice the awkward moment.

You gestured towards your daughter. “Are you coming, or would you rather fight Carlos for your bag?”

“What? No! I’m right behind you.” Mary insisted.

“See you later, Carlos. Say hi to your Mom for me!” you called over your shoulder.

You were already on your way down the hall.  Mary grabbed her bag and ran to catch up.  She turned to look back.  Carlos was still standing in the doorway staring after her, a confused look on his face.

The text message alert beeped on her phone, and Mary pulled it out of her pocket and scanned it quickly.

Dad has been “seeing someone”. She is coming to dinner tonight. Call to discuss. 11PM your time.

“Oh no!” Mary whispered.  This could ruin everything!  She quickly sent back a reply.

OK. Talk tonight. We need a plan.

Annie

The car headed up the long driveway and stopped in front of a sprawling split-level house.  A large black and white dog came bounding out the door jumping around excitedly and barking.  “Juliet, calm down you maniac!” A pretty blond woman said as she emerged from the house.

“Mary! Thank goodness you’re back! Finally another woman around here besides Juliet! I’ve missed you, Kid. Oh my god! Let me see your hair!” She took Annie’s hands, and Annie did an obligatory spin for her before she was pulled in for a hug.

“Hi, Donna! I missed you too!” Annie said as she hugged the housekeeper warmly.  Mary had shared how close she was to Donna, and Annie could already tell she was going to like her.

“I LOVE it!” Donna pronounced. “So chic! Who cut it?” She asked as she fingered it.

“One of my bunk-mates,” Annie said offhandedly, not mentioning any names.

“Juliet sure missed you! She pouted in your room the whole time you were gone.  Jules! Mary is home!” Donna called to the dog who was chasing something across the yard.

I am Mary. I am Mary. I am Mary.

“Hey, Juliet! Come here, baby!” Annie called, and the dog came running.  Before Juliet reached her, she stopped in front of her and looked at Annie warily.

“Jules, it’s Mary! What is wrong with you?” Sam asked as he joined them.

Oh, crap! The dog knows I’m not Mary!

Annie ran to Juliet, fell to her knees, and hugged her. “I missed you so much! Do I smell like the woods?” She kissed Juliet’s head, and the dog licked her face once and trotted off.  There was an awkward silence.

“That was weird.” Uncle Dean finally said after a moment.  “Got anything to eat, Donna? I’m starving!”

“What else is new?” Donna grumbled. “I can make some sandwiches.” Come help me, Mary. I want to hear all about camp!” Donna held out her hand, and Annie grabbed it and headed toward the house.

“We’ll be up as soon as we get the bags from the car,” Sam told Donna and he and Dean headed back toward Dean’s car.

“So Dad’s been seeing someone? What’s up with that? Who is she?” Annie asked, looking behind her to see if Sam and Dean were coming.

“Don’t even get me started on her,” Donna said with a toss of her shoulder as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed sandwich fixings and put them on the counter.

“Come on Donna….spill it!” Annie whispered eagerly.

Donna sighed, seemingly wrestling with herself.  “Okay, fine. He met her at some charity thing.  Her name is Ruby.  She is pretty, yeah, but she is so not his type! I know a gold digger when I see one. But your Dad’s been so lonely and he looks at her like she hung the moon.”

“Shhhh...Here they come!” Annie hissed.

“I hate airport food!” Dean exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, and Annie and Donna quickly separated.  Annie tried not to look guilty.

“Well don’t eat too much, because I’m making a special dinner tonight.“  Donna reminded him, not looking happy about it.

Annie turned to Sam as he entered behind Dean.  “So Dad? Who’s coming to dinner tonight?”

“And I’m outta here!” Dean said quickly, grabbing his plate and bolting from the kitchen.

“Coward!” Donna called after him.  “I’m gonna give you two some privacy, I think.” She said as she gave Sam a telling look.  “We’ll catch up later, okay, Mary?”

Annie nodded as she waited for her father to speak.  He took a deep breath.  “Mary, honey, you have been my whole world for as long as I can remember.  But as fun, as that’s been, I’ve missed being with someone.”  

I’ll try playing dumb, see where that gets me. Annie thought.

“But Daddy, you have lots of friends! And you always have Uncle Dean.” Annie said earnestly.

Sam frowned slightly.  “I know, Mary. That’s not what I mean. I miss being with someone, romantically.”

Annie smiled sweetly.  “But you were involved with someone romantically.  My mother.  But you never talk about her, do you?”

“Now Mary….” Sam began.

Annie stood up abruptly. “I’m gone two weeks, and you suddenly have a girlfriend?  What’s next, we’re moving to Alaska? I can’t believe this, are you TRYING to ruin my life, Dad?” Throwing her plate in the sink, she started to yell to throw Sam off his game.  “I bet you planned this whole camp thing to get me out of the way so you could shack up with your GIRLFRIEND while I was out of the way, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”

Sam looked utterly gobsmacked. He had no idea what was happening.  One minute they were having a normal conversation, and now Mary was screaming.  What the hell was going on?

The next thing he knew, he was in the kitchen by himself, and he could hear Mary stomping up the stairs to her room. “I HATE YOU!” He heard her yelling.

Dean returned now that the coast was clear.  “She seems thrilled about Ruby.” He deadpanned to his brother.

“I haven’t even told her yet,” Sam said quietly.

“What now?” Dean asked. “Then what was all the screaming about?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t.  One minute I’m telling her I miss being with someone, then she brings up Y/N, then she’s screaming and stomping away.” Sam looked worried.

Dean sat down across from Sam, looking thoughtful for a moment.  “She brought up Y/N?  What did she say exactly?”

“Something about how I never talk about her, and then she accused me of sending her to camp to get her out of the way so I could “shack up” with Ruby. She’s never yelled at me like that before.” He scrubbed a hand over his face.  “She sounded just like her.”

“Like who?” Dean asked, confused.

“Like Y/N,” Sam said sadly, memories washing over him.

“Better get used to it, man. She’s a teenager.  Are you sure this dinner tonight is a good idea?” Dean questioned. “Maybe give her a day or two to simmer down.”

Sam shook his head. “I promised Ruby.  We want to tell her tonight.”

Dean looked shocked. “Her first night home? Are you sure? Especially after this?  She’s your daughter Sam, but if I were you, I would tell Ruby to slow down a little. If she wants you, Mary is part of the package too.”

“I hear what you're saying, but I want Mary to meet the woman I love, the sooner the better. She and Ruby will get along great, I know it.” Sam said stubbornly. Ruby had him under her spell, and Dean saw it, even if Sam couldn’t.

“It’s your funeral, dude,” Dean said finally. “ Maybe you should take Ruby and Mary out tonight? Someplace that’s neutral territory?  Then they will both be on their best behavior, and me and Donna don’t have to be there.”

Part 6

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