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Some of my favorite Zodiac pairings

Not all signs included. Just a quick drabble of mine.

Virgo x Pisces: Okay, so I’ve got this huge weakness for opposite signs pairings but Virgo x Pisces holds a special place in my heart. Pisces goes with the flow, and Virgo likes to plan things out. Pisces is a dreamer, while Virgo is an analyst. They have so much to teach one another and if they can put their differneces aside, or tolerate them, their relationship is tender, loving and incredibly fulfilling.

Aries x Gemini: These two are all about the action and the fun. They have such an easy understanding between the two of them and everything seems to come natural to them. Aries is passionate and brash, Gemini is an intellectual and sure to keep their easily bored partner interested, and I just love this little contrast between them. Also, the sex is crazy. 

Leo x Sagittarius: This is the couple everyone will be talking about. They both love being the center of attention and they both like giving lots of admiration to each other. They spark each other’s best sides that people don’t normally get to see all that often like for Sag a sense of security and confidence, and for Leo tenderness and trust. They’re also equally passionate and impulsive so they rarely misunderstand each others moves. Love this pairing.

Scorpio x Pisces: Oh my god, cuteness overload. Big bad mysterious Scorpio falls for dreamy, sweet Pisces. Both are emotionally intense water signs, so this is a relationship full of empathy and understanding. Scorpio is a very complex person and never fails to intrigue Pisces, who loves an intellectual challenge. These two are inseperable and really encourage on another to chase their dreams.

Fanfiction - The Teacher II

I had no choice, really. If you missed it, here is part I.

The Teacher II

Claire hesitated in front of the door, the incrusted bronze plate shining with the letters “Professor Fraser”, beckoning her to dare and knock. She breathed deeply and raised her fist to announce her presence.

“Yes?” A voice answered inside, in a lilt that made her stomach explode in a frenzy of millions of bubbles. She half-opened the door in order to peek inside, realizing that he was accompanied by a student, sitting in front of him in what could only be called “the hot seat”. “Ah, it’s ye Miss Beauchamp.”

“Sorry to disturb you, Professor Fraser.” She said in a respectful tone, watching as her colleague – another Health Management student - looked at her with a cry for help in his brown eyes – slightly hazed from too much weed -, his shoulders slumped in mortal shame. “I have some questions about the essay I still have to write for your class. I was wondering if I could go over them with you, sir.”

James Fraser gave her an uninterested look – which could clearly be interpreted as annoyance with her presence – and finally nodded.

“I’ll be with you presently, Miss Beauchamp.” He said dryly. ”As soon as Mister King here understands that copying a page from Wikipedia is not acceptable as an essay. You do realize I have access to the Internet, Mister King?” His eyebrows were raised above the rim of his black eyeglasses, enhancing his disappointment at his student poorly conducted machinations.

“Yes, Professor Fraser.” The boy furiously nodded, a sinner in repentance, his neck slowly disappearing between his shoulders as he tried to bury himself away, escaping those piercing blue eyes. “I am very sorry, sir.”

“I’m sure ye are.” The teacher gave him a lopsided smile, neatly pilling the sheets of paper crossed out in red ink and pushing them in his direction. “You have until tomorrow to deliver a corrected version of this paper, Mister King. I’ll have to grade it for a maximum “B” after this mischief, but it’s certainly better than the current “D” – from disaster.”

He pursed his lips and waited patiently as the student collected his belongings and made the walk of shame towards the door of his office. Claire could barely contain a smile as her colleague grimaced to her, rolling his eyes in despair, his back turned to the punishing master.

“Come in, Miss Beauchamp.” Professor Fraser urged her and, quickly patting Arthur King’s back in comfort, Claire moved inside the office and closed the door behind her. “How can I help ye?” He asked in a dark tone.

He looked serious and poised, his forearms resting on the mahogany table in front of him. His office was clean and discrete, fairly organized with stacks of paper and folders thoroughly aligned and labelled. He had a shelf filled with books behind him, silently complaining with copious overweight – Claire recognized titles from classic economy books but also lots of poetry and historical tomes. Over the years – both in nursing school and now as medical student –, she had been inside many teacher’s offices. There was a tendency for hoarding and to accumulate trinkets and photographs, as they spent so much time working inside them. However, Jamie’s office spoke of order and contention, only a photograph of himself with a dark haired woman – the same blue slanted eyes smiling to the photographer, betraying their kinship – and a small statue of a leaping stag.

“I was wondering if you could explain me again some concepts.” Claire said in strong voice, locking the door from the inside and slowly moving towards his desk. “I’m not sure I’m truly enlighten about them – in spite of our class yesterday.”

“Do ye now?” Jamie quirked a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “I thought I was fairly clear.” He rose from his chair and came around the desk, nearing her like a graceful predator.

“Some things benefit from repetition.” She licked her lips and, smiling widely, sat on his desk – her floral dress hiking up as she went, exposing her fair legs to his eyes, soft and creamy.

“Christ, Sassenach.” His mask of tight control fell – exposing his raw edges underneath it. He moaned and strode towards her in a heartbeat, placing himself between her parted thighs, his mouth punishing hers for the teasing, his hands grasping her curly hair. “I just had ye yesterday, but I want ye so much it hurts already.”

“I want you too.” She panted, as he touched her breast with his strong palm, her nipple already painfully aware of his proximity. “I couldn’t help myself – I had to come. I had to see you, to feel you.”

“When I saw ye standing at my door, I almost lost it.” He groaned, his hands brushing the soft skin inside her thighs, as he kissed and suckled her neck. “And ye – wearing this dress, ye wicked little vixen. I thought I’d throw ye into my desk and take ye, there and then, right in front of Mister King.”

“You’re a very good actor.” She laughed, her hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants. “I could swear you didn’t even like me – least of all wanted to shag me in your office.” Claire yelped as he kneeled in front of her and bit the sensitive skin, moist and heated from his attentions.

“This is madness.” He nuzzled her, his hands gripping her arse to bring her closer to him. “If we behave like uncontrolled teenagers someone will find out. We need to stop seeing each other here.”

A month before they had started seeing each other – meeting for dinner away from campus and taking long walks on secluded parks and on the coastline, where they could hold hands and kiss, languid and carefree. The underlying attraction had been there from the start, they were forced to admit – and their mutual feelings had bloomed into full spring, nurtured by hours of solitude and touches. At first the idea of sneaking around was fun and certainly arousing – but soon enough the burden of pretending indifference had become a permanent struggle and a source of unhappiness.

“You can stop.” Claire suggested teasingly, her lips tasting the hollow of his throat – skilfully undoing the first buttons of his shirt – the pulse of desire emanating from his skin. “I won’t force you, I promise.”

“I canna refuse ye.” He said in a hoarse voice, his accent made more evident by lust and strong emotion, as she struggled to free him from the constraining underwear. “Not today – nor ever, mo ghraidh.”

He played her like a violin – robbing her lips of moans and sobs that echoed in his heart like notes of the purest music, his eyes fixed on the way her beautiful face almost shattered, so close to be undone. Jamie touched her until his own body hurt – a desire so powerful it bordered on excruciating pain -, finally ready to take her. As he adjusted his body to hers, her head lulled back as she surrendered to the eminent joining, a knock on the door sounded – menacing and real, like a sudden tear on active muscle.

Their eyes locked in terror for a moment, their bodies almost fused together, their breathing ragged and superficial.

“Who is it?” Jamie questioned, struggling to compose his voice. He kissed her swollen lips one final – desperate – time and pulled her out of the desk, quickly helping her to adjust her clothes.

“Fraser?” The voice of Professor Raymond came from outside. “I need to discuss with you the program for the summit. May I come in?”

Mallaichte bas!” Jamie cursed, gritting his teeth. “Just a second!” He shouted through the door, composing his own clothes and brushing his hair with trembling fingers. Like two actors in a comical play, Claire launched herself into the chair, searching for her best concentrated and slightly bored look, as Jamie hurried to adjust the crumpled papers on his desk. When everything seemed to be in natural order, they nodded to each other and Jamie opened the door with a pleasant smile plastered on his lips.

“Ah.” The little man, with silver hair and dark all-knowing eyes, noticed Claire sitting like a student in best possible behaviour. “I hadn’t realize you were busy, James.”

“Miss Beauchamp and I were merely discussing her last paper.” Jamie explained, adjusting his glasses. “She had already started it before she transferred to your class.”

“No doubt.” Professor Raymond smiled, clearly amused. His eyes drifted through the room – in spite of their best efforts, Claire’s lips were clearly swollen and her hair even more unruly than usual. Jamie, although composed, had the look of a man battling a cramp in the belly – his eyes wild and fiery, his smile a bit too tense. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your…work.”

“That’s alright, Professor.” Claire raised from her chair and headed to the door, her neck still flushed. “I think I have everything I need for now. Thank you, Professor Fraser. I’ll be sure to deliver my complete work later.”

Both men stared as she waved and disappeared, closing the door behind her.

“Your fly is open, James.” Raymond warned him in an amiable tone and laughed like a content toad, to Jamie’s utter dismay.

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“Have you asked for me, Professor Mackenzie?” Jamie announced himself, standing on the threshold of Colum MacKenzie’s - the dean of faculty - office.

“Ah, James – yes.” Colum’s calculative gaze turned to Jamie, as he invited him to sit with a brief hand gesture. He was silent for a while, studying Jamie’s cordial face, his hands entwined in thoughtfulness. “I asked ye here because a pressing matter has been brought to my attention.” He finally said, leaning back against his leather covered office chair.

“How may I help?” Jamie furrowed his copper brows.

“Ye can stop seeing Claire Beauchamp.” Colum said in a cutting voice, which froze Jamie’s insides – was he fishing for the truth, expecting him to confirm his suspicions; or did someone actually see him with Claire? He was certain Raymond knew after their encounter in his office, but was confident the man wouldn’t tell a soul due to their friendship.

“That is hardly possible.” Jamie smiled, trying to look relaxed and uncompromised. “She attends this school and I am a teacher here.”

“I was wondering if I had to remind ye of that exact fact.” Colum admonished, harshly. “Someone informed me that you have been involved in some kind of affair with the lass. I couldna believe it. That a teacher – my nephew, no less – would be sae foolish and careless.”

“Who told ye that?” Jamie gripped his fist, hidden bellow the desk, barely containing the anger in his voice.

“It doesna matter.” Colum shook his head, his eyes demanding and judgemental. “Will you deny it, Jamie?”

Jamie endured the assault of his eyes, his own stormy and strong. Eventually, he sighed and shrugged.

“No, I won’t deny it. I’m in love with Claire and I’m dating her.” He confessed, tilting his chin in defiance. Colum hissed like a harassed animal and pursed his lips in discontent. “I’m a professor here but she isna my student – we only got involved when she quit my class. Nothing happened before!” Jamie guaranteed, tapping his fingers on his leg.

“I had hope the girl was lying.” Colum brushed his thinning hair. “How could ye be sae stupid? How could ye overlook what screwing the lass would mean to this school?”

“What we have,” Jamie hissed, adamant. “Is much more than screwing, uncle. Claire is the woman I waited for all my life. I won’t forsake her – not even for yer precious reputation.”

“I see.” Colum breathed through his nose, like a resentful cat. His eyes searched Jamie’s, as they battle their unwavering wills. “In that case ye have a decision to make – let go of the lass or yer days of teaching are numbered.” And with a magnanimous nod of the head, he dismissed him. “Professor Fraser.”

A New Friend

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: this revolves around Y/N having social anxiety, there’s a panic attack, and light cursing
A/N: I personally do not have social anxiety, so I’m basing this off of what I’ve read and heard from my friends. If I got this wrong I’m very sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!
Word count: 1642

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“Hey, Bellamy, is that group back from the hunting trip yet?” You hear one of the delinquents ask. You already know the answer. No, they’re not. If they were, your best friend Alex would have already run up to you to tell you all about the adventures he had while venturing past the almost finished walls.

You’d been friends with him since you were both children on the ark. The two of you had been neighbors. It’s always been hard for you to talk to people and put yourself out there, but with Alex everything just seemed to naturally flow between the two of you. Alex was great at making conversation, but could also enjoy the silence you two shared when you just didn’t know what to say. He understood how hard it could be for you to talk sometimes. At one point your social inefficiency worried your parents so much they took you to see Dr. Griffin. She came to the conclusion you had social anxiety. She wanted to give you medication, but couldn’t due to the fact that it wasn’t a life threatening disease. You would just have to deal with it.

So that’s how your life proceeded on the Ark. You kept to yourself during the day at class, but when you got back to your room you finally came out of your shell around Alex. He was, and still is, your anchor. Everybody thought you were weird, treated you like an outcast really, because of how difficult it was to talk to them. You have no idea how you would have gotten through everything life has thrown at you without him. He’s been there for you through it all– your mom getting sick, you getting arrested after you tried to steal medicine for her, her dying, and he even got himself arrested so you wouldn’t be in the Sky Box by yourself.

Then it all seems to come crashing down around you, as you stop reminiscing. They weren’t back yet. They’d been gone since morning, and right now the sun was on the verge of setting. This wasn’t good. Something must have went wrong, but what? Did they get lost in unknown territory by accident? Did grounders attack them? Your mind was racing, heart beating so fast you thought it was going to burst out of your chest.

You leave your job of sorting food, walking toward the drop ship. Once you’re inside you find a corner, and proceed to let the panic attack you’re having consume you. Your back is pressed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest, and arms hugging yourself as tight as you can. Deep breaths in and out, you think. That’s what Alex would always tell you when you got like this. It was no use, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control in your head. Tears started to roll down your cheeks, oh god, what would you do without him? He’s been your only friend for years, the only person who knew that you could be loud, funny, and even sarcastic. There’s something, or someone, making noise but you can’t focus on it. You feel yourself floating, no longer having your anchor to tie you down. Suddenly, a hand was on your shoulder.

Murphy’s voice wafts through the air into your
ears, “Are you okay?”

That was weird. Murphy never gave a shit how other people were feeling. He was always yelling at people to get back to work, no matter what injury or illness they had acquired. For a second you wonder if you should say yes, but then he’s going to make you go back to work and you can’t in the condition you’re in. You shake your head side to side signaling no.

“I’ve been trying to ask you what’s wrong,” he says, still crouching next to you, with a hand on your shoulder. He must have been standing there for awhile, that’s the murmurs you pushed to the back of your mind. You keep expecting him to raise his voice at you, or spew derogatory comments your way. He doesn’t. Instead his voice is gentle, fingers drawing light, calming patterns where his hand is.

“A-Alex,” is the only world you’re able to get out of your mouth. Your breathing is still erratic, it’s calmed down since Murphy has given you something to think about other than your dark thoughts.

“Oh, the dude you’re always with. He’s on the hunting trip, right?” The first sentence he says sounds, disappointed? That can’t be right, why would Murphy, of all people, be disappointed you were worrying about your best friend.

“T-they’ve b-been gone, for a really lo-long time,” you stutter through the sentence, tears slowly stop falling from your eyes.

“That’s what you’re freaking out about? Y/N sometimes hunting trips take longer than half a day. Besides, they’re probably on their way back now with a huge amount of game,” he lowers himself next to you. His arm makes its way around your shoulders, so he’s pulling you into his side.

“You think so?” You whisper, looking up at him.

“I know so. So, stop worrying about your boyfriend, everything’s going to be okay.” His hand tightened the tiniest bit when the word boyfriend left his lips.

“Alex isn’t my boyfriend,” you tell him, glancing at him with a confused expression across your face.

“Okay, then what do you two call what you’ve got going on? You’re always with each other, and you only talk to him. It’s obvious you two have something going on behind closed doors,” Murphy explains as his signature smirk crosses his lips. You nudge him lightly, in a joking manner, with your shoulder.

“He’s my best friend, and I talk to only him because I’m bad with people. I want to have more friends but, I can’t. I freeze up when I talk to people,” your voice gradually gets quiter as you speak. You’ve been wanting to tell people that for years. You want them to know you’re not judgemental, just scared.

“Well, you’re talking to me. Actually, I think this is the most I’ve ever heard your voice. Ya know, for awhile I thought you were just a bitch that thought she was too good to talk to us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s because you were raised on alpha station. Your dad was a doctor, and your mom had a good chance of becoming chancellor in the future. There was no reason to dig deeper. Why would someone who’s always had it all want to associate with the good for nothing kids who’d committed crimes?” Murphy leaned his head back against the wall, eyes aimed at the ceiling. You saw his jaw clenching, he had hated you, you realize. The anger in this boy was monumental, the pain he held was just as large, but hidden.

“I don’t think that.” He looks over at you, your eyes lock. “That you’re good for nothing, or that I’m better than you. I kind of envy you actually. You can talk to people. Yeah sure, you mostly insult them, but I can’t even get a measly ‘hi’ out most of the time. Plus, some of you are here for the same reason I am, trying to help someone you love. And that’s not a crime.” Your speech comes to an end, and Murphy has gotten closer to you. His expression was calculating: watching the way your face moved as you talked, listening to the conviction in your tone, being aware of how close your bodies really were.

“Wow, that’s bullshit,” you can’t help but deflate a bit at his words. “You don’t envy me, just the way I communicate. Trust me, my life isn’t rainbows and butterflies. Also, if you haven’t noticed, you’ve been talking to me just fine for the pas-” Murphy’s sentence gets cut off.

Someone is screaming about how the hunting party is back. Before you can think you’re on your feet ready to run to them. You stop in your tracks, right as you were about to sprint, and turn to Murphy. You look at him for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to go back to the boy you thought you knew before this conversation. That is unnecessarily cruel, but now you know there’s some part of him that cares about others. Sure it might manifest in, unusual ways, but none the less it was still there. You take a chance, you hold out your hand offering to help him up.

“Well, are you coming?” You ask shooting him a small smile. He looks shocked for a second before concealing his emotions. He takes your hand.

“Don’t think this is going to get you special treatment, Doll,” he says slinging his arm around your shoulder before steering you two out of the drop ship.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” your voice is quiet, only he can hear your words. You don’t want to draw attention to the two of you, knowing what they’ll say. All caution is thrown into the wind when you see Alex. You run to him, engulfing him in a giant hug.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again,” you mumble, your face pressed into his shoulder.

“I won’t, I won’t. Now, what was that about?” Alex asks, head motioning over to the spot where Murphy stands. Once he notices the two of you looking at him, he diverts his gaze to the person next to him.

“We just talked,” you say with a smile.

“You? Talked? With someone besides me? And Murphy no less?” Your best friend continues to rattle off questions. All you can do is answer them one at a time while thinking about what this might mean, have you added a new friend to your list? Hopefully, you think.

Richonne little kisses

@iminyjo​ : following my post for the 7x12 party, you ask me why I’m unable to decide between the kisses

One of my posts answered a similar anonymous question: I was then asked which was my favorite kiss among the three main ==> HERE

And now, let me share my feeling about the little ones…

The “good morning” kiss and the forehead kiss certainly don’t have the same impact as the others but  have the same meaning: proof of intense feeling and I love them as much as the others.
I love them because those kisses are the symbol of their alchemy, proof that their love is sincere and profound.

Those are these little details that make me love them all the more because they are in line with what has always been the relationship between Rick and Michonne: no need for great outpouring to show what they feel, a glance, a nod, a touch is enough. And I like the fact that although they are officially a couple, writers and surely the actors, continue to offer us these little gestures.

THE GOOD MORNING KISS

This is only a small kiss on her shoulder, but it’s so natural. I like this attention as stealthy as it is, because it shows us how confident Rick is. That it was not just a one night stand between two friends, that Michonne was not a second choice. No, for Rick, she is the woman whose he wants to feel the softness of the skin on his lips in the early morning while she is in his arms. And this little gesture then becomes the most beautiful symbol of this well-being, this evidence between them.

THE FOREHEAD KISS

The forehead kiss, shows us how true they are. In the same situation, for any other couple, we would have seen the two protagonists offer us a fake Hollywood kiss … But once again with these two, everything seems more natural, more true. There is this degree of realism and sincerity that makes this simple kiss so beautiful and it says as much as if he had touched her lips. He is hurt, he suffers, but he has succeeded, he is happy and the one who has given him faith (and by extension his smile) is in his arms. And he thanks her by kissing her tenderly on the forehead and maybe it’s the intensity of his fight, the breadth of his smile, or the strength of Michonne’s embrace but something makes this kiss as intense as others. 

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I don’t know if it’s to have waited so long for them to officially become a couple or if it’s the alchemy between these two actors, but each of these kisses, however small, symbolizes so well the depth of their love that I can not decide wich one is my favorite.

And the 2 new kisses of the 7x12 promo will make the task more difficult.

@iminyjo​ tell me if the two posts answered your question, thank you for asking me!!

i wanna roll with him (a hard pair we will be) | JiKook, non!AU

Length: oneshot; 2,868 words

Pairings: JiKook (ninja Yoonseok)

Rating: NC-17

Genre: smut, pwp-ish, thirst, bandfic, now with 40% more emotions!

Summary: Jungkook honestly didn’t have much experience with other boys (i.e., he didn’t have any experience with other boys at all), but everything seemed to come so naturally with Jimin that he didn’t have to think much. Just follow his instincts and remember what he had seen in the few gay porn videos he had watched (not that he would ever admit out loud that he had watched those kinds of videos).

Notes: the third part of my canon compliant JiKook series, this time with explicit smut and (gasp) could it be… feelings?? Also, I’m not breaking the tradition of naming the chapters after songs from the late 2000s – this time, the title was taken from Lady Gaga’s ‘Pokerface’.

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it’s time! but firstly, let me tell you, it was very, very hard to pick, because you’re all amazing and lovely! honestly, i looked through some wonderful simblrs, and each and every one of them is amazing in different was. unfortunately, i can’t choose all of you, but know that your work is very, very much appreciated - and maybe you’ll make it to next month’s list! just another useful info: links to these blogs will be displayed through june in a little box on the left - click the heart to open it, and then click again to hide it.

escis @escis

i wasn’t sure if yours was a little simblr - i’ve been following you for a while, and whenever i see your posts, i’m blown away with how pretty they are. not only your aesthetics, but your gameplay is extremely soothing and nice, and your sims look lovely! also, i love, love, love your oasis springs build!

andromeda-sims @andromeda-sims

there will always be an exception who didn’t reblog the post, but i stumbled upon them myself - well, in your case, @bratfish did. i haven’t finished reading your story yet, but i can already tell that it’s amazingly written, the pictures are not only extremely pretty, but they are beautifully composed, and you create amazing ambiance with them. your buildups with sound effects make a perfect base for actual dialogue, and everything just seems real and natural.

jessimblr @jessimblr

i don’t know much about the history challenge, but i know it takes some serious planning, knowledge, and dedication. it’s amazing how beautifully you created an egyptian world with almost only game elements - the clothes, builds, and the general environment looks and feels very accurate. the same goes for the previous generation - though i know even less about prehistoric accuracy. either way, i can’t wait to see you make it to another era!

sunnisims4 @sunnisims4

i’m a sucker for stories taking place in other timelines, apparently. but your current story amazes me - it’s just beautifully written, the vocabulary you use and the words you so carefully choose makes it evident that you know what you’re writing about. the clothes and the interior design is just the cherry on top, the whole thing makes me feel very happy - and, of course, curious for what’s going to happen.

purpleseaberry @purpleseaberry

you are just too cute! your sims are lovely, you have some great editing skills, your aesthetic is cute but badass at the same time, and your interiors are so colourful! also, the ground textures appreciation post made me unreasonably happy. your whole blog, to be honest, makes me very happy!

once again, thank you all for participating, you’re amazing! ♥

Danger is my middle name - a Stiles x Reader imagine

Wow who is the worst, disappears forever, comes back to post something that literally no one asked for? Me. 

Sorry for being gone for so long, I’m not going to promise that I will be back for good or anything because we all know how that works out. But I do promise that I am working on a lot of different stories. and I am so happy to finally be getting back into the mood of writing. 

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TUTORIAL - HOW TO CREATE A FISHABLE SWIMMING POOL 

Warning: it does not require cc nor mod, just cheat codes.

1- Create a swimming pool.
2 - On the text box (press ctrl+shift+c) you have to type bb.moveobjects on and press enter.
3 -Then type bb.showhiddenobjects and press enter.
4 - Now on the search box of the inventory type ‘debug’. It will show a long list of hidden objects.
5 - Look for the fishing signals and buy at least one of those (note they are a lot but you have to get those on which pop ups a description when you select the icons, NOT those on which it says only 'debug § 0’.
6 - Finally, put the fishing signal close at the poolside.
Note 1 - You can decorate around the pool with plants and rocks, and you can even hide the fishing signal so that everything seems more natural, but don’t put so much decorations where there’s the green grid of the fishing signal. This is the fishing area which must be walkable for your fisher-sims.
Note 2 - This procedure works even with a fountain.

Enjoy!

  • If you like it, put your “like” or reblog me ^_^
  • Please don’t claim this tutorial as your own
  • Tag ‘lovenovavita’ so I can see how it works in your game.
Everything Wrong with the Twilight Saga: The Audience

The audience of a book is something that most writers have in mind. We usually set out to write a children’s book, or a YA novel, or adult fiction, and the writing reflects that. There are things that I can get away with in YA that wouldn’t fly in middle grade, but there are also things that I can’t do in YA due to the fact that it’s essentially the PG-13 of the writing world.

The audience of a book can also dictate themes. Several people disliked the moral relativism that was being discussed in A Series of Unfortunate Events, particularly at the end, because they thought that it wasn’t appropriate for children, while GRRM enjoys the ability revel in moral relativism.

Stephenie Meyer set out to write her book with a very specific audience in mind. She tailored her book to appeal just right to that audience.

The only problem was that it wasn’t the audience that the series was marketed to.

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me reading an article about 9s: wow, this sounds a lot like me. this is a lot like me;;;;

I just spent the last 3 days on Saltspring Island hiking and exploring tide pools and soaking up the sun and sitting around a campfire laughing with good friends and the ginger. The absolute best. My heart is so full. One night he told me “not to be sappy, but I’m really going to miss you when you leave.” Guys. I am so fucked. I’ve never felt this comfortable and couple-y and excited and myself around someone. Three days together and I still want to spend more time with him. We are the same person in too many ways. I want to be around him and touch him all the time. I sold him my bed lol cause he’s moving into his own place for the first time at the end of the month so I’m just staying with him for my last few days in Van. Like everything seems so easy and natural and like we’re an actual couple. But I leave in two weeks. So fuuuuuck. Time for a conversation to happen soon. I don’t know what I want to happen or what he wants, but I do know that I’ve never felt like anything with a guy was this easy or enjoyable. I should at least tell him that I guess. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recommendations because I'm up to date with Dwelling and I need something to keep me going! It's so wonderful you have such a lovely style of writing where everything seems so natural

<3 thank you so much!! i feel like i’m going to be disappointing with the recs bc i don’t have enough time to read much fic and probably only get to the Big Famous Fics a million years late, but here’s some stuff i’ve enjoyed lately (i’m assuming you want drarry):

  • all of @astolat’s fic is so good but my favourite forever is House Proud which has all of the things i like in general let alone in fic (weird houses/gothic vibes/sudden terror/bedsharing/fae stuff), tho obvs i have to do a shout out to Slithering which is full of pining so good that at one point i had to curl into a ball and do some careful breathing
  • i really liked @gyzym’s latest, What We Pretend We Can’t See, which is VERY long and so should keep u occupied for a little while, and also has a great rendition of pining wherein first harry doesn’t realise he’s doing it, and then he DOES, and it’s great. all the flavours of pining. plus it’s so kind.
  • @waspabi’s Stately Homes of Wiltshire does a very good nervous/highly strung/trying his best draco (my favvy) and is VERY funny. i’m saving Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for when it’s finished because i just do not have the temperament to deal with WiPs, when they’re good i get obsessive and then i have to annoy my gf by talking to her about draco malfoy, and i can TELL this fic is gonna be amazing. yes, i am also an enormous hypocrite, i know it!
  • i’ve just started reading @seefin’s Wild and so far it features loudmouth witch sisters and Ireland so uh, yes, i am very into it, when the essay from hell and my reading for next semester is done i intend to reward myself by properly sinking into it. potentially w a hot bath as well.
  • i assume you’ve read Maya. if u haven’t i am so insanely jealous that you’ll get to read all her fics for the first time that we probably will never be able to speak again. i ration out rereads now just so i don’t know them too well.

EDIT: OH DAMN and i forgot everything that @letteredlettered has ever written. yes. go for it, my personal fave is Another Mask Behind You  but they’re all brill and weird and inventive and heartwrenching.

Jinyoung Imagines - Soulmates? (Part 2)

A/N - Someone requested that I do a part 2 for the Jinyoung soulmates au so here it is! I hope you guys like it~ I’ll be making this one into a little series with 3 more parts after this one so look forward to that!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“What are you talking about?”
“You- you don’t see it?” You stuttered, half unbelieving of what was happening.
“No, what am I supposed to be seeing?”
“Colour…as soon as I touched you I began to see colour. Don’t you know about the whole soulmate thing?”
“You actually believe in all that soulmate crap?” He scoffed.
“Well do you have any explanation for why I can all of a sudden see in colour after our hands touched?”
“No but it’s not that stupid soulmate thing. You’re destined to be with one person for the rest of your life? Bullshit. That kind of thing is only in fairytales and let me tell you, princess, this isn’t a fairytale.” You were getting more and more frustrated with the man standing in front of you but you took in a deep breath before challenging him, “If you won’t believe me then why don’t you let me prove it to you?”
“I’ve got nothing better to do. I’ll give you three days to convince me, princess. Good luck.” He smiled sarcastically at you, only encouraging you to prove him wrong.
“First of all, my name’s not ‘princess’ it’s (Y/N). And secondly, since you’re not busy then let’s go!”
“Now?”
“Yes now. I’ve only got 3 days so we need to get started right away!” You grabbed his wrist and did your best to ignore the sparks that you felt shooting up your fingers as you pulled him out of the coffee shop, making sure not to forget your coffee. Even your soulmate wasn’t important enough to make you leave your coffee behind.

You hadn’t actually thought about where you would take him but nevertheless you led him to your car and got in the driver’s seat. Once you had both got in, you started the ignition and began to drive. Ideas flew through your hair until the perfect place popped into your mind. There was a little alcove in your favourite park where you used to go as a child; barely anyone knew about it and you had often dreamt about taking someone, your soulmate in particular, there.
“So where are you taking me then?” He asked, eyeing you suspiciously.
“You’ll find out soon enough…” you hesitated, realising you didn’t actually know his name. “I told you my name but you never told me yours.”
“Oh it’s Jinyoung.”
“Jinyoung…I like that name.” His name sounded nice to your ears, as though it was made for you.

The two of you talked throughout the entire car journey as though you had known each other for months rather than minutes. To you, everything seemed natural but to Jinyoung, it was all unfamiliar. He had never believed in soulmates. How could there only be one person for you in the entire world? The likelihood of people actually finding their soulmate was so low that he swore to himself he would never let himself fall into the belief that it was true. Seeing the world in black and white was just an abnormality that some people grew out of at random points in their life. How could the touch of one person immediately change that? It couldn’t. Of course it couldn’t. But why was this girl so adamant? How could she believe it so strongly? He kept stealing glances at her as she drove, unaware of the reality of their bond. Jinyoung had promised himself not to fall prey to this fairytale concept yet here he was with the girl who claimed to be his one and only. Could this all be true? Was she truly his soulmate? He shook his head and turned to face the road ahead. No, of course it wasn’t true.

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Prompt: Emma waking Killian up with pleasurable activities ;)

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He was warm against her back. Deliciously so.

It was strange how quickly she had grown accustomed to sharing a bed with him. Tugging on the covers when he rolled over in his sleep, entangling her legs in his, letting him swing his arm around her waist and pull her towards his chest: everything seemed so natural.

She secretly loved to watch him sleep as he lay by her side. It was really the only time she ever got to look at him - well, without him raising a brow at her, making some quip or she just got lost in those damn eyes of his.

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It Isn’t Forever - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by morefelton

Words: 1178
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Featuring: Steve Rogers, T'Challa
Warning: Lil bit of angst, swearing
Requested by anon
Hello, I know you get a lot of Bucky requests but I have a prompt; you know at the end of Civil War Barnes undergoes cryostasis? I was thinking you could do an imagine where the reader has feelings for him and he has them in return, they go and say bye to him and maybe kiss? They tell him that they’re going to help him and so on. Make it fluffy?? Or whatever you think is best <3<3
Authors Note: Ok i really tried to make it fluffy but….i was feeling more sad. FLUFFY ANGST!

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“Where are you going?” You followed Cap. Currently, T'Challa was letting you, Steve and Bucky stay with him until Steve could get out and rescue the others.

“Nowhere, it’s really not-”

“It’s Bucky, isn’t it?”

Steve sighed, “Yes…”

You nodded and began to follow Steve into an unknown part of where you were staying. “What are you doing?” Steve asked you once he realized you were right behind him.

“I’m coming with you,” You said, “If Bucky is getting frozen again, I want to talk to him before it’s too late.”

“Why?” Steve slowed his walk, trying to stall.

You looked up at him with a serious face, “I-I love him,” You told Steve, and it was hard for you to say, but you managed to get it out without crying. Knowing you loved him and that he was going to be gone for a while, it really hurt. Why did you decide to wait so damn long to talk to him?

You and Steve walked into the room where Bucky and T'Challa were waiting. Bucky was sitting on the table with a wrap around his shoulder where his metal arm used to be. He stopped talking with T'Challa and smiled when he saw you and Steve walking in together.

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The Calls

It’s been two months after the incident with Tord. The group of friends locked away the hurt feelings Tord had inflicted on them. None of them ever saw Tord after that, or so they thought.

The gang was hanging out in Edd’s apartment watching whatever there was on. Edd was drawing on his sketch book absentmindedly humming to himself. Matt’s eyes were glued onto the screen trying his best just to focus on his reflections on the tv. Tom was busy in the kitchen doing who knows what. Suddenly Edd’s phone vibrated in his pants causing Matt to look over curiously. Edd placed down his items and took out his phone. The caller ID read “Mum”. 

“Ah, sorry guys it’s my mum,” Edd apologized as he stood up to answer. “Hello-”

“Hi Edd’s mum!” Matt yelled over excitedly. Edd gave Matt a nervous look before hearing a low chuckle in his ear. Edd paid his attention back to the phone after telling Matt his mom said “hi” also. 

“They still don’t know?” The voice questioned. Edd masked his nervousness so Matt didn’t grow suspicious. Edd swallowed to moisten his dry throat thinking for an answer to respond. “That’s alright Edd. I want to see you again…. please? I’ve had a rough day again.” The guy continued. Edd smiled brightly to make everything seem natural. 

“Will do! I’ll be there soon then,” Edd smiled and hug up quickly before the other could respond. He turned towards Matt and Tom as the eyeless man just walked in with a plate full of food. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Sorry guys, my mum called and asked if I could run her some errands again. I’ll be back by- just later.” Edd added hastily. Matt let out a complained groan.

“Awh Edd! You been running her errands for the past three days. Can’t she have someone else do it? Like Tom?” Matt suggested pointing a thumb at him.

“Hey!” Tom swatted Matt’s hand away. He looked over at Edd skeptical too. “Anyways, I just think you’re not telling the full truth. Who are you seeing? A girl?” Tom asked with a smirk. Edd narrowed his eyes and laughed sarcastically. 

“Very funny, but no. I am just helping my mum and that’s that.” Edd concluded and began heading towards the door. He quickly left without another word from the two. Once he was in the hall he released a big sigh. It was hard to cover this up with the mom errands excuse. Edd ran his fingers through his hair as he began walking out of the building. His eyes darting around making sure no one was following him. Edd chuckled to himself and shook his head lightly. No wonder Tom questioned if he was seeing a girl! The way he was acting was quite suspicious. 

Edd came to a halt when he got towards the edge of town to an old looking abandoned building. It had a giant fence of barbed wire going around it, but Edd knew a secret entrance. He opened the part of the fence like a door no one could even recognize. He shut it behind him as shivers ran down his spine. Edd was nervous. If the guys found out what he was doing- who he was seeing for the past week they would flip. Edd walked up to the cracked building and walked into one of the creepy doors. Instantly the motion light brightened up the place. It was nice inside. Silver chrome floor and walls and nice looking furniture. You would only think this place was abandoned if you were viewing from the outside, but the inside was well furnished. Before taking another step two of the usual soldiers welcomed him. 

“Good afternoon, Edd. Red Lead-” Patryk got jabbed in the ribs by Paul. Patryk gave him a irritated look before correcting himself. “Tord is expecting you. This way now.” Edd allowed the two lead him to Tord’s room, but he could of found his way by memorization. Edd felt like he was shaking, and every step brought him closer to Tord. He didn’t know why he always got so nervous because the relationship he had with Tord was close maybe too close. Edd guessed that he was still trying to reassure himself that Tord is really a good guy and won’t leave him for the third time. He didn’t think he could handle that. Maybe it would’ve better if he never ran into him, yet he felt so compelled to see the gun-loving maniac. 

Paul and Patryk showed him directly to the door and left Edd to be. Edd said his quick thanks under his breath then faced the door. His nervous hand trembled as he picked it up to knock at the door. However, the door swung open before he could knock. Edd jumped with surprise and there he was. Tord stood there with his hood up covering majority of his face mostly his right side. Edd could see Tord sigh and smile.

“Hello Edd,” Tord greeted with his accent still clearly there. “Come in, Come in. Take a seat on my bed!” Tord motioned into his room taking a step back. Edd nodded and walked into the sudden splash of color. Tord’s room is decorated with golden chrome and reds. Edd walked himself towards the huge bed and sat at the very end. He tried to make himself as comfortable as can be, but he couldn’t help clenching his fists to release his nervous state.

“Hi Tord, Is there something you need?” Edd asked wondering why Tord called him here again. He already felt guilty for not telling the guys he was seeing him here. Tord shrugged and made his way over to Edd. He sat next to him barely leaving any leg space. Edd’s mouth went dry and his eyes darted around the room to keep his mind off of the tense situation. There was no doubt Edd was fond of Tord even more than he should be, and that’s a possibility for why he comes here to any call Tord makes to him. Edd jumped as Tord placed his hand on Edd’s clenched fist.

“Relax my friend… I just wanted to see you.” Tord explained soothingly. Edd tried to look tord in the eyes, but the way his hood was on made it very difficult to see his face in general. Edd’s hands relaxed as he found himself tired for being so tense. Edd was tired honestly; he was tired for never getting his feelings across. Edd looked at Tord with defeat.

“Then let me see you,” He asked. Tord quickly pulled back his hand as if Edd bit him. Edd couldn’t see his expression except the frown etched onto his friends face. He watched as Tord’s mouth moved with uncertainty. Edd sighed. “There’s no point in me staying then if you won’t let me see you,” Edd said gloomily. Tord was still having trouble to respond so Edd decided to get up to leave. 

“Wait!” Tord called out grabbing at Edd’s wrist to stop him. Edd turned around to face Tord again. Tord released his wrist and rubbed his arm. “If…. If I show you- my face that is, will you… Will you still like me?” Tord asked. Edd wanted to hug his friend. He never heard Tord sounding this frightened. Edd knew the real Tord, and he knew that he was ambitions so something like this place shouldn’t surprise him. Edd knew Tord from when he was younger, and can list many facts about him others wouldn’t know. 

“I will always like you. No matter what you look like-” Tord quickly pulled Edd into his embrace not letting the cola lover to finish. “Tord…” Edd whispered.

“Okay… Just don’t leave right when I show you…” Tord whispered in Edd’s ear. Edd didn’t know why Tord was so self conscious about any type of scars. In fact Tord would show off his scars to everyone thinking they were impressive. Edd nodded as Tord took a step back. His hands shaking as he put them to the edges of his hood. “Here I am…” He announced as he pulled down his hood. 

“Woah,” Edd let slip out. Tord watched for a disgusted reaction from his friend, but found none. Edd eyed the scarred side of Tord’s face with interest. Edd pointed at Tord’s eye patch. “Can you see out of it?” Edd asked taking a step closer. Tord’s lips twitched until a big smiled appeared. He was happy that his friend wasn’t going to run away from him. He was happy that he still liked him…

“Not really, it’s very useless so I wear it to cover up the damage.” Tord walked closer to Edd. “You sure I don’t gross you out?” Tord asked. Edd shook his head and closed off the distance between the two. Without asking Edd’s fingers traced the scarred skin with interest. Tord stared at Edd’s beautiful face and smiled with content. Edd was too mesmerized by Tord’s soft skin that he didn’t noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere. “I miss you so much… Just seeing your face occupies my stressed mind.” Tord whispered.

Edd’s eyes quickly shifted into Tord’s. “I- I miss having you around too…” He replied with his cheeks heating up. Edd’s heart pounded in his chest and he nervously bit the inside of his cheek. Tord leaned down and gave a kiss against Edd’s cheek. Edd stared at him with astonishment. Tord looked at him nervously like he had done the wrong thing.

“Edd… I-” Tord was interrupted when Edd pressed his lips against Tord’s. Tord pulled his friend closer happy that they had mutual feelings. Edd pulled back and looked at Tord with eyes of a healing wound. 

“Please don’t leave me… Not again… Not after us sharing this,” Edd begged. Tord’s face looked troubled, but he didn’t want to hurt Edd anymore than he already did in the past. Tord kissed Edd’s cheek once again.

“Then… Then… live with me.” Tord offered. Edd’s eyes widened.

“What!?” Edd replied shocked. Tord leaned his forehead against Edd’s.

“Live with me…. Be with me Edd,” Tord pleaded. Edd’s eyes kept darting around the room. He finally had Tord, but he would have to choose? To leave his friends or have a risky relationship with Tord? Edd’s brain swam with choices and possibilities. “Be with me Edd…” Tord repeated planting a warm inviting kiss on Edd’s lips. Soon Edd forgot he was supposed to respond as he kisses back tenderly.

“I-” Edd tried to speak between their kisses, but soon forgot what he was going to say as his mind melted from these warm soft kisses from his Tord’s lips. Edd wrapped his arms around the back of Tord’s neck as Tord wrapped his around Edd’s waist. 

Suddenly the door burst open with a loud slam making the couple jump. “Edd!” the two yelled

Edd quickly removed himself from Tord’s arms. “W-What are you guys doing here!?” Edd yelled shocked as Tom and Matt stared at Edd and Tord with shock.


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Fanfiction - Cassiopeia (Constellations series)

This series is very close to my heart; so feeling the joy you guys find in it is feeling the utmost love. Thank you for being here and sharing my dreams with me. This one should please the modern/young Claire and Jamie lovers. See you on the other side! <3

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Cassiopeia

She looked pretty annoyed, he thought. Jamie had no desire to be the receiver of that particular look.

He had come to recognize that small wrinkle that appeared between her eyebrows when she was upset or unpleased with something. He had seen it many times sitting in the library, when she was gazing at her Anatomy Atlas, looking at the representation of the inguinal canal as if it had personally offended her. Sometimes that little frown was accompanied with a bite on her full bottom lip; and that usually meant she was about to growl in exasperation and change the page to the much more inconspicuous image of a spleen.

And right now she was looking at Jimmy Watson, babbling with a pint in one hand while the other touched her arm, with a look that anticipated murder. He smiled in amusement, took a sip of his own dark and strong ale, and folded his arms to continue his task of guarding her. Unseen. Unnoticed. Nameless to her.

Jamie recalled the first time he had seen her, almost one year ago. It was a cold September morning and he was running late for practice after a long night dwelling between Dante and Homer – he had a test coming and wanted to kick the year to a good start. It was raining somewhat heavily, but a mere drizzle to a Highland born lad like himself. There was something soothing about the feel of the falling rain, a liquid touch of divine grace – and so he slowed his walk to appreciate the calmness.

Everyone around him was running, a human garden made of umbrellas, trench coats and even books raised above their heads in desperation to avoid the relentless drops.

Except her.

She was standing bellow the big oak tree, her face raised to the sky and her eyes closed. Enjoying the feel of the rain on her skin, a beautiful smile flourishing on her lips. She was lovely, with her curly hair damp from the moistness, her floral dress wet enough to highlight the curves of her body.

Something in that image took his breath away. Something in her stroke a spark. They were the only two people embracing the rain amongst a buzzing, hurrying, crowd – and he felt linked to her in a frightening and almost mystical way.

After that he made a routine of detouring from his usual path to get a glimpse of her in the mornings, usually going to classes or taking a stack of gigantic books to the library; sometimes even during lunch in the canteen. He soon realized the main library of the campus was like a sanctuary to her and began to take his own scrambled notes and books to sit across the room from her - and slowly and devotedly dedicated himself to the task of memorizing and deciphering Claire Beauchamp.  

That her dorm was directly in front of his seemed like a blessing and a torture. Sometimes he would stand behind the closed curtains and watched her through the sheerness of the fabric, siting by the open window. And sometimes when he couldn’t manage to conciliate sleep he would get up and roamed his quarters to look at the sky, only to discover she was also awake - and found comfort on the thought that they gazed at the same stars when everyone else was asleep.

In the rare days their paths didn’t cross, even at distance, everything seemed to pale, to acquire a tinge of grey – those were always hazardous days, when he would end up being hit during practice or getting reprehended by a teacher for being distracted when questioned about the work they were presently studying.

“Jamie!”

He finally noticed the fingers waving in front of his eyes and the face of his best friend, Ian Murray, looking at him bewildered.

“What?” Jamie asked, still watching with the corner of his eye Claire giving Jimmy the cold shoulder.

“Annalise was just here talking to ye, man. She was inviting ye to go to her place and see her rare collection. Jamie, I’m not even sure she was talking about books, ye ken!”

“Was she?” He blurted distracted.

“What is wrong with ye, lad?” Ian asked, moving to stand just in front of Jamie, blocking his view. “When she first arrived to do the exchange program ye talked about the lass night and day. And now she was practically trying to sit on yer lap and ye looked bored out of yer mind!”

“I don’t fancy her anymore.” He whispered, drinking from his glass to prevent himself from saying more. Finding an opportunity to say her name. Claire.

“So, where have ye been looking all night?” Ian asked, sounding curious. Jamie couldn’t avoid the quick glance he threw in Claire’s general direction, which Ian promptly noticed. He glanced over his shoulder and sighed. “Oh, it’s her again. For Christ’s sake a charaid, when will ye get a handle on yer bollocks and finally gain courage to speak to the lass?”

“And say what?” Jamie questioned, irritated. “Hey, I’m Jamie Fraser, I know ye dinna even ken I exist but somehow I feel like I’ve known ye my whole life, even though we never trade a single word?” He shook his head. “That would be a great move!”

“Ach.” Ian made an impatient sound with his throat. “All this pining and longing – I’m beginning to think ye’ll overdose on Shakespeare lad. We are on the middle of a party, offer to pay her a drink and ask for a dance.”

“She has her hands full already.” They watched as Jimmy tried to place an eager hand on her waist and Claire swiftly slapped it off, hissing something between her teeth. Ian chuckled and Jamie growled.

The pub was incredibly crowded with Oxford students, looking to celebrate the end of a school year – drink to forget a grade less than brilliant; kiss a current crush to make a memory for the summer; and enjoy an endless stream of whiskey and ale with fellow companions. The music was loud enough, but only faint notes arrived at their ears, subdued by laughter and conversations.

“Mary and Sarah are coming this way.” Ian warned him, locating two blonde girls with cleavages that left very little to the imagination and matching red fuck-me lipsticks. “And they look hell-bent on getting something from ye. Maybe ye should have worn a chastity belt?”

Jamie moaned.

“I canna deal with those lunatics right now. Maybe ye should take one for the team? Ye did promised my father ye’d be always on my side, guarding me.”

“I’m not sae sure that includes…hum…dealing with your fans, a charaid. Besides, yer sister Jenny would skin me alive.”

Jamie noticed how Claire was talking to a friend and gesturing in what seemed like an attempt to say she was going to leave. She looked eerily beautiful in a white shirt and skinny blue jeans, her hair wild and untamed framing her pale skin. Her amber eyes shone even across the room, without any need of makeup to enhance them. Everything about her seemed natural and effortless – and yet she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the room for him.

“I think I’ll just go home for the night. Got to be in shape for the game tomorrow.” He told Ian, squeezing his shoulder in a companion way. “Behave in my absence, sir.”

“Aye.” Ian gave him a knowing look, clearly stating “You can try but ye canna fool me, lad.” “I’ll see ye in the dorm if ye get there.”

Jamie managed to get across the pub and reached the exit just in time to see Claire leave by herself. Well, at least he would make sure she reached the safety of her dorm without being disturbed. He placed his hands on the pockets of his jacket and slowly began to walk behind her.

They made their way across a couple of streets, Jamie always carefully keeping some distance, occasionally being greeted by colleagues and other students in different states of sobriety.

When they were reaching a darker street, the light of the distant lamp post freakishly glimmering, Claire suddenly halted.

“Why are you following me?” She asked aloud, without turning. “I can assure you, I have no interest in whatever indecent proposal you’re about to offer me. I already dealt with a douchebag tonight and my patience is running a little low.” Her tone was strong and confident.

“I wasna following ye.” Jamie answered. “Just making my way home.”

“Really?” She turned and faced him, her mouth a thin line. “Am I supposed to believe that?”

“Believe in whatever ye want.” He defended himself, crossing his arms. “I mean ye no harm.”

“You were watching me back there.” She tilted her chin, indicating the direction of the pub. “And now you’re following me across a dark alley. Forgive me if I’m a little concerned.” She noticed the surprised look on his face at the mention of his behaviour in the pub. “Will you deny it?”

“No.” He said slowly. “I was watching that bloody sod trying to grope ye and was worried for ye. So I followed ye to make sure ye got home safe, Claire.”

“You know my name?” She asked, clearly taken aback by it.

“Of course. Everyone kens Claire Beauchamp, medical school student, number one in her class.”

“Well, you have me at a disadvantage.” She looked down at him. “I have no clue about who you are.”

“I’m Jamie.” He sighed. “Look, I’m sorry if I scared ye, but that was it. The streets are swarming with drunken wee fools tonight and if anything happened to ye…”

“I’m perfectly alright.” She wrinkled her nose. “As you saw back there I’m capable of handling an idiot. And I didn’t even get to use my pepper spray.” She smiled a little.

He laughed.

“I’ll definitely be more discrete the next time I follow ye into a dark corner.”

“So you should.” She placed her hands on her waist, her shoulders relaxing, giving him a straight glance. “And where did you park the horse, oh knight in shining armour?”

“He had a date over a plate of hay. My horse has a much more interesting love life than me, these days.” He replied playfully, reciprocating her stare.

They stayed in silence for a while, measuring each other.

“I lied.” She abruptly admitted, her cheeks painted with a slight pink. “I know who you are, Jamie Fraser.” She gave him a lopsided smile. “I would have to be blind, deaf and stupid not to. Your name lives on the lips of almost every girl in this damned campus. The star and captain of Oxford’s rugby team. The Classical lit genius. The King of bloody Men.”

“Oh.” He blurted. “The King of what?”

She snorted.

“That’s what your admirers call you in the stands, swooning their hearts out. And the other boys probably call you a much less pleasant version of that out of spite, I expect.” She raised an eyebrow. “You really didn’t know that?”

“Nay.” He shrugged, moving his shoulders in a restless gesture. “So you’ve seen me play?”

“Yes, I’ve seen you out in the field.” Claire smiled, her hawk eyes warming. “I was there when you saved our asses against Cambridge. Couldn’t really face the idea of having to listen to them gloating again, after what happened in the regatta.”

“That was a bonny game.” He smiled. “I’m glad to know ye were there.”

“I was.” She distractedly played with the strap of her purse. “You are a true force of nature out there. But even though you looked amazing, that is not the time you look most like yourself.” She leaned against the wall behind her, her eyes avoiding his. “You look more like yourself when you’re sitting all sprawled in the chair, chewing on your pencil while you read Hamlet for what I bet it’s the millionth time. Or when you go out at dawn for a run when nobody will cheer and chant your name, just because you like how that feels. When you run for classes with your hair still wet and your shoelaces untied.” She swallowed. “And most of all when you sit by the window at night and look at the stars and you could be part of the darkness, except you’re everything but it.”

“Ye knew.” He said in a hoarse voice. “All this time, ye knew.”

“No.” She shook her head, her fingers grazing the cloud of her hair in nervousness. “I dared to hope for it sometimes. I…” Claire finally met his gaze. “I wished for it. But when you came after me tonight, the way you were looking at me in the pub when Jimmy touched me…I thought, perhaps, you truly did.”

“Yes.” He moved closer to her and touched her cheek, soft and warm under his fingers. She smelt of freshly squeezed lemons and soap. “I saw ye too. All that time, there was only ye.”

“I thought so many times of something to say to you.” Claire licked her lips. “Clever words, funny things, small talk. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. But sometimes at night I knew you were there, across that space, and I could hear the song of your soul calling for me and wanted to leap to you.”

Mo nighean donn.” He whispered, framing her face with his hands. His lips brushed hers. Softly. Tentatively. Searing. “I’m in love with ye, Claire.”

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy your writing - TDPL is a joy to read, and I will forever adore The Other Time Travel fic! Time travel AUs can be tricky when it comes to how chronologically separated characters would interact, but you make everything seem so natural and your characterization is fantastic! You post sometimes about the mammoth task of editing it all, but you should know that for me at least the final product is well worth the wait :)

Originally posted by gleeksfreaksandwannabes

Thank you so much! I’m just… thrilled that people enjoy what I write.

Though, Star Wars is just perfect for Time Travel au’s isn’t it? So many scenarios to play with…