a love story to shake the ages

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He was practically floating on air, the goofy smile that seemed a permanent fixture on his face today was driving his friends crazy, and that only spurred him on, what fun was a secret if you didn’t use it to mess with people?

“Come on man, what’s with the stupid face? You haven’t stopped grinning since you drove up this morning. I didn’t think you even knew how to smile?” Dean teased, elbowing Jughead in the side and impatiently waiting for an explanation.

“What? A guy can’t be happy around here. Maybe I really like what’s on the lunch menu today.” He shrugged lazily, pulling a long drag out of the cigarette hanging from his mouth, a few of the Serpents stood outside Southside high while Jughead leaned against his motorcycle, the extra wide smile still playing on his lips.

“You eat everything, you don’t care what’s on the menu” Keith rolled his eyes, shrugging his jacket off and taking in the late fall, early summer sun “this wouldn’t have anything to do with our very own ball of sunshine, little miss Betty Cooper, would it?” He smirked knowingly.

There were hushed laughs and immature “ooooohhhsss”

Jughead popped the collar of his jacket, rolling his eyes
“And if it is? I can’t help the fact that someone like her wants to be with me, she’s.. special” He smiled proudly.

A few of the boys began cracking up and some of them made obnoxious fake throw up noises.

“Yeah whatever, find a girl like mine and you’ll Change your mind real fast” he threw his hands at them, putting his cigarette out.

“You’re dad will be happy.” Keith said knowingly, his eyes sympathetic.

Dean looked worriedly at Jughead, for a boy his size, he was most definitely all bite no bark

“You ain’t just with her because of what your dad said right? About us getting in Riverdales head? Because Betty’s real nice and I don’t want to see her get hurt.” He said slowly, warning evident in his voice.

“You don’t have to worry about that, what me and Betty have is real. My dad has nothing to do with the way we feel about each other, if it gets him off my back for a while, so be it. But im not letting him anywhere near this relationship. I’m not letting anyone near this relationship.” He cast his eyes too a group of particular nasty Serpents in the corner who were eyeing Jughead with an unfamiliar look.

“Figured we’d stop by Pops again after school, as corny as that place is, the burgers are some of the best.” A lanky Serpent named Jacob said,a few of the other boys voicing there agreement.

“Sounds like a plan.” Jughead nodded Cooly, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his favorite girl

JUGHEAD: wanna grab a milkshake after school? On me ;)

He bobbed his knee anxiously waiting for the text, quickly opening his phone as it lit up.

BETTY: wouldn’t you much rather it be on me? ;)

He nearly choked on his own breath after reading the message, his eyes going wide, another message popped up and he eagerly opened it.

BETTY: I have no idea where that came from. What are you doing to me Jughead Jones? ;) a milkshake sounds amazing, bring your friends I’ll bring mine. Can’t wait to see you. Miss you.

He clutched the phone in his hand, his heart instantly feeling lighter, she had such a damn effect on him, it scared him sometimes, but the excitement overshadowed the fear and he found himself anticipating seeing her face.

The day went by quickly and before Jughead knew it he was pulling into Pop Tate’s Parking lot, the rumble of motorcycles following him as his gang parked their bikes, heading for the door in a rowdy bundle. Jughead stood beside Keith and Dean, his eyes scanning from the doorway, softening when he spotted Betty standing beside a booth on her tiptoes, looking around for Jughead, when she caught his eyes, she grinned leaning down and whispering something in Veronica’s ear, the dark haired girl turning towards him and rolled her eyes playfully.

The three boys made their way over and stood before the booth awkwardly, Archie moved over from his seat, and dean dropped beside him, shaking the entire table with his mass.

“Woah there big boy!” Veronica laughed, her hands coming out to steady herself as Archie clapped him on the shoulder
“We sure could use you on the football team!” He laughed as Dean grinned shyly.

Betty slid into the booth, Jughead sliding directly beside her, his arm instantly coming to rest on her shoulders. Betty looked up at him with light eyes
“Hi” she whispered.

Jughead brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and smiled “hi”

The conversation was light and fun, Archie and Jughead realizing how much they had in common and Keith and Veronica discussing fashion, a secret passion of Keith’s. Kevin had pretty much fallen in love and Dean was just happy to eat and listen to the stories, occasionally setting both the girls into fits of giggles at his barking laugh.

An hour later, the perfect bubble they had been in burst with a very audible pop.

“Elizabeth Cooper! What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” The shrill voice of a middle aged women, followed by a man who looked exceptionally like Betty rang through the tiny diner.

Betty stiffened in Jughead arms, her whole body shaking slightly as she stood almost robotically.

“Mom. Dad” she whispered, taking shaky steps out of the booth

“What are you doing here?! Don’t you know you have tutoring? And Latin class? And what’s this I hear about you ending Cheerleading practice early? What’s the matter with you?!” She screamed in her daughters face.

Betty shook her head
“It’s Friday, I was just..” she was cut off by the older man clutching her wrist

“Don’t talk to your mother like that, keep your mouth shut, let’s go.” He tugged Betty towards the door, the blonde losing her footing and tripping slightly, her eyes downcast as she winced.

Jughead was out of the booth in seconds flat, his eyes lethal as Archie followed closely behind, Jughead gripped Betty’s fathers hand that was wrapped around Betty’s wrist

“Let her go.” He growled as Hal Cooper, stared shocked at his hand

“You don’t know who you’re messing with boy” he hissed as Alice waved her hands frantically.

“You’ve been hanging around these people. Their kind ” she spat, her eyes narrowing on Jughead as he shook his head still glaring at Hal, he opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off when Betty stepped forward.

“Don’t talk about them like that. They have more class in one finger than you do in your entire body.” She said dangerously, standing toe to toe with her shocked mother.

“You don’t know anything about them.” Betty spoke

Alice shook her head
“I know enough. I know enough to know these people are nothing but trash, nothing but thugs, nothing but..” suddenly a glass soared past the older woman’s head, smashing against the wall behind her head, sending glass flying as Betty stood in front of her, her hands shaking

“You need to leave.” She hissed , her eyes dark as the entire diner went dead silent, to make matters worse Chuck and his football players stormed in through the front doors, noticing the motorcycles in the front they had come for a fight. Noting the tension, they stopped abruptly and watched.

“Elizabeth, we’ll discuss this at home.” Alice Cooper said her voice shaky, as she touched a hand to her chest.

“No.” she said finally, testing the word out on her lips “no I’m not going with you.” She finished finally.

Hal laughed bitterly
“Where will you go? Who’s gonna want you? Now that you’re some Serpent Slut?” The man smiled wickedly.

Betty looked down at her hands helplessly and Jughead stepped forward, coming up to grip her now bruised wrist.

“She’ll stay with me.” He said, tugging her towards the door, his arm coming around to wrap around her protectively as he ushered her towards the door, shoving past Chuck and his friends as they shouted, an all out screaming war broke out.
Chuck reached for Betty’s hand

“Think about what you’re doing Betty, think about your decisions.” He said dangerously, threatening her.

Jughead pushed her softly ahead of him and turned to chuck, slamming him against the wall
“You touch her, you look at her, you even breathe in her presence, I will kill you. I swear to god, I’ll make you wish you were never born.” The boy fell against the wall as Jughead released him.

Jughead turned back to see Veronica and Archie and Kevin slipping out the back with Dean and Keith right beside him. The dark haired boy jumped on his bike, reaching a hand out for Betty, who looked at him nervously.

“Do you trust me?” He shouted over the noise.

With one final glance back at the chaos behind her, Betty gripped his hand and climbed onto the back of the bike, her hands wrapping securely around her waist.

“You ready angel?” He said when she dropped her chin to his neck.

She pressed her nose to his pulse point and nodded

“Take me away Romeo.”

We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU} [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 2363
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I feel that this is all over the place if I’m honest. I will probably write a different soulmate au for Sirius instead in the future, and also a part 2 if you guys want! Also there are a few swears in this imagine, I got a little bit carried away I guess. Love you all, hope you enjoy (even if it isn’t the best)! x

Originally posted by nellaey


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Sirius kept his eyes closed as he sat up in his bed, stretching, awaking from his night’s sleep. As he slowly opened them, he frowned. Something was different. He glanced around the room, and, though the room was similar to his own dorm, his bed was somehow on the opposite side of the room than he was used to, and there seemed to be girls laying in the beds around him.

He glanced down and realised his hair was no longer his own, and he felt much lighter than he was used to. With his hands stretched out in front of him, he could have sworn he never painted his nails, and as his hands ran up his body to his chest, he found two things that definitely weren’t there when he went to sleep the night before.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Sirius’ voice carried through the room, making the other girls stir.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” One girl mumbled from her bed, still evidently half asleep, “Why are you screaming?”

Y/n?

“I’m a girl!” Sirius yelled out, his eyes wide, except, his voice didn’t sound like his at all, but more like the girl’s who he hadn’t gotten along with ever since they met in first year.

“You woke me up, on a Saturday morning, at 6:30, to tell me that you’re a girl?” Y/n’s dorm mate looked at him as if he was crazy, “Babe I thought you knew that you were a girl. You’ve been a girl for the last nearly 17 years. If you didn’t know that then I don’t know what to tell you, but right now, please, if you don’t mind, lower your fucking voice because we’re all trying to sleep!”

A pillow followed the voice, hitting Sirius in the face as he grumbled to himself. Clearly he wasn’t in his own body, he was in Y/n’s, which means that she’s his-

“Soulmate? Y/n is my soulmate?” Sirius whispered in disbelief with a small shake of his head.

The tale was legendary, told from parent to child all over the world; on a special day in your life, whether that be in a few months or a few years, you would switch bodies with your soulmate, and not switch back until you finally meet up again - no matter what.

Sirius Black was possibly the only person in the world who didn’t believe the story. He thought it was a made-up myth, created to reassure children that they will find someone to love and who will love them back one day. Unlike everyone his age, he didn’t wake up and run to the mirror, hoping they had somehow switched bodies overnight.

His best friend James constantly spoke about the day he allegedly switched bodies with a vivacious Gryffindor redhead girl - Lily Evans - for a whole minute, before switching back because as it turned out they were in the same room already, but Sirius was convinced he was being pranked, James joking around with him - after all, that’s what James did; he played pranks.

Sirius spent nearly 17 years denying the fact that soulmates exist, waving off anyone’s body switching stories, but there was a small part of him, deep down, that wanted to believe it. He wanted so badly to believe that there was someone out there just for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to have that much hope - after all, there was the chance that the soulmate thing wasn’t real, or that he didn’t have a soulmate at all.

“Is this actually happening, am I in a girl’s body?” He asked himself, pushing his hair behind his ear as he tried to work out what was going on.

His confused expression soon turned into a mischievous smirk, “Wait a minute, I’m in a girl’s body!”

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“Prongs!” Sirius yelled happily as he found his best friend. “L/n?” James frowned in confusion, “Since when have you referred to me as Prongs?” Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh right- fuck- I mean.. Um, do you know where Black is?”

“He’s still in the dorm, said he would meet us later,” James said, “Why? You up to something?” “No no, just need to speak to her- him! But thanks anyway, bye!” Sirius ran off before James could question further, leaving his best friend to stare after the “girl” with a puzzled look on his face.

Sirius ran through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the confused stares he received. “Y/n! Y/n!” He yelled out as he bounded up the stairs, earning a few more strange looks from surrounding students.

Hearing your name being called, you opened the dorm door and grabbed a hold of Sirius’ - or, more like, your - t-shirt, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Are you crazy?? Be quiet, people will think I’m insane for yelling my own name out like that!” You complained, crossing your arms over your chest. Sirius just grinned at you, “Nice to see you too.”

“I can’t believe this, what are you wearing? Did you run through the school in pyjamas? I’m going to kill you! That’s so embarrassing!” You said with a pout.

“You don’t look too bad, you’ve got nice legs, might as well show them off for a bit. You never do,” Sirius said as he looked down at your shorts-clad legs. “You’re disgusting honestly. And please stop looking at my legs now, it’s creepy. Black! Are you even listening to me right now?!”

Sirius looked up at you, “You know, usually I would, but it’s kind of hard when I’m being told off by myself. Especially when I look so damn good. I mean, let’s be honest here, I look hot when I’ve just rolled out of bed,” Sirius said with a smirk, reaching out to push your his hair back.

You swatted his hand away and stepped back out of his reach, “Oh for Merlin’s sake, I must’ve done something really bad in a past life for the universe to give me such an arrogant tosser for a soulmate. I think I nearly threw up this morning when I found out.”

“Don’t lie L/n, you were probably over the moon. You’re so lucky you woke up to my face this morning. I mean, it’s better than the view I woke up with!”

“Hey!” You said indignantly, frowning as Sirius shot you a lazy grin. “Oh c'mon Y/n. After years of waking up to my face, if you suddenly woke up to yours you would be a bit disheartened too,” he teased.

“You’re an insufferable prick, I hate you so much,” you grumbled. “Can’t hate me that much love, as it turns out, we’re soulmates.”

“Yes unfortunately we are- wait, why haven’t we changed back?!” Your mouth opened in shock as you looked down and you realised that you were indeed still in Sirius Black’s body.

“What are you talking about?” “After soulmates meet again, they’re supposed to change back into their bodies! Why haven’t we changed back? Black what have you done this time? Why isn’t this working?!” The worry in your voice grew more and more, and you couldn’t help the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

What if something had gone wrong and you were stuck in each other’s bodies forever? You couldn’t imagine having to live a life of detention, rebelling and pretending to be Sirius - not when the N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything! Do you really think I’d want to stay in your body longer than I had to? C'mon, get real, I had the perfect body before all this, now look at me!” Sirius said, dramatically gesturing to your figure that he was now sporting.

You slapped him across the head. “Ow! That hurt!” “Good! It was supposed to!”

***

“There must be something in here that explains this situation,” you said as you carefully looked through all the books on the shelves.

“Do I really have to be here?” Sirius whined, dragging his feet as he followed you around, “It’s boring and there’s too many books.”

“If you’d just stop complaining and help me then we’d be out of here faster, wouldn’t we,” you said as you grabbed another book and started flipping through the pages to see if it held the information you need.

“All I want to do is go outside. I feel like I haven’t seen the sun in ages! I think I’ve even forgotten what a tree looks like,” Sirius exaggerated. You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you can hang out with your friends if I let you go, you’re supposed to be being me, remember?”

Sirius scowled and mumbled something to himself, something along the lines of how much he didn’t like you, before beginning to look through the books himself.

It was around 10 minutes later, after reading out all sorts of absolutely useless facts when he finally came across something a lot more helpful.

“It says here that whilst common belief is that soulmates will switch back once they have met, the truth is they only switch back once they both have feelings for one another, and have accepted them,” Sirius reads out, looking over his shoulder at you. You shoved the book you were holding and sighed in exasperation, “Please no.”

He held the book out for you to take, and you quickly skimmed the passage on the page he left open. When you got to the end, you couldn’t help but accept the fact that what he had said was indeed correct, “Oh fuck me.”

Sirius smirked at you, “Gladly babe.” Your head whipped around to shoot him a glare, one that could have melted glass, “Shut up Black!”

You sighed, turning back to the book. “Clearly this,” you lighting tapped the page, “isn’t going to happen for a while, so I guess we’re just going to have to accept that we’re not switching back yet. I can’t believe this, I’m going to actually have to pretend to be you until then and- oh shit, you’re going to have to pretend to be me!”

“That’s easy, look I can be you already,” he coughed and stood up straight, “I hate Black. He’s an insufferable prick who thinks he’s so much better than everyone else!”

“That’s not bad actually.” “See? I can do this. The hard part is you trying to be me. No one can pull it off like I can,” Sirius smiled smugly, making you roll your eyes yet again.

“You’re two-dimensional, a paper cut-out. Everyone knows exactly who and what you are, and literally anybody could pretend to be you with ease. I mean all they have to do is compliment themselves constantly, and run a hand through their hair, all the while trying to charm the knickers off every girl that walks past,” you deadpanned.

Sirius frowned at you, “Not every girl, not you.” “Oh I’m so offended, that’s going to scar me for life, I’m going to need weeks of therapy to get over the fact that Sirius Black doesn’t want me,” you said in a sarcastic heartbroken voice as you dramatically clutched your chest. You shook your head a him before continuing in your normal voice, “In order to make being me really believable, you’re going to need to know some more things about me. You don’t know enough to make this work!”

“Y/n, please. I know more about you than you think. I’ll list some things shall I? I know you like to cut the crusts off your toast in the morning because it reminds you of your childhood. You like walking around the school grounds alone, just so you can think about life. You bite your lip constantly when you’re nervous or deep in thought. You enjoy reading in front of the fire with a blanket wrapped around you because it makes you feel at peace.

I know you hate being the centre of attention because you hate the way you blush so easily. You keep photos of your family in your pocket because you miss them and you want to feel like they are with you. I know you know about Remus’ condition and that you were really the one that hexed Snivellus just before he could tell everyone about it.

You constantly make sure that you know everything you can about everything because you’re afraid of failing, not just with grades but failing your family or your friends. You carry your wand around with you constantly, not because you have to, or for your safety, but because you love being a witch and you’re afraid that someday someone will take that from you. Y/n, I’ve known you since you were 11. I know more things about you than you could ever even begin to think, so don’t tell me that I don’t know enough about you, because I know nearly everything.”

You stared at him in shock. Your breath caught in your throat, and a strange fluttering feeling erupted in your stomach, “How do you know all of that?”

“Because I just do, alright? I notice things about you that other people probably haven’t and won’t ever will. But it doesn’t matter anyway, we’ve been in here far too long and honestly I don’t think I’ve ever even been in the library before. Madame Pince keeps looking at you suspiciously. You need to go and find Prongs, Moony and Wormtail, they’ll be wondering where I am right about now, and so will everyone else.”

You nodded, “Right, yeah. I’ll just… go and find them now.” You slowly stood up and picked up the book with the soulmate information in, slotting it back into its place on the shelf before walking away from him in a slight daze, your mind reeling. Just exactly how and why did Sirius Black know all that about you?

As Sirius stared after you with a sigh, he couldn’t help but think of you. He preferred life so much more before all of this soulmate crap. Before this, he was certain he didn’t like you, but now he wasn’t so sure.

anonymous asked:

I wonder – what if Frank and Laoghaire have met – what it would be?

Mod Gotham says: Laoghaire won’t appear in this story, but the memory of Frank will…

Vietnam AU (and follow-up from this story)


Jamie gently shut the door to their bedroom, leaning against the wood worn shiny with use and age, watching Claire struggle to compose herself.

It was ten feet from the door to their bed – but felt like two hundred years.

Silence ringing in his ears. Thousands of emotions skittering across her face. Flashes of memory across his eyes.

One truth underpinning it all.

“I love you, Claire,” he whispered.

Then she reached out a shaking hand, and he rushed to take it. To caress it. To clasp it to his heart. Still waiting for her to speak. Giving her space.

Her clammy hand trembled in his. But her grip was firm.

“*‘S tu smior de mo chnàimh,* she rasped.

Jamie kissed the back of her hand, and then knelt before her. Eyes locked on her. Always on her.

“*Na mo chuislean ‘s tu ‘n fhuil,*” he replied. “Always.”

Her eyes shone with tears.

Jamie’s free hand rested on her knee. Thumb gently tracing the smooth skin.

“I remember the first time you did that,” she whispered – eyes still on him, but seeing something very far away.

“I do too. You know I do.”

“I didn’t know what to think – my heart was so confused…”

“I love you, *a nighean donn,*” he interrupted, squeezing her hand. “I have loved you from the moment I saw you, I will love you ’til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased with the world.”

Now she sank to her knees, the carpet scratching at her bare skin, and wrapped her arms and legs around the man who was her home.

He sat back a bit to balance her weight – then pressed her face into his neck – then stroked her back gently.

“I am grateful to him every day – for his callousness gave me a second chance with you, Claire. I can begrudge how terribly he treated you, but I can’t be angry that his loss is my gain. *Our* gain.”

Then she pulled back a bit, and quickly leaned in for a long, slow kiss.

“I wish you could take me to bed now – I need to…to *claim* you, Jamie.” There she was – there was the steel that had driven her to find him, to make a life and career for herself, to bravely bring their children into the world in this very room, to keep the Fraser tradition alive.

He kissed her again, smiling. “That’s for tonight, love – I want you to show me that you’re mine. And I can’t wait for me to show you that I’m yours.”

She kissed him again. Then sighed. “We need to tell them.”

He nodded. “I know. I’ll be there with you.”

She swallowed, and stood, and offered her hand to help him to his feet.

He gripped it, and kissed the inside of her wrist, and her stuttering heart calmed.

Brianna looked back and forth between her parents, watching their body language, processing her mother’s words.

Da had remained silent, but as always he was right there with Mama – supporting her. Loving her.

“…understand why I never told you before. You weren’t old enough to understand – and it’s all water under the bridge. Da and I have moved on from it.”

Brianna pursed her lips, thinking. “Da, did you ever meet him?”

“No, I never did. Never even saw a picture of him until today.”

She watched Da’s thumb trace the back of Mama’s hand. Aromas – beef stew, roasted vegetables – wafted in from the kitchen together with Auntie Jenny’s muffled voice, supervising the cooking.

“I…I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of, Mama. It was a long time ago. And – and it sounds like you weren’t happy with him.”

“I thought I was. But with your Da, I know what true happiness is.”

“But the rest is still all true, right? How you met in Viet Nam, and lost touch, and how you came here to the Ridge and found Da again?”

“Yes. All of it, thank God.” Da smiled, just so slightly. “Happiest day of my life, when she surprised me in the barn – except for the days you and Will were born, of course.”

“Even happier than your wedding?” Brianna teased.

“Yes. Because once she was here with me, we both knew.”

Brianna gently lay her sleeping brother into the empty chair beside her, then stood to envelop her mother in a hug.

It went on for a long time.

“I love you, Mama,” she whispered. “And I won’t go to Duke. I don’t ever want you to think of him again.”

Claire pulled back. “Oh, don’t shut that door on my account, love. I wouldn’t want you to – ”

“I insist. There are *so* many other options for me – right, Da?”

His smile broadened. “Right.”

Brianna pushed the magazine – still open to the page with Frank Randal’s picture – across the table to her mother. “Come on, Mom. Let’s get rid of it.”

Finally Claire smiled. She ripped out the page with Frank’s picture and crumpled it into a ball.

“Feel better?” Jamie teased.

“I do, actually. Now what?”

Brianna stood. “Let’s go outside and burn it. Come on – we should have enough time before dinner.”

Claire’s eyebrows raised. “Where did this ruthless streak suddenly come from, Bree?”

Jamie stood and bent to pick up William.

“From my mother, of course,” Brianna replied, holding out one hand. “She taught me to do anything for the ones I love.”

Claire took her daughter’s hand, heart so full with pride and love. And made sure to stop by the kitchen for a box of matches on their way out.

BTS Reaction

Members finding out the idol they’re in love with is younger than expected, but wiser beyond her years.

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Namjoon:

Namjoon laughed at the computer screen with his idol’s age on it. “What?” asked Seokjin. “This article says that my gorgeous princess is still in her teens” Namjoon said laced with amusement. “But Joonie, she IS. You know that right?” Seokjin replied looking at Namjoon with shock. “But have you heard her speak? There’s no way she’s that young” Namjoon looks over at Seokjin with uncertainty “…Right?”.

Originally posted by rapnamu

Seokjin:

Seokjin wouldn’t mind that his gf was younger, he’d be a little hurt that she felt like she couldn’t tell him her age and felt the need to hide it, but he would also know that there was probably a reason behind it. 

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Yoongi:

Having been close in the music industry for the past few years, it comes as a shock when Yoongi finds out her age. “I can’t say that I saw that coming” he breathes out flashing back to the stories she had shared with him about her past. 

Originally posted by fullfangirling27

Hoseok:

Hoseok, like Seokjin, wouldn’t care that she was younger than he initially thought, she was still the girl he fell in love with, and a number wouldn’t change that.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin:

“Nu-uh. No way, I don’t believe you” Jimin says looking at the girl before him shaking his head. “You’d better believe it”. Looking her up and down once more “But… Really?” Jimin was dumbfounded that he never picked up on this detail.

Originally posted by jimiyoong


Taehyung:

“But, Baby, you can’t be that young. What about the things you said had happened?” Taehyung asked in concern after learning her true age. “No, that.. that still happened” Taehyung looked at the small girl before him, shoulders hunched over, trying to hide behind her hair. “Baby Girl I can’t begin to tell you how strong your are.” He said lovingly pulling her into a hug.

Originally posted by cmtae

Jungkook:

“Wha- Wait you’re not… I feel so lied to right now” Jungkook would say turning around in mock horror to the news. “Well, we learn something new everyday don’t we?” He said turning back to his game. “Still can’t believe it though..”.

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

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Just before I am due to interview Aidan Turner, his PR sends me an email to let me know that he has grown a beard – presumably in case I fail to recognise the actor fully clothed or not wearing a tricorn hat.
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‘I’m not a big fan of shaving,’ he explains to me when I finally find him – fully clothed in a bomber jacket, T-shirt and jeans, minus tricorn, hiding in the corner of a dimly lit hotel bar in Mayfair. ‘It sucks. What’s the point? What is the point?’ I mention something about it being uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of a man with a beard.

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Two separate - but related - novels about young people in the ancient times, with transcendent exploration of both love and hope

Cleopatra’s Daughter The marriage of Marc Antony and Cleopatra is one of the greatest love stories of all time, a tale of unbridled passion with earth-shaking political consequences. Feared and hunted by the powers in Rome, the lovers choose to die by their own hands as the triumphant armies of Antony’s vengeful rival, Octavian, sweep into Egypt. Their three orphaned children are taken in chains to Rome, but only two— the ten-year-old twins Selene and Alexander— survive the journey. Delivered to the household of Octavian’s sister, the siblings cling to each other and to the hope that they will return one day to their rightful place on the throne of Egypt. As they come of age, they are buffeted by the personal ambitions of Octavian’s family and court, by the ever-present threat of slave rebellion, and by the longings and desires deep within their own hearts. Based on meticulous research…[it] is a fascinating portrait of Imperial Rome and of the people and events of this glorious and tumultuous period in human history. Emerging from the shadows of history, Selene, a young woman of irresistible charm and preternatural intelligence, will capture your heart.

The Song of Achilles Achilles, “the best of all the Greeks,” son of the cruel sea goddess Thetis and the legendary king Peleus, is strong, swift, and beautiful irresistible to all who meet him. Patroclus is an awkward young prince, exiled from his homeland after an act of shocking violence. Brought together by chance, they forge an inseparable bond, despite risking the gods’ wrath. They are trained by the centaur Chiron in the arts of war and medicine, but when word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped, all the heroes of Greece are called upon to lay siege to Troy in her name. Seduced by the promise of a glorious destiny, Achilles joins their cause, and torn between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus follows. Little do they know that the cruel Fates will test them both as never before and demand a terrible sacrifice.

Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter Eight

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader  |  Word Count: 3297
Warnings: Fluff, swearing


The walk to her Gran’s saw them moving in companionable silence as Loki’s mind was filled with images of Lauren in her dress. Technically it was filled with images of him peeling her out of said dress, but he wasn’t one for splitting hairs. It had been so soft under his fingers, her skin warming it through and him in return. The idea of her bare beneath would stay with him for days until he could ascertain for himself just what clever confection of satin or silk Sadie would put her in to keep those pesky panty lines at bay.

It wasn’t until she led him down a narrow dirt road out of town that he snapped out of his musings. “Darling, just where does your Gran’s home reside?”

She smiled up at him and linked their fingers. “Down this way. She’s a bit eccentric, but she ain’t crazy like Daddy said. She’s… well, you’ll see.”

“She’s quite special to you.” Here again she had nerves blooming, but where meeting her family had created nerves of fear, these were nerves of excitement. Clearly, his meeting her Gran was far more important to her than meeting her parents had been.

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(AN; Thank you @cutegyrl927 for the idea of this story!)
Y/M/N = Your Mom’s Name
Y/D/N = Your Dad’s Name

You began to worry about your boyfriend sitting across from you in the passenger seat, taking deep breaths to the point you thought he was going to pass out. You take a hand off the steering wheel, moving to squeeze his hand gently, sending a small smile in his direction. “Barr, calm done babe. My parents will love you, I promise.” You reassure gently, watching as Barry’s posture slightly softens from the corner of your eye. A nervous laugh escapes him shakily, and your thumb traces small circles across the top of his hand as a gesture you’ve known to help him calm down. “Are you sure? Promise?” Barry asks warily, and you nod firmly. Before you know it, your car pulls to a stop on the curve of your parent’s house, bright orange flower beds aligning the concrete. Barry takes a sharp breathe, and you giggle, getting out and coming around to his side of the car, smiling and shaking your head as he hasn’t come out yet. You pull open the car door, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the cushioned seat. Barry stumbles clumsily against the sidewalk, and you gasp as his face makes contact with the cement. “Barry!” You cry, squatting down in instinct. The sound of a wooden door creaking open catches your attention, and you look up to see both of your parent’s eyes wide, rushing over to check on you both. By the time they jog over, Barry finds his way to his feet, face red with embarrassment. You cough awkwardly, your hands making weird gestures as you introduce everyone. “Um, Mom, Dad, this is Barry, and Barry these are my parent’s.” You ramble, absentmindedly grabbing Barry’s hand. A warm smile spreads across your Mom’s face, while your Dad leave’s a stern look across his own bold features. Your Mom makes the first move, leaning in to hold out her small hand. Barry takes it, shaking it with a polite, yet nervous smile on his face, showing off his pearly whites. “It’s so nice to finely meet you, Barry! I’m Y/M/N.” Barry nods, greeting her as well before your Dad sticks out a hand, and Barry takes it, gulping while this time shaking it once, your Dad mumbling a small, “The names Y/D/N.” With a grunt, he leads you three into the house. Barry’s eyes widen at the size and fancy yet home-type feeling of your old home, letting the warmth and the wavering scent of pie leave his mouth drooling. His hand still in yours, you lead him to the couch where your parent’s took a seat. You both plop down, facing your Mom and Dad, who are seated on the couch across from you. “So, Bart, what do you do for a living.” Your Dad addresses, arms folded. “I-I, um, I’m a forensic scientist and CSI at the CCPD, sir. And, it’s Barry.” He mumbles the last part, knee bouncing up and down. You rest your hand on his knee, making him look at you with the big, ocean green eyes that you fell in love with. “Barry, remind me, how did you two meet?” It was your Mom’s turn to question him. “I met Y/N at the hospital. I was injured and she treated me.” Barry claims, cheeks heated at the memory. What he said was somewhat true, but not necessarily the whole story. Barry had gotten badly injured doing his job as his alter-ego, The Flash, and he couldn’t run back to STAR Labs, so he limped to your car, and opened the door, passing out on your backseat. You where in complete shock at the sight of a superhero in your own car, bloody and bruised, so when he whispered, “STAR Labs..” You nodded in hesitation, getting the memo and driving him there, allowing him to squeeze your hand tightly with his leather covered one. When you arrived, the area was empty, so you helped him to the crash cart, operating on him yourself, after convincing him to take of his mask. After that, you joined Team Flash as a doctor besides your best friend, Caitlin Snow, and another scientist. Being alongside Barry daily caused you to grow closer, and he eventually asked you out, leading you into a 2-year strong relationship with the love of your life. So here you are, sitting on your parent’s couch, studying Barry’s nervous reaction to your Mom and Dad firing rapid questions towards him. After a while, you convinced them to take a break, and you all settled down at the dining room table, ready for dinner. Your Mom comes wobbling in, balancing several delicious smelling dishes, and Barry immediately stands up to her assistance. “Let me help you, Mrs. Y/L/N.” He smiles, and she gratefully passes over a few plates to him, and they work together to put the still hot food in the table. “Barry, dear, would you mind grabbing the lemonade from out of the fridge please?” and as he leaves to do so, your Mom smiles, looking at you with gleaming eyes. “I really like him, Y/N/N. You really did a good job with this one.” You laugh, nodding with a slight blush. “Yeah, I really did.” Barry comes in with a pitcher in hand, setting it on the table before coming and taking a seat next to you. After giving thanks, you pile your plate with extra food, knowing Barry would need more. You decide to start a light conversation, glaring at your Dad who was looking Barry up and down silently. He holds his hands up in defense, before focusing on his food. You continue to eat before noticing that your mashed potatoes are a bit bland for your liking, but the butter was resting between Barry and your Dad. “Can you pass the butter, Daddy?” You ask, but not expecting as both Barry and your Dad reach over the table, your eyes widening as you disguise a chuckle with a cough. Your Dad’s mouth drops open, looking at Barry with an indescribable expression. You cringe, waiting for him to yell at Barry, but instead, he starts laughing as he shakes his head in a joking manner. “I did the same thing when I was your age kid.” He smiles. Everyone laughs, and you beam at the way things turned out. Not only did you find someone that you loved with all your heart, but your parent’s loved him too, and later on Barry found the confidence to ask your parent’s for their blessing to propose to you a year later. And sometime in the future, you got to tease Barry when you told your kids as they got older the story of when you asked him to pass the butter.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears -- Chapter Two

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Warnings for this chapter: Cursing
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I sigh as I exit my bedroom, fully changed into a pair of black shorts, a white t-shirt with ‘Ask me About my Punch’ in black, a Monokuma hoodie, and a pair of black and blue tennis shoes. Finally feeling comfortable after a day in clothes that just don’t fit my personality.
Not many people pass by on my walk to my father’s office, and I’m not even that surprised. The doctors and nurses are in the hospital wing, while the fighters are off training, a group is taking care of the dogs, and anyone else is on patrol in the off chance that a gang tries to attack.
“Well, the brat finally showed up,” Yoongi’s annoyed voice fills my ears, and I can’t believe he’s actually twenty-five at times like this.
I look up to see my brother leaning up against the wall opposite to our father’s office. “Come on, I’m sorry I left without seeing you this morning. I was stressed and in a rush.”
It’s a bit crazy how similar Yoongi and I look. The same button nose, pink lips, gummy smile, oval-ish face shape, monolid eyes, and elfish ears. His legs are thinner than mine, and his cheeks not as chubby. My hands are smaller, but just as nimble as his. He has chocolate brown eyes, while I have forest green, but we both need glasses to read. Both of us would have pale skin, but I spend a lot more time out in the sun than he does.
“I guess I can forgive you,” Yoongi pushes off the wall, pulling me into a hug. “Just, don’t do it again. My job is to send you off in the morning.”
“Just like mom did,” I nuzzle my head into his chest, wrapping my arms around him. “I know. You’ve been so good about it since high school. Handing me my lunch, and making sure I had all my school supplies. There’s no way anyone has a better brother than me.” Yoongi’s hands rub circles into my back. He’s not towering over my too much, standing at 176 centimeters. He does, however, weigh less than me, and that irritates us both for different reasons. “Fucking of course there’s no one better than me. I am the best brother ever. I never hurt you, help you when you need help, and make you laugh.” 

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8/25/2017 by Taylor Weatherby - Billboard 

August 25 may as well be officially dubbed Taylor Swift day, as the superstar released a brand new song “Look What You Made Me Do” promptly at midnight (well, actually about 11:30 pm EST) and subsequently created T-Swift chatter all over the Twittersphere and, frankly, the world. The feisty track marks the first single from her forthcoming sixth LP, Reputation, which will be released in Nov. 10.

Swift has had a way of making a grand introduction to her next set of material throughout her career thus far, whether it was through a song that gives you all the feels or simply makes you want to drop everything and bust a move. Swift threw fans for a bit of a loop with her latest single, delivering a fairly dark, hostile song (and eerie lyric video to go with it) that feels like the beginning of a new T-Swift era – one that tells the world she’s done playing games.

Since Swift decided to start her Reputation​​ period off in a rather scathing way, she’s certainly got the world intrigued for what else is coming with her latest piece of work. In celebration of the kickoff to the next Swift phase, Billboard decided to rank all of her album lead singles to see where “Look What You Made Me Do” falls amongst its predecessors. Take a look at our critic’s takes below.

6. “Look What You Made Me Do,” Reputation (2017)

Using snakes to hint what was coming, Swift insinuated that her newest single was going to involve some spite, and that’s exactly what we got with this hauntingly bitter, bass-thumping tune. If there was any question that Swift may go back to her country roots, this is a pretty solid confirmation that the innocent, sparkly guitar-playing Swift isn’t making a return (she did declare that the old Taylor is dead, after all). Whether that’s a good or bad thing, well, we’ll wait to hear the rest of what Reputation has in store before we make that call – but for now, we’re acclimating to this caustic new vibe.

5. “Tim McGraw,” Taylor Swift (2006)

For a girl who was just getting her start in the songwriting business (while her friends were busy doing high school homework), Swift’s lyricism and smooth vocals on “Tim McGraw” are nothing short of impressive. Perhaps the only issue with it is that both her songwriting and singing have consistently improved throughout the subsequent 11 years.

4. “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” Red (2012)

Swift was technically still considered country at this point in her career, but her initial single from Red definitely hinted at the eventual pop direction she took, adding a little more sass than she had ever brought before (like, ever). Most of her pre-Red breakup songs had a sense of despair and sadness, but there’s absolutely none of that in this farewell tune, which makes it all the more desirable to those who are looking for a way to tell their exes off for good — Swiftie or not.

3. “Mine,“ Speak Now (2010)

Swift had shown that she’s a master at writing love songs with her first two albums, but the first single from her third album showed that she was nowhere near finished writing them — and getting better and better at it. “Mine” is as cute as they come, telling the tale of a couple who are taking on the world together, closing out the spirited chorus with a perfectly mushy-gushy love song line: “You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

2. “Shake It Off,” 1989 (2014)

Ditching the banjos and country twang, Swift introduced her new pop sound with this sick beat - and a chorus that makes singing (and dancing) along unavoidable. While parts of Red showcased a bolder, almost more confident side to Swift, 1989 as a whole proved her to be practically invincible (especially after that album of the year Grammy). That’s immediately apparent from the moment the pounding bass begins in “Shake It Off” and is further solidified through the hater-dismissing lyrics. This is one of those gems that even those in the worst moods can’t help smiling and shaking along to.  

1. “Love Story,” Fearless (2008)

If “sophomore slump” was even still a thing in 2008, Swift’s Fearless certainly didn’t fall into that curse, and she established that straight out of the gate with this Romeo-and-Juliet-tributing romance tune. Starting out with an enchanting banjo, the track’s awe-inspiring series of building melodies (and sweet story line) make for quite the happy ending and belt-worthy finale. While it may not necessarily be her catchiest single to date, a then-teenage Swift crafted a song that made people of all ages want to find their own love story – in under 4 minutes – and that is the sign of true musical genius.

Little Known Abraham Lincoln Facts

1. Learned how to complete tax forms (both 1099 and 1120) by age 8

2. Ate own weight in “beans, cheese, and rhubarb” every day of his adult life

3. Spat in right palm before shaking hands with people whom he loathed

4. Had a secretary named John F. Kennedy

5. Loved to watch his stories before bedtime

Source: Little Known Abraham Lincoln Facts by Darcy Fontaine, 1967.

FICS OF THE WEEK
Capt’n Styles, are you certain of this? They be attracted to man-made light.“
"What is? Sharks?” The young blonde asks in terror.  
“Worse than sharks, lad. There’ll be flesh eating mermaids upon us in minutes, mark my words!” Paul huffs as he continues to wave the bright lantern in front of him, “And Captain Styles here, has us bait!”
Or: The Pirates of the Caribbean inspired au where Harry is a fierce pirate who holds the heart of a beautiful merman.

“You tired or you wanna watch another?”
In lieu of replying, Harry twisted around to press their lips together; slowly, lazily, and Louis responded in kind. Harry sighed quietly, no heat behind the kiss but neither of them were in a hurry to stop.
“Mm.” Louis hummed contentedly, pulling away. “I could kiss you all night.”
“Maybe you should. Love being with you.” Harry mumbled, wondering somewhere in the back of his mind if that was a bit much. “Yeah, let’s watch another film.”
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Harry meets Louis while working in theatre and struggles to keep their relationship as casual as Louis would like.

  • Heart of the sea (63k, chaptered) - past relationship au, blonde!harry, surfer!louis
Crashing out in Indonesia had brought Louis back to reality with a hard and painful collision. Not only did he wipe out in the most spectacular of ways-getting caught up in an undercurrent and slammed against his board hard enough to rip his shoulder from the joint and a few tendons with it- but he’d learned in those long moments that he’d spent underwater fighting for breath and life that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life.
He’d let Harry go.Since moving out of his mum’s house with his baby daughter, it’s always been just Harry and his little Luna Flower; dad and daughter against the world. Things are just fine and Harry doesn’t think he needs anyone – and that could have had to do with the fact that he doesn’t think there’s anyone out there good enough. But, with a leap of faith and some unexpected twists and turns, maybe he might just prove himself wrong.
Or, the one where Harry is a single dad and gets more than he bargained for after a one night stand of sorts.Louis rides a BMX and works in a diner all the hours god sends to keep his little brother Alex with him. Since their parents died, Louis has become mother and father to his sibling but he’s missing out on love.
Harry is a motorcycle gang member with a mysterious past but his vulnerability soon becomes evident as the two men’s worlds collide.
Louis becomes embroiled in a more-dangerous way of living but he helps Harry finds what he’s been missing all along- a place to call home."You kind of have to be a little bit dumb to decide to climb Everest, I think,” Harry says. “Like at some point you should probably say to yourself, ‘Hey, this is really dangerous and expensive and stuff, and maybe I should just, like, become an architect or something.’”
Louis cocks an eyebrow. “An architect, Haz? Is that your secret dream? You want to build –”
“Shh,” Harry says, holding a finger up to Louis’s lips. “I’m trying to make a point. Just that, like, at some point, we all make a stupid choice to put our lives in danger, but that’s just part of why climbing this mountain is such an accomplishment, right? Because most people aren’t dumb enough to try.”

Or: An Everest AU where Louis sets out to climb the tallest mountain on the world and meets a curly-haired guy named Harry who worms his way into Louis’s life. It’s not long before reaching the summit becomes the least of Louis’s worries.When Harry moved out of Doncaster at the age of 18, he left behind way more than a box of memories buried in his backyard. Fast-forward many years and he’s happy again in Los Angeles. And he’s got things figured out. And his life is complete. And then he sees Louis again, which may change things a little bit.
This is not a story about not getting over your high-school boyfriend. This is a story about moving on, about knowing that your first love can be just that- your first love. But it’s also a story about falling for the same person again - at a different age, at a different time, in a different circumstance. Simply because it’s meant to be.harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.The long-haired man grips his arm tightly. “You’re not going to say anything.” It’s not a question.
Louis shakes his head, his body twitching. It hurts.
“Fine.” Large eyes survey him before letting go. “It’s cold. Take this. Wear it.”
Louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped round his tender neck. It’s still warm. Louis touches the soft material. “Thank you.”
The man bears his teeth. “Don’t thank me. Don’t ever thank me.”

Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.
Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”
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1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

technofae  asked:

DO YOU SHIP ARTHUR/EAMES???? (✿◉‿◉) if you do can you pls direct me to some fic bc it's a small fandom and my heart is deprived (✿⊙︿⊙)

Of course! Here are some of my favorites:

  • Presque Vu by rageprufrock (M, 70k)  Or, “on the tip of the tongue.” Arthur meets Mal first. He inherits Dom, after. Everything else is on him.
  • I’ve Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile by gyzym (T, 20k) Arthur’s a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.
  • Sickness and Shame by recrudesence (E, 24k) Arthur has always been told he’s mature for his age. Maybe it comes from being an only child, or from having to step into his father’s shoes too soon, or maybe he’s just too serious for his own good. Whatever the reason, he doesn’t like having his foundations shaken. Going in for a physical is not something that should shake them. 
  • Pants on Fire by helenish (E, 15k) “Ah,” Yusuf says, lifting a reproving hand, “are we calling less than 24 hours of memory loss amnesia now?”
  • Incipit by thehoyden (E, 8k) Arthur has been his editor from the beginning. Eames says he won’t work with anyone else, and what Arthur will never tell him is that he would cut anyone who tried.
  • The Revolution Will Not Be Civilized by the_ragnorok (E, 53k) Arthur is the son of the ruler, and an Omega male. Eames is leading the revolution. Which kidnaps Arthur. This is only the start of their problems.
  • Simple Math by foxxcub (E, 45k) ”So,” Eames says slowly, leaning back against the school wall as he idly taps his cigarette. “We’ve got a problem here.” or, The Fake Boyfriend High School AU
  • What’s a Little Contract Hit Between Friends? by laceymcbain (T, 6k) “Darling, I know we’ve had our differences, but did you put out a contract on my life?” Arthur (accidentally) puts out a hit on Eames.
  • subterfudge by aprettyaway (E, 3k) MI6 would do anything to get the international assassin only known as Arthur. And that includes dressing Eames up in a skirt and stiletto boots.
  • Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry by toomuchplor (E, 20k) Arthur breaks all the rules of American high school films, as though he’s never even heard of John Hughes, and Eames can’t decide if, given the choice, he wouldn’t rather just become Arthur instead of having the chance to be with him. A high school AU wherein Eames is a shy sweet nervous drama geek and Arthur is the confident popular gorgeous student council president; and lo, there is much pining and awkwardness and, eventually, kissing.
  • Fascinating New Thing by kashmir (M, 3k) One day, Arthur runs into someone from his past.
  • Thicker Than Blood by AvocadoLove (M, 27k) “My brother, Tom, has been missing for three days.”
  • Underneath Your Clothes by the_ragnarok (E, 3k) Eames knows that Arthur worked as a stripper before. But knowing and seeing are two different things.
  • la la land by versy (E, 3k) Eames is an award winning/nominated actor pushing forty who finds most of the Hollywood crowd boring. Arthur (~19) is a Disney Channel actor who is nothing like his character and looking forward to the end of his contract. They meet at some party in L.A. and hook up, shamelessly and dirty.
Love Online - Chapter 2

This is chapter 2 of Love Online.  You can find part 1 HERE.  Thanks again to  @booklvr4 for sending me the original prompt for this story.  Enjoy!


Waiting for Your Call

Jamie woke bright and early to get ready for work. Today he felt renewed and lighter than he had in ages.  He knew why, too.  It was Claire.  He had lain awake for hours thinking about her - how she would look lying next to him in his bed, how she would feel when he touched her, what their future might be like.  He knew he was probably jumping the gun here - no one falls in love this fast, do they?  Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was important - monumental even.  Everything inside him was telling him that she was the one.  Should he trust his instincts?  They had never lead him wrong yet.  He had never really believed in destiny…until now.

After showering, Jamie grabbed a cup of coffee on the way to his room to get dressed.  He heard a telltale ‘ding’ coming from his computer.  He smiled and padded over to his desk, clicking on the chat window.

Claire:  Good morning, handsome!  About to leave for work, but couldn’t leave without saying hi.

Jamie smiled at her words, and his heart sped up a little.  God, she was amazing.

Jamie:  Good morning, yourself, beautiful Claire.  Did ye sleep well?

Claire:  Not really, had things on my mind.

Jamie:  Oh really?  What had you so distracted?

Claire:  Well…to be honest…you.  

Jamie:  Me?

Claire:  I thought about you all night, Jamie.  Does that sound crazy?  

Jamie:  If you’re crazy, I am too.  I barely slept at all.  I kept thinking about you too.

Claire:  Do I want to know what you were thinking?

Jamie:  Perhaps, but if I tell you, you might be late for work.

Claire:  Now I’ve got to know. :)

Jamie thought for a moment, hoping that what he was going to say wouldn’t scare her off.

Jamie:  Claire, I’ve been wanting to ask ye…would ye be willing to talk to me on the phone tonight?  Or is it too soon?

Claire:  I think that would be nice, Jamie.  I’ve been wondering what you sound like.  I bet you have a deep, sexy voice.  

Jamie:  LOL.  Weel, I dinna ken, lass.  Ye will have to judge that for yourself.  
Claire:  Indeed I will.  So, do you want to call me around 8?  I’ll send you my info.

Jamie:  It’s a date :)


They both went through their workday as usual, but the day seemed to drag on interminably.  

“Jamie!  Are ye listening to me, man?”

Jamie was working on book bindings with Geordie, his friend and coworker at the print shop.  Jamie had ceased moving for at least 20 minutes and was staring off into space.  At Geordie’s words, he shook into awareness.

“Och, I’m sorry, Geordie.  I’ve got a lot on my mind today.  Did ye need something?”

“Lad, ye have been in a trace for the last half hour with a silly grin on your face.  Tell me, who’s the lass ye are pining for?”

“Lass?  What makes ye think there’s a lass?”  Jamie tried to look serious, but he couldn’t repress a grin.  

“Jamie, I may not ken a lot about women, but I ken well enough when a lad has got it bad for a lassie.  Who is she?”

“Claire,” he said, smiling.  “Oh, Geordie, she’s amazing.”

“Can I meet her sometime?”

“Aye, but *I* need to meet her first.”  Jamie laughed, seeing Geordie’s confusion.  He told him about meeting her online.

“Ah, I see.  Weel, if ye two hit it off and do finally meet, perhaps someday ye can bring her by the shop.”

“I’d like that.”


At around 6 o’clock, Claire was nearing the end of her shift.  It had been a relatively uneventful day, which was unusual for her.  Unfortunately, that also made the day drag on even longer. 

Now, as she clocked out, she couldn’t wait to get home.  She had it all planned.  She would order chinese food for dinner, open a bottle of wine, get on her comfy clothes and wait for his call.  

As it neared 8 p.m. she started getting nervous.  What if he was nothing like she thought he was?  What if he had a high-pitched squeaky voice?  No, a man who looked like that would have a deep voice, smooth as velvet.  She could imagine it now.


Across town, Jamie sat on his bed, staring at his phone.  He was about to hyperventilate.  Why was the thought of really talking to her making him so nervous?  He took another drink from his glass of whiskey, a little kick of courage, as he liked to think of it.  He stared at the clock on his phone.  7:59 p.m.  God, this was it.


Claire’s phone rang.  She took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and answered it.  “H-hello?”

“Hi, there.  This is Claire, right?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“You sound adorable.”

She blushed.  “I love that accent. Do you speak Scots?”

“Aye, wee lassie, I can speak wi’ the best of ‘em, ken?”  He said with an exaggerated brogue.

She laughed.  “I see, well, you sound wonderful.”

“You do too.  What are you doing right now?”

“Just finished eating Chinese food and now I’m drinking a bit of wine.  And you?”

“Whiskey.  I was a bit nervous, you see.”

“Me too.  But I feel better now that we’re talking.  God, you sound sexy as hell.  Oh my, did I just say that out loud?”

He laughed heartily.  “Aye, ye did, lass.”

“Maybe I’ve had too much wine.  Putting the glass down now.”

“Och, dinna fash.  I like that you think my voice is sexy.”

“You do?” she said, hopeful.  “W-what do you think I sound like?”

“Ye sound like an angel, Claire.”

“Fallen angel, you mean.”  She giggled.

“Well, I don’t know about that, but perhaps if ye are as feisty as I think ye are, that description might fit.”

She smiled at that.  “Are you flirting with me, Jamie?”

“Aye, am I doing a good job of it?”

“It’s a good start.  Tell me what you thought about last night.  You never did say.”

“Most of it isn’t fit for your ears, lass.  You’d be surprised at where a man’s mind can go when enticed by such a beautiful creature as yourself.”

“Ooooh, I’m intrigued.”

“What about you, Claire?  What did you think about last night?”

“I imagine it was along the same lines as what you were thinking.”

“If it was, then you are definitely a fallen angel.”  They laughed together, snorting with mirth.

They talked and flirted for hours.  At around midnight, after they’d relaxed with each other and had a couple more glasses of their chosen libations, they began talking seriously about what was to come.

“Jamie, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, Claire.  Always.”

“Is it possible to fall in love in just a day?”

Jamie swallowed.  “Aye…it is.”

“Has it happened to you, then?”

He thought about how he should answer.  In the end, he decided that he wouldn’t hold anything back.  “Aye, it has…with you, Claire.”

She gasped, not expecting that answer, but loving it all the same.  She didn’t know how to say what she wanted to say to him.

“Claire?  Are you still there?”

She cleared her throat.  “Y-yes.  I’m here.  Sorry, I just needed a moment.”

“Did I say too much?” he asked, worriedly.

She smiled.  “No, Jamie.  I think you said just the right thing.  It’s the same…for me.”

His eyebrows shot up.  Was she saying what he thought she was saying?  “Do you mean…?”

“I fell hard for you, Jamie.”

Silence.  After a moment, Claire said, “Jamie?  Are you ok?”

“Aye, lass.  I’m more than ok.  You have just made me…the happiest man…on earth.”  His voice was husky with emotion.

“Oh, Jamie!”  Her voice trembled.

“Should we say it, then?”

“You first.”

“I love you, Claire.”

“And I love you, Jamie.”

They both smiled through their happy tears, amazed by what had just happened.

“Well, since we appear to love each other, it might be a good time to actually meet each other in the flesh, don’t you think?”

She giggled, “Slow down, cowboy, our flesh will meet soon enough.  How about dinner first?”

He howled with laughter, the nervous tension easing away at last.  They were going to have so much fun together, talking, laughing, and sharing their dreams.  He couldn’t wait to see her.  

“You’re a witty one, you know that?” he said, trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard.

She smiled.  “I’ve been known to be quite incorrigible at times.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

They made plans to meet for dinner that Friday.  Two days until they would see each other for the first time.  Two days until the start of the life they’d only dreamed of.

“Jamie…”

“Yes, Claire?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Claire.  Goodnight my sweet lass.”

“Goodnight.”

How They Comfort You When You're Scared (Our Two Bedroom Story Headcanon)
  • Kaoru: Warm. He's holding your trembling body close to him, your shaking limbs vibrate through his own muscles. His large hand stroking your hair, his warm lips pressing against your temple. His other hand, caressing your stomach. "It's fine darling, we'll try again, I will love you no matter what."
  • Minato: Laughing. It's just so childish, to be scared of a thunderstorm at your age. But he finds it endearing, how your hands clench fistfuls of his shirt in their length. And how your face is buried in his chest. It reminds him, that you need him. "Don't worry, I'll Protect you."
  • Akiyoshi: Awkward. He doesn't know what to do. He's not sure if he should cook you something, because your love of food tends to overshadow every other emotion. Or if he should just hold you, and reassure you that he will always be there for you, no matter what. His hand covers your own, a low growl heard in the first word he utters. "I'm here, so don't worry."
  • Shusei: Sweet. He caresses your face, and sprays sweet kisses on your cheeks. He holds you, not allowing you to go away anywhere by yourself. He pushes strands of hair behind your ear, and presses his hands against your own. He whispers the loveliest things in your ear. "Don't worry, just listen to my voice and you'll know you're safe."
  • Chiaki: Mean. At first he teases you about how your scared over something as stupid as a horror movie. Surprisingly enough, it actually works. You get so mad at him for being an insensitive jerk, that you forget all about the movie. His laugh rings through your ears, a smile spreading across his face. "You're pretty when you're mad."
  • -SKY
You’re a soldier
A man who never grew out of his boyhood love for guns
Its part of why I fell for you
Really it is
And I know this is your dream
I want nothing more than to support you
I know the drill
We just sent my cousin on his sixth deployment
Ive has my fair share of friends and family go off to war
But that means I also know the dark side of this
Like my stepdads best friend, I remember the last time I saw him before he left
My moms best friend came home to find her husband swinging from a rope, 6 months after he got back home
Their kid was my age
And I’m in class with a couple of vets now
Not gonna lie
Their war stories are starting to make me sick
I hear them talk of coming home to bottle and pills and broken relationships
Babe you are only 19
And you can already down straight liquor better than most adults I’ve seen
You’ve already escaped that drug filled world
And you’re still my reason for waking up
I’m standing here with a brave smile and shaking knees
Because I fell madly in love with you
And you are a soldier
—  A note from the nervous girlfriend of a soon to be army recruit
On Sandra Bland & My Mom.

My mother is a good person. Anyone who has met her will tell you so. She is kind and will go out of her way to help anyone. We all know this, so remember when I tell this story that I love her.

I love her but she is still a slightly-middle-age white woman who struggles with and often denies white privilege. Yes she knows it’s a thing that exists to some extent but discussing her existence within that context is like setting off a bomb and it hurts.

Cecil the Lion was killed earlier this week. My heart went out to him. Like many people I was enraged. I still am and I can’t shake the feeling that no matter what happens to that dentist, it will never actually feel like justice has been served. Later I saw some posts related to the murder that really spoke to me. These posts merely highlighted the fact that more people care about this one lion’s death than the lives of People of Colour.

I’m going to keep it 100 (and tell you how I feel). If you didn’t read about Sandra, if you didn’t spread the word, or publicly demand justice then you just didn’t care enough. Saying you ‘try to avoid negativity in the news’ is no longer an excuse. People are dying because they look like me and you would call yourself my friend. There, I said it and not half as eloquently as others).

So, I brought up the lion with my mom.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I can’t” was her response when I asked if she had heard about him.

Maybe I should have left it at that but I figured since my intention was to bring up the #SandraBland posts it would be okay to continue. In fact I needed to talk about it. I didn’t want to just post the same comments hundreds of others had. I just wanted to express my own pain.

My mom had never even heard of her.

I briefly explained what I knew of Bland and how I had found out. My mom doesn’t use social media and so I understood why she hadn’t heard of #WhatHappenedToSandra but the fact that she hadn’t only further proved my point. We aren’t talking enough about Sandra Bland (and people who don’t care are already tired of the subject).

“I only know about the lion because it was on the news” she interrupted.

That is part of the problem. Sandra Bland’s story should be on the news, the radio, and everywhere else. The lion’s story spread so fast. The shooter is already being held accountable for his actions (at least by the public). When a Black person dies, those responsible get a paid vacation while the victims’ names are dragged through the mud.

There was silence for about a minute and then my mother was upset.

“You asked me to speak about the lion and I sit here and get yelled at”. Her words stung me.

 In no way had I yelled at her. I was extra careful not to use any tones of judgment or accusations mostly because of previous conversations we’d had about race that had gone wrong.  I spoke with passion and I refused to back down from that passion but I made sure I didn’t refer to her in my avowal.

Sure, I shouldn’t hold back while discussing white privilege. When I say ‘white people do __blank___ and that’s racist’, I shouldn’t have to add appeasing comments for the white people around me. If you are white and you don’t do whatever micro-aggression I’m complaining about, you shouldn’t need me to clarify that I am not talking about you as an individual. That’s generally how I feel but she is my mother and so I avoid things that might hurt her feelings as much as possible. That being said, following her response I lost my temper.

“Oh My God. That’s what you’re taking out of this conversation? I didn’t yell at you. This isn’t about you.” She tried to interrupt again with how it’s not her fault she didn’t know anything about it but I wasn’t looking for blame or guilt, I was only looking to talk.

Like many people do, she got defensive. I was challenging and therefore threatening the privilege she has been accustom to living with. It was in no way personal but she cannot separate my comments on white privilege and her place within it. If she was younger and had twitter she would have been hashtagging #AllLivesMatter and #NotAllWhitePeople.

I asked her to stop. This is where “I can’t” because it hurts to talk about it but she didn’t or wouldn’t hear me. She was still feeling defensive and so she went on. I couldn’t tell you what she said. I checked out.

“Please” I said, “I really need you to stop”. Tears were pouring down my face. I was sobbing. “Can we just not talk? Can I have a moment to myself?” It really hurts. If she can’t hold off on her defensive stance over white guilt long enough to see just how much these events hurt her own daughter, how would she ever understand where I was coming from?

Again I want to remind you (and it seems silly to have to do this) that I love my mom but she may never understand how I feel about race. Despite having raised a black child in this society herself, she’ll probably never fully know what it’s like to have a black kid. Or what I go through being mixed.

I guess I’m writing this event down because it shows me how powerful white denial can be.

4

I wrote about looking back on a lost love and understanding that nothing good comes without loss and hardship and constant struggle. There is no ‘riding off into the sunset,’ like I used to imagine. We are never out of the woods, because we are always going to be fighting for something. I wrote about love that comes back to you just when you thought it was lost forever, and how some feelings never go out of style. I wrote about an important lesson I learned recently…That people can say whatever they want about me, but they can’t make me lose my mind. I’ve learned how to shake things off. I’ve told you my stories for years now. Some have been about coming of age. Some have been about coming undone. This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result…Coming alive.

In the world we live in, much is said about when we are born and when we die. Our birthday is celebrated every year to commemorate the very instant we came into the world, and a funeral is held to mark the day we leave it. But lately I’ve been wondering…What can be said of all the moments in between our birth and our death? The moments when we are reborn…

The debate over whether people can change is an interesting one for me to observe because it seems like all I ever do is change. All I ever do is learn from my mistakes so I don’t make the same ones again. Then I make new ones. I know people can change because it happens to me little by little every day. Every day I wake up as someone slightly new. Isn’t it wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that every day we are new?

For the last few years, I’ve woken up every day not wanting, but needing to write a new style of music. I needed to change the way I told my stories and the way they sounded. I listened to a lot of music from the decade in which I was born and I listened to my intuition that it was a good thing to follow this gut feeling. I was also writing a different storyline than I’d ever told you before.

I wrote about moving to the loudest and brightest city in the world, the city I had always been overwhelmed by…Until now. I think you have to know who you are and what you want in order to take on New York and all its blaring truth. I wrote about the thrill I got when I finally learned that love, to some extent, is just a game of cat and mouse. I wrote about looking back on a lost love and understanding that nothing good comes without loss and hardship and constant struggle. There is no ‘riding off into the sunset,’ like I used to imagine. We are never out of the woods, because we are always going to be fighting for something. I wrote about love that comes back to you just when you thought it was lost forever, and how some feelings never go out of style. I wrote about an important lesson I learned recently…That people can say whatever they want about me, but they can’t make me lose my mind. I’ve learned how to shake things off.

I’ve told you my stories for years now. Some have been about coming of age. Some have been about coming undone. This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result…Coming alive.

I hope you know that you’ve given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you. You are the only one who gets to decide what you will be remembered for.

From the girl who said she would never cut her hair or move to New York or find happiness in a world where she is not in love…

—  1989 Foreword