sapphic dreaming ♥ a wlw playlist

girlfriend icona pop / pretty girl hayley kiyoko / i really like you carly rae jepson / boyfriend tegan and sara / girls beatrice eli / what’s it gonna be? shura / girls like girls hayley kiyoko / on your side the veronicas / higher carly rae jepson / you’re the one kaytranada / roman holiday halsey / into you ariana grande / pretty girls little dragon / flesh without blood grimes / bestie sizzy rocket / jenny studio killers / only a girl gia / horizon luna blake / gravel to tempo hayley kiyoko / bad things meiko / stop desire tegan and sara / daisy zedd / love you anyway ji nilsson / talking body tove lo / holy pvris / all night icona pop / can’t feel my face kina grannis / drove me wild tegan and sara / 2shy shura / i love you always forever betty who / touch little mix / cliffs edge hayley kiyoko / cool for the summer demi lovato / blow your mind (mwah) dua lipa / starving hailee steinfeld / she likes girls metro station / then we kiss icona pop / my boots lights / sober vérité / you and i pvris / ease my mind hayley kiyoko / heartlines broods / bwu tegan and sara / mine phoebe ryan / mama say betty who / kiss and not tell la roux / we belong together myzica / how long jelly rocket / closer tegan and sara / rollercoaster bleachers / drive glades / cry baby fickle friends / touch shura / secret chelsea lankes / night go slow catey shaw / crazy au revior simone / hold on, we’re going home pia mia / midway bad bad habits / run away with me carly rae jepson / sleepover hayley kiyoko / apologize matilda / sway anna of the north / hide and seek love x stereo / be the one dua lipa / something just like this koni + adding more all the time!


Heartlines Part IV: Lazarus

Summary: Life continued for the Justice League after Y/N’s death, but what happens when a member of the Avengers accidentally breaks their window during a fight? Meet Wicked Chaos, the newest Avenger addition, who distrusts the Justice League for some unknown reason, even for her.

Word Count: 11,634

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Amnesiac reader, A LITTLE angst, I’m pretty sure there’s swearing somewhere and I think that’s it.

A/N: FINALLY, THE DAY YOU ALL HAVE WAITED, JUST BEFORE 2016 ENDS!!! (In my time zone, so don’t come tell me that’s 2017 already, my computer still marks is 2016, period.) Hope you enjoy it since it’s NOT EDITED, SORRY. Therefore, any typos are on me (so let me know if you find any). 


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The song playing in the background during the sanver’s valentine’s day scene

Fic: Walking in the deep blue night

Part three of my Heartlines AU.

Part 1 Whiskey on a Pink Dress

Part 2 - Breathing in the Half Light


Originally posted by undertheinfinite

He arrived outside Taps for the third time and checked his watch. 6.45. He’d been round the block three times and it was still far too early. Should he go in and wait? Or should he wait outside? Or should he walk around a while longer to avoid looking too over eager?

“Jesus, Jamie. Getting a bloody grip on yerself man. She’s only a woman”

But what a woman. He hadn’t been able to get the image of her out of his head. He’d spent the whole day languishing around his apartment like a lovesick teenager, thinking about her. The soft curl of her hair on her shoulder. The way she looked at him when she’d run her finger down his cheek. He’d also fielded several angry calls and text messages from his friends wondering where he’d run off to.

“Ye’re no Cinderella, ye know’ grumbled Rupert “Ya didna need to be running off before the clock struck midnight.”

“Ah, but my work there was done, Rupe. I’d already been swept off my feet” He recounted his meeting with Claire and his plans to see her that evening.

“Ye were cramping our style there anyway.” laughed back Rupert.

“Aye, I can see how 4 married men in their thirties and forties would have been the toast of the club” Despite his big talk, Rupert had been happily married to his childhood sweetheart for 15 years and was as blissfully happy now as he had been the day he married Gina.

Rupert laughed again. “Aye, well. Gina asks are ya coming to dinner on Wednesday, she’ll likely grill you about the lassie but the kids have been asking for their Uncle Jamie.”

“I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to disappoint the bairns. Or Gina.” he added wryly.

He’d then spent an inordinate amount of time picking out clothes and trying to decide if the fact he had his knickers in a knot about going out for a drink with a woman he had spoken to for probably no more than 7 minutes meant he had severe emotional problems. Why was he so uptight? Whilst he’d not exactly been Glasgow’s version of Casanova, he had been on dates in the last few years. There had been the nice dentist that he met in the supermarket and gotten to talking to over a discussion on the merits of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc versus Napier. They’d had dinner a few times. He’d even kissed her, but he felt no desire to pursue her and when she text him to let her know she’d been asked out by someone else, he’d wished her joy and simply never thought of her again. He vaguely realised now that probably hadn’t been her main motivation is revealing that tit bit to him.  Then there was F&B journalist he’d met at a craft beer fair when he’d first started diversifying the farm. They’d gone out once she’d spent the entire night talking about her ex, who was a musician before puking in his car on the way home. He’d seen her at a few events since but she’s given him a wide berth. His car still smelt a bit on hot days.

But this, he knew, was different. He wanted to see her, to be in her company, to breath the same air as her. The thought of hearing her laugh, of maybe being the one who made her laugh…

After his fourth lap of the block he arrived back outside the bar. 6.55. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was quiet, being Sunday night and the bar contained about a dozen people. A small group of men in the corner drinking stout and discussing the different brews, a couple at the bar, and Claire.

She sat at a table near the window, staring out at the street. There was a book of poetry spine up in front of her and she had glass and bottle in front of her. Her hair was pulled back slightly, but was starting to escape near the front. She wore black jeans and a black shirt.Her pale skin seemed to glow.  She was lovelier than he had remembered.

“I promise to try not to spill that one down you” he said with a smile. She looked up at him and he motioned to the drink in front of her. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I promise I’ll try”

She smiled back and stood. There was an awkward moment when neither of them seemed to really know what to do. He wanted to touch her, but a hug seemed too familiar, a handshake too formal. Claire solved the dilemma by putting her hand on his arm.

“It’s lovely to see you, Jamie” she said sincerely and he felt the heat rise in his face slightly.

“Oh great” he thought, “now I’m blushing” Claire sat, not seeming to notice the colour which had flooded his cheeks. She gestured for him to do the same. “I’ll just get a drink, can I get you another? A whiskey this time?”

“Oh, no, a little early in proceedings for whiskey yet. I’ll have another of these.” She tipped the bottle towards him. Lady Broch Taurach pale ale. He grinned at her. “You like that do you?”

 “oh yes, my friend Joe at work introduced me to craft beers and he’s a big fan of a little brewery near Inverness, Lallybroch, I think they’re called. I’ve developed a taste for this one”

He nodded and headed to the bar. Lallybroch microbrewery was the most recent expansion he had made to his family business. Lallybroch had been in his family since forever and was a the main factor in his decision to leave oil and gas and come home to Scotland. He was strangely chuffed that she was drinking his beer, brewed on his farm and although he knew it to be simple coincidence, he could not help but feel the same jolt of serendipitous good fortune that he’d felt when he had, quite literally, bumped into her the night before.

He returned with the drinks and sat down next to her so they could both look out of the window. Its started to rain. Because of course it had. It was Scotland. They chatted aimlessly and easily and Jamie’s nerves dissipated slightly. He was still incredibly aware of her, but she was so unassuming, so funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. She told him about her job at the hospital. She’s a surgeon. He told her about Lallybroch. She picked up the bottle in front of her. “I’m impressed. And who or what, exactly is a Lady Broch Taurach?”

“Well,” he settled in to tell a much loved story. “Lallybroch has been in my family since the eighteenth century. Back then we owned the whole estate, and our family were Lairds. The estate was called Broch Taurach, the Laird and his Lady were named for the estate. We just have the farm now, but it’s plenty.  The farm itself is a proper working hill sheep farm and we have some highland cattle as well. We have a tourist bit, with a gift shop and a restaurant and the such. And then about 18 months ago I opened the brewery. We sell to quite a few places. ‘The Laird’s bedroom’, which is a stout and the pale ale” he gestured to Claire’s drink “are probably our top sellers. I live in Glasgow most of the time, running the business side of things and my sister and her husband run the farm day to day”

“A brewer, my dream man” she said with a giggle taking a swig. By this point they’d both had more than was probably sensible or wise on a Sunday night and were both finding life and each other hilarious.

“So how did you end up in Scotland? A wee Sassenach lassie like yer self?” he deliberately thickened his highland accent  in the second half of the question and once again felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach at the sheer pleasure of making her laugh.

“Oh, well” her face darkened a bit “Well, it was my husband. Frank.”

“Your, your husband?” he swallowed audibly.

“Oh we’re divorced now. That tends to happen when your wife finds you in bed with your Phd student” She said this flippantly enough, but her jaw was set and her eyes had dulled.

“I’m sorry t’hear that, Claire”

“It’s fine, really, it’s just, well” She gestured vaguely into the air in a manner that conveyed that whilst things might be fine now, at some point in the not very distant past they had been a long way from fine. “It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just lost the baby” Tears welled in her eyes and he could see her trying to master herself. He reached forward and took her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t owe me anything, but if you want to talk. Well, I’ll do what I can to listen”  She gave him a watery half smile at that.

“Thank you, but really. It’s in the past. It was very hard at the time. I had to do a lot to move past it, but I did and I try not to look back.”

She squeezed his hand.

“I think I might let you buy me that whiskey now”

Several very good whiskeys later he had in turn told her all about Geneva, his terrible relationship history and the real reason for his being in the nightclub on the previous night.

Claire was doubled over with laughter as he reenacted the various conversations he had with people in the run up to the night itself.

“Why everyone seemed so sure I was gonna meet the love of my life in a dodgy Glasgow disco with sticky carpets and one pound shots I’ll never know? They must have really thought I was a hopeless case”

“I’m fairly certain that was why we ended up there as well. Glenna, one of the nurses I work with, has been trying to set me up for the past year. I know that Altered Images is definitely not poor Mary’s scene and from the way Geillie and Glenna were literally trying to throw me in the path of every man that came by, I suspect this was another attempt at finding me ‘a braw laddie’” She did a truly awful Scottish accent and they both laughed again.

“Ya know what, Claire?” he asked as he regained his composure, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I have tonight, with you” Her colour heightened slightly at the compliment and she looked him in the eye.

Her eyes are the same colour as the whiskey he noted abstractly. Warm and golden, and so deep and rich you could lose yourself in them.

The moment was broken by the bar man coming over and asking them to drink up. Glancing around Jamie realised they were alone in the bar. He glanced at his watch.

“I er, well” He stuttered trying to find his thoughts. He did not want the night to end, but given that it was a Sunday night could think of no way to extend it.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Claire asked outright with no hint of nervousness. “I have whiskey” she added teasingly, seeing him hesitate.

“Aye, why not?” He suddenly felt very alive and not a small bit reckless. He had no expectations of her, but the idea of irresponsibly drinking Scapa Glansa on a Sunday night with the woman of his dreams seemed like too good a chance to pass up.

“I only live around the corner, we can walk” Gathering up her book, which lay discarded on the table, and bag she held out a hand to him. He took it and together they walked out into the rainy night

carly’s pynch fic rec

basically, i’ve read a lot of fic, some of which i haven’t seen on rec lists on tumblr anywhere and i just thought that had to be remedied so: here we go. ten fics sorted by word count. most of them are multichapter, and rated M or E.

★★★★★144k+ words, rated M, completed

light with a sharpened edge by poetic_leopard aka @winterblues

Adam Parrish works as a sober companion, but he has no idea of the storm that’s soon to hit him when Ronan Lynch turns out to be his newest client. (Or the one where Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch are trapped underneath the same roof for six weeks.)*Ronan, to his surprise, opened his eyes. For a breathless moment, Adam was transfixed in them. They were the color of the ocean on the most azure of nights, lightning right before it struck the ground, damp hydrangeas on a fog-swept morning. Those eyes gave him chills.

this fic!! solidly one of my favorite fics! (although, i’m only recommending my favorites) ronan is a little more of an asshole than usual, but, it’s an AU so.. it works. the writing in this is lovely and poetic and leaves you hanging off of every word. 

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So, I made this edit to do you all a favor and rec this gem of a fic!

Title: Heartlines

Author: Draquete aka @ghivasheluh aka my bae <3

Summary: After ten years trying to find someone respectable and proper to stand by his side, Thorin’s father, Thráin, finally decides with the help with Gerundius Took, that his son needs to wed as soon as possible. Gerundius’ grandsoon, although first in line of the Took family, has always lived as a commoner. The idea of marrying someone their family chose is not ideal, but they know their duties as heirs, and Bilbo will have to go to Erebor to meet his future husband, his family and culture, and learn how to become a Prince so one day he can become King.

Review: Seriously, you guys, this fic is made of sunshine, wild flowers, rainbows and everything nice, the amounts of fluffy on this, I can’t even! The writing is amazing and enticing, the caracterization is super on point, the plot is hella cute and interesting, and the latest chapter left me with a ridiculous smile on my face even hours after reading. If you had a bad day and need something beautiful and cute to cheer you up,THIS FIC IS FOR YOU!

Not convinced yet? So let me tell you that: Dís is a cute badass with capital B! Thorin is the cutest and most awkward asshole ever and doesn’t know how to flirt! Bilbo, my smol son is soft and nice but takes no shit! FRERIN IS FAB AS FUCK! All the dwarves are so lovely, just… They are perfect!!! Thranduil is such a cute father, he and Legolas just made me cry a lot, tears of joy, of course, they are so cute and soft!!! DWORI!!!


nerdyholler  asked:

Ryder/Jaal: 19. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one that thinks that.” Your pick on who is getting the compliment.

Note: As always, thanks for the prompt! I enjoy writing these two ~ <3

Summary: After overhearing angaran women speak of their attraction to Jaal, Sara Ariadne begins having feelings of inadequacy regarding her relationship with the Resistance lieutenant.  

Sara tapped her fingers to the rhythm of the song she was listening to, though she wasn’t paying much attention to it. With a sigh, she kept staring at the terminal screen, her current report half-finished. It seemed her mind was set on distracting her with the conversation she overheard earlier from a group of gossiping angaran ladies. Well, not gossiping, but sharing their admiration for Jaal. Or rather, their obvious attraction to him…and what a waste it was that he’d fallen for an ‘alien’. Sara was only thankful she had been wearing her hoodie over her head, hiding the embarrassment in her features when she hurried away earlier.

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Heartlines Part I: Harsh Words

Hi everyone, this is my first imagine series ever, so hope you like it!

Summary: Y/N is running from the harsh words her supposed soulmates (yep, plural, that’s her very own punishment, having more than one soulmate) told her and while in the run, someone kidnaps her. AU! Where you know who’s your soulmate because of the “heartlines” that lit up the first time you touch your soulmate.
Word count: 2375
Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader.
WARNINGS: Reader is kidnaped, assaulted and insulted. Angst. Reader feels unimportant. I don’t know… it’s pretty sad, don’t read if you are sad. Sorry, don’t know how this works quite yet.

Part II   Part III Part IV

My legs felt numb, my lungs hurt, my eyes burned from all the unshed tears, but still, I kept running. I couldn’t stop… because I knew that if I did… then I would have to face the truth and I wasn’t in for that now, or ever for that matter.  So run I did and I was doing so well at forgetting the world around me, that I didn’t notice someone following me until he got my arm rather forcefully and I felt something in my neck that probably was a shot of some drug.

I woke up bound in a chair not knowing even my name and with the mother of all headaches. However for the next hours, I learnt to miss that state of ignorance since everything came rushing back to me:

-“Y/N, this is not a good moment” “But Barry, I just…” “Iris needs me, I need to go” “I-Is she alright? Is she in d-danger?” “What? No! She just… needs me and I’m going with her” “But Barry… I need you too, I- my dad came and…” “And what? Y/N, can’t you stand a day without being the victim?” “What? Barry, what are you trying…” “All I say is that it always has to be about you, always! But I have no time for that now; I need to go with Iris” “Is she more important than me? Than us?” “Y/N…” “Answer me” “Y/N, I don’t have time for this…” “Just answer me, dammit!” “…Yes, is that what you wanted to hear? Now I have to go”

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-“Clark! Please, we need to talk!” “Not now Y/N, I’m in a hurry” “What? Why?” “Lois is going to reportage about the war in…” “And that’s your business because?” “Because it’s dangerous and she is… very important to me” “Am I important too?” “What? Y/N of course you are, don’t be ridiculous” “Is just… that she is always first, these days your priority is Lois” “Y/N…” “She is just your favorite person, isn’t she?” “Y/N, please…” “Do I even make it to the top ten?” “Of course, baby. Can I go now?” “Are you serious?” “Very. The plane goes off in less than half an hour, Lois must be waiting” “And you can’t leave her waiting, can you?” “Y/N…” “If… if you go through that door, Clark, I swear…” “Thanks, bye!” “…you’ll never see me again”

Originally posted by sorry-no-more-no-less

- “Alfred, take Y/N back to her home in Metropolis” “Bruce! Stop! You cannot do this; we have to talk” “That’s why you have speedy and the alien, to talk and be sweet to you” “Bruce, please! We need to solve this, we need to talk this through” “There’s no time, Y/N. However, I’m sure Barry or Clark would be delighted to have you with them for the night” “None of them cares for me enough, Bruce… I just need to know that I matter to someone, then you can go and save the city, but please… ” “Then what am I? Your last choice?” “What? No! Bruce, it isn’t like that, you know I love you all” “You’ve said that plenty of times before” “Bruce, please… I just need a reason not to go… I need a reason to stay” “Apparently, I don’t have one” “Bruce…” “If you want to go, then go! See if I give a shit”

Originally posted by theres-nothing-to-prove

-Oh! Sleeping Beauty is finally awake-someone cracked and made me look up. In front of the door of the room I was in, was a tall man. I couldn’t distinguish much more since the lights were still off.
-Have been for a couple of hours, actually-I answered calm since this wasn’t the first hostage situation I was in, after all, being the soulmate of 3 known superheroes has its downside. The only difference from this occasion was that here I didn’t had the certainty that one of them would rescue me.
-Well, sorry for the delay, then-he started to come near me- We were just staging everything for the big show.
-I’m guessing I’m an important part of it, aren’t I?-I said with a tired smile, which he, whoever he was, corresponded.
-The main event! Everything is about you, my dear-the lights were finally turned on and after I got used to the light, I took a look to my captor.
-Edward?-I gasped surprised. My publisher was right there, in front of me. If I ignored the crazy smile on his face, is like he was the normal Edward I knew as my publisher, my friend, my shoulder to cry on… and now, my captor.
-I know you’re surprised, dear. However, do try to be open minded… because isn’t this just fun? I mean, it’s fun for me because your face is priceless but for you… oh, dear Y/N, this must be horrible. Everyone in your life isn’t really there for you anymore, are they? No, they aren’t-he answered his own question before I could- I mean, let’s see: your parents are now dead, your brother is off to Europe and you two don’t talk much anymore, you don’t even know he is married now!-he laughed
-What?!-I exclaimed, confused.
-Oh, yeah, that’s because the invitations were delivered to your boyfriends’ houses, but none of them cared enough to tell you about it.
-That’s not true, my brother doesn’t even have a girlfriend, he…
-But he does, see it for yourself-he put his cellphone right in front of me. I could see my brother in a tuxedo, embracing lovingly a woman with blonde curly hair and milky skin-… and let’s not forget about the video I took!-he said starting a video where I could see my brother chatting with some people I didn’t knew, holding the blonde’s hand, laughing, smiling…
-You were there?!-I shouted, surprised when I saw him in the video
-Of course! I was very surprised when I didn’t saw you there and that’s when I started to work out your failing relationships-he murmured while putting away his phone.
-My relationships aren’t failing
-No? Then, care to explain this?-he clicked something in his cellphone and Barry’s voice started to sound

“I need to go with Iris” “Is she more important than me? Than us?” “Y/N…” “Answer me” “Y/N, I don’t have time for this…” “Just answer me, dammit!” “…Yes, is that what you wanted to hear? Now I have to go”

-Or maybe this one?-another click and now was Clark’s voice

“Y/N…” “If… if you go through that door, Clark, I swear…” “Thanks, bye!” “…you’ll never see me again”

-Maybe this other one?-one click more and now I could hear Bruce’s voice

“Bruce…” “If you want to go, then go! See if I give a shit”

-I know! All of them were out of context, huh?-he said with a bright smile, staring down at me. I gulped down all the tears that threatened to come out and tried to talk.

-What do you want from me?-I asked, looking down.
-What do I want from you? Right now, just admit what you already know… that they don’t love you, even though their heartlines illuminated with you, they don’t love you.
-I… Why?
-Because you have to do it-he answered harshly, however, I just wanted to know why and I wasn’t backing down
-Tell me why and I’ll do it-I said proudly looking up- Maybe because you think you are better than them, you think you deserve a chance with me, you think…-I couldn’t continue because of a slap in my face that launched me to the ground.
-I don’t “think” I’m better than them or that I deserved a chance, I know it! I’ve always known that but you refused to accept it. I was the perfect candidate to be the one who lit up your fourth heartline! I even considered forgetting you are a whore since birth! But you ruined your chances and now I’m here to show you your mistake-he ended with a smile while he grabbed the chair I was in and put it back to place without a care.
-What are you going to do?-I asked trying not to show my fear, but failing miserably
-I’m going to put on a show where you will be able to see how your soulmates don’t care one bit about you and…
-I already know that-I interrupted him
-Oh, so you are not making any bets? No hope that any of the 3 will come to get you?-he said with a giggle that I found terrifying.
-No, I have no hope at all… will you end this game now?-I said while looking down
-Unfortunately for you, I do have my bets and consequential plans with those bets
-Weren’t you going to show me how they didn’t care enough for me?
-Oh yes! But my plans were to attract them here, to you, and then show you how the only reason they came was because they were heroes, not because they loved you… however, it never occurred to me that they weren’t coming. So, if you are right, then I’m afraid that this is your last night alive-he laughed even more while I opened my eyes in shock.
-No… Edward, why are you doing this?-I asked in tears
-Because: A) It’s fun! B) You obviously deserve it, I mean; you are a freak with those four heartlines and C) This plan has been going for a long time, I wanted to play with my rivals for some time now, but now they are no longer my rivals… once you are out of the picture, they will be my playmates.
-Edward… please, just… I need to say goodbye to my brother, please-I said trying hard not to scream and cry for mercy because now I knew he wouldn’t give that to me, he was clearly a psychopath and psychopaths don’t give a shit for their victims but I at least wanted to say goodbye to my brother, he was a good brother and if he had a family I didn’t wanted them to see me like the aunt bitch that never communicated.
-I suppose everyone needs a closure and I like your brother, he was very kind to send me an invitation…-he murmured while he thought about it- Okay, you can say goodbye to him. There’s a camera right there-Edward lifted my chair and rotated it to my left, where I could see for the first time a camera that was apparently recording- I was going to send a copy to the Justice League but I guess I could send your brother another copy.
-Could you, please, cut the parts of my torture?-I said with a slight tremble, earning a confused glare and a twisted smile from Edward
-How did you know I was going to torture you?
-It’s obvious… you want to make me suffer for not choosing you, even though I don’t have a say on it-I said gazing up to him and his smile just widened.
-Yeah, obvious… go on then-he motioned to the camera and I sighed.

-Hi brother!-I said being over cheerful- I heard you got married and I just want to say ‘Congratulations, you bastard!’ I hope you are incredibly happy with her and… I also hope that you forgive for not being there with you. I’ve been nothing but an awful sister and for that I’m sorry, you deserved better.  You deserved a much better sister than what I could ever be… I… I wish we had talked more, that we hadn’t drift apart but there’s not much we can do now. So I want to tell you that none of this is your fault, none! I know it’s rare from me taking away from you some guilt, but… well, I love you bro, that’s all I can say and I want to show it to you by forgiving everything you did to me when we were children, because I know you sometimes still feel guilty about it, and I also asking for forgiveness for everything I’ve done to you in our childhood and in our adult life. I hope you can forgive me… especially for apologizing only when I’m so close to my death.-I sighed
-I know that when this arrives to your home in Europe I will already be dead… and I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry that you will know of my death because of a video or maybe a phone call or anything, I’m sorry I’m dead because maybe you are going to feel guilty or maybe you are going to drift apart from your beautiful wife… so, in this video, I ask you to do neither of those things. I ask you to go on with your life and don’t hate me, or this situation, or anything about it… just… go on and be happy knowing that’s what I wish for you-by this time, tears were freely streaming down my face
-God! I’m awful for this things… everything I’ve said doesn’t make sense and you are probably done with this video… however, if you have come this far, I want you to know that I love you, I couldn’t ask for a better brother and that I will always be sorry for being an awful sister. Oh! Also, you don’t have to be guilty about anything I…
-That’s enough!-Edward interrupted me while moving my chair to the side- Too much yada, yada. Now it’s time to get you ready… Guys!-Some over-muscled goons entered the room; their faces were stoic… where the hell do all of these villains get these goons that are so alike? - Why don’t you get our main guest ready for tonight’s show?-he said while grabbing the camera and giving it a better position, one where my face could be seen clearly along with the goons.
The fat men exited the room, but were back soon enough.
-Y-you are going to record this?-I asked slightly trembling at the sight of the goons carrying an electroshock machine.
-Of course! The Justice League members can’t miss the backstage show now, can they?-he said with a horrible smile.

I just gulped and hoped against hope that Barry, Clark or Bruce came for me… noticed that I was gone… but deep down, I knew they wouldn’t come.

Fic: Kisses on the door step

Part 4 of Heartlines AU

Part 1 - Whiskey on a pink dress

Part 2 - Breathing in the half light

Part 3 - Walking in the deep blue night


Originally posted by bettyadinnye

She had him pinned against the door. Considering her size she was startlingly strong. She was on her tiptoes, one hand tangled in his hair, her other  had a very solid grip on his arse. His own hands were tangled in her her soft brown hair. They kissed with fervour and she relinquished the grip on his backside to have another attempt at getting the key in the lock. This time she was successful and the front door swung open with the force of their combined weight upon it, depositing them very messily on the hall floor.  Giggling they attempted to untangle themselves from the other.

“Well, Sassenach, you know how to make a fella feel welcome” He staggered to his feet and extended a hand to help her up. She swayed slightly and he caught her by the elbow.

“Mi casa es su casa” she waved an arm airily, and drunkenly around the hall way. She dragged him down the hall and into the living room. She walked over to a trolley and poured them a very intemperate measure of excellent single malt.

“I reckon you’re worth the good stuff” she smiled at him, holding the glass out to him. He took it and raised it to her. She looked a little worse for wear. Her hair was a riot around her head, no doubt from him having his hands in it, her face was flushed with a combination of whiskey and desire. He suspected he might be in very much the same state. He felt like a teenager. Excited and a little bit afraid. He had never felt this way and to be hit at thirty eight years of age with such a cri de coeur, his heart and soul reaching for another with such intensity, it made his blood pound and his breath catch in his chest.

They stood in the center of the room, glasses in hand. Her eyes never left his. As if drawn like magnets they both closed the gap between them. He took her glass from her and set both on the sideboard. He drew her to him and kissed her again. Whilst it lacked the bruising force of their kisses at the front door, he sought to convey exactly how he felt through it. It was too soon for words, for declarations, but his actions could say what he could not speak out loud. It went on for a long time. His hands were on her face and he gently stroked her cheeks with his thumb as he kissed her. Claire, in turn, melted into him, one hand warm on the back of his neck whilst the other moved softly through his hair. They broke apart and they stood, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed breathing each other in. Her hair smelt of of something vaguely citrusy, and he caught the scent of her perfume, a light, fresh scent.

“Mo Nighean donn” he murmured, running his hands through her hair. She leaned back slightly and cocked an eyebrow questioningly.

“It means my brown haired lass” he said this with such reverence that her color heightened.

“Will you stay, Jamie?”

Her words seared through him, the thought of staying the night, of being in her bed. God, he wanted to her. He wanted to sweep her off of her feet and carry her up the stairs and lay her down and worship her. He wanted to feel her soft skin against him as he made love to her. He wanted to hear her cry and sigh and moan his name. But it was too soon. Had they not had so much to drink it might be different, but he was drunk enough to botch it and she was drunk enough to regret it. When he had her first he wanted to be present, physically and emotionally. And he wanted her to be too.

He took a step back and stroked her face.

“I dinna think that’s wise, Mo Nighean Donn. We’ve had a lot of whiskey aye?”

She looked hurt. “Oh, oh, I see” Jamie could see she plainly didn’t.

“Sassenach. Claire, I want you more than I ever knew it was possible to want another person. I want ye so much I can scarcely breath. And I want to know you feel the same way. When the time comes, I want to know it’s no just because ye’ve had too much whiskey.” He lifted her chin so that their eyes met.  She nodded shakily and he kissed her again.

“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow, Claire? I ken it’s not much space but.. “

“Yes, yes, I’ll have dinner with you, Jamie” she answered before he could finish.

“Will you come to my house? Or would you rather go to a restaurant?”

“It depends” she retorted starting to recover her humour “can you cook?”

He laughed. “I’ll have you know I am an excellent cook. My mother made sure of it”

“Well in that case, I’d be delighted to sample your culinary talents”

She walked him to the door where they kissed again and he very nearly took back his earlier decision not to take her to bed. This was woman was more intoxicating than the whiskey.

The kiss broke and she gave him a gentle shove.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jamie.”

He wasn’t sure why, but he turned and gave her a little bow before blowing her a kiss and walking out into the cool, damp night.

anonymous asked:

my aftg withdrawal is too strong my dude.... Long fic recs for andreil?? **sending you good vibes**

my guy I got you

  • the Lessons collection
  • switchblade (I don’t think I’ve finished this yet but like 10/10 regardless)
  • Latchkey Child
  • Fear No Fall collection
  • The First Breath (also this okay I’m ded)
  • Dragon!Andrew collection
  • Heartlines (it’s a wip but it’s already 53k in and only on chapter 3 and also @nekojitachan wrote it so it’s obviously stellar)
  • Armies (legit I have not read this yet bc I’m the worst but it’s the first thing I’m gunna read as soon as school is done and like….. I have so much faith bc again my fave fic writer nekojita wrote it so I know it’s going to be a treat)
Fic: Heartlines Chapter 12

New chapter of my modern AU series. Slightly different as I’ve taken it out of Jamie’s POV (thought its still third person so hopefully its not too jarring)

The rest can be found here 

As always I would love feedback and I’m happy to incorporate prompts into future chapters.

The Home of the Heart

Originally posted by thecartierrug

The rest of the weekend was blissfully uneventful. Jamie showed Claire every inch of the estate of which he was so rightfully proud. They strolled through valleys, stole kisses behind trees and out buildings and every night he laid her down on the laird’s bed and loved her.

All things must come to an end though and Jamie spent the last day catching up with Lallybroch business before they returned to Glasgow, reality, and in Claire’s case a week of double shifts. Claire opted against her original plan of shopping in Inverness, instead choosing to spend the day with Jenny and the children. Already there seemed to be a budding friendship between Claire and Jenny, which heartened Jamie no end. They were very different women, of that there could be no doubt, but at their core both had a strength and determination of purpose which drew them together.

They spent the morning entertaining Jenny’s children, a trip to the estates soft play barn (“You have no idea how handy this is on wet days” Jenny had told her conspiratorially. “Even if it made no money I’d still think it was worth building”, followed by a walk up the meadows to check on Jenny’s pride and joy, her herd of imported Merino sheep.

After lunch the children were dispatched to the kitchen to do some baking with Mrs Crook, the estate’s housekeeper and the Murray’s nanny, JoJo.  Once safely distracted making fairy cakes and flapjack, Claire and Jenny had escaped to the tea rooms so that Claire might have the opportunity to sample Lallybroch’s famous afternoon tea.

As always the tea room was bustling, the cream tea, often booked out several weeks ahead, was the talk of the Highlands. Claire and Jenny seated themselves at a small table near the back and surveyed the room.

“Wow”, said Claire. “Jamie told me the afternoon tea was popular but I had no idea”

“Aye” replied Jenny. “We have a good reputation for it. Everything is baked fresh, here at the farm, the jam made here, the cream comes from our own sheep. I’ve worked verra hard to put this place on the map” There was no denying the pride in her voice or the way her shoulders straightened slightly as she talked.  They chatted amiably, schools, the dreadful Glasgow traffic, films they had seen. Jenny told some entertaining stories about her university life in Edinburgh, whilst Claire  shared her own stories, omitting all but the most vague mentions of Frank. As the talked she became aware of one of the women working in the tea rooms. Probably in her late twenties, she had shoulder length blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a delicate complexion. She was also looking at Claire with unconcealed venom.

“Um, Jenny?” she asked “Who is that and why is she staring at me like I broke into her house and stole her puppy?”

Jenny looked up to see who Claire was talking about and let out a laugh. “Ah that would be Laoghaire”. Claire raised an eyebrow encouraging Jenny to elaborate on what she saw as a wholly unsatisfactory explanation. “She has a bit of an unrequited crush on Jamie, ye ken. Has for years. Jamie has never encouraged her even a wee bit, but that hasna really discouraged her much. Ye’ll notice Jamie avoids the tea rooms unless he really has to come here. That’s why.”

“Oh.” Was Claire’s response, unable at that moment to come up with anything more.

Jenny continued. “Laoghaire is a verra distant cousin on our mother’s side so we’ve always known her a small bit, though she’s a lot younger than us so we were never that close.She moved over this way about 10 years ago, got married to Simon McKimmie and lived at Balriggan. She’s two lassies, the eldest is the same age as Maggie and the younger one the same age as Wee Janet and Michael. We got to know each other quite well again doing the school run and what have ye. Anyway, when wee Joanie, the youngest, was hardly more than a baby, Simon was killed. He was trying to break up a bar fight in Inverness and got glassed. Bled out before the ambulance could arrive. It was very sad. Laoghaire was no much more than 21 at the time and Simon was a good man. Loved her and those girls. The whole thing was very sad. Everyone rallied round to try and help them, we’re a close knit community bein’ so far away from civilisation, “She chucked at this before continuing. “Our bit was giving her a job here in the tea rooms. The hours suit the girls school and it no bother in the school holidays to have them around the estate. And she’s verra good at it it too. When she’s no glaring over the milk steamer at you or simpering at my brother, she’s got the right personality and temperament for it. “

Claire nodded and glanced at the girl, who was glaring again. She smiled at her, very much moved by the tragic story she’d just heard. Laoghaire flared her nostrils and flounced away. Jenny laughed. “Dinna fash, Claire. Yon lassie has no chance. She never had much in the first place, but now you’re in the picture those have gone down to less than zero.”

Claire tipped her head to the side in acknowledgement, but said nothing. She wasn’t the jealous type, nor was she insecure but after the drama with Geneva she wasn’t keen to once again find herself between Jamie and the amorous attentions of another.

“Do you love him, Claire?” The question was asked outright, startling Claire out of her revery slightly.

“Wah, what? Why do you ask?” The question had been unexpected and put Claire on the defensive slightly.

“I ken he’s in love with you, Claire. I’ve never seen him the way he is with you. Never, and Jamie and I are close. I know him. And I know that he is completely and madly in love wi’ you Claire. I also ken its probably not my business and I shouldna ask, and don’t get me wrong I’d never interfere in his relationships. I never liked Geneva, but she was his choice so I never said a word. But I also never saw him like this. I’m so happy for him, but I’m also scared for him.” She looked at Claire intently.Claire returned the look. She took a deep breath.

“Yes. Yes, I love him.” she said quietly but with certainty. “I’m not a flighty young girl who gets carried away in the moment. I’m a grown woman, a surgeon, I have a career and a life outside of Jamie. I’m not with Jamie because I’m afraid to be alone, or I need a man to complete me or even because I’ve been swept off my feet. I’m with him because I love him. I want him. I want him in my life. I want to share what I have with him. I want him to share his life with me.” She gazed steadily at Jenny. Jenny nodded in a business like manner. “I just needed to check ye ken” A small smile played on her lips and was mirrored on Claire’s. “Yes,” she replied “I ken.”

They both laughed. “Well then,” said Janet, “how about you let my brother drive that funny coloured car of yours back to Glasgow and we’ll have a bottle of Moet to go with our scones”

And so it was that Jamie loaded a slightly drunk Claire into the car for the drive back. Jenny had embraced them both with enthusiasm, whispering none too discreetly to Jamie how happy she was for him and how he shouldn’t “fuck it up, for fuck’s sake”

Claire dozed as the drove through the fading light, the rain starting to come down steadily. Jamie kept his eyes on the road but he could sense her there and just the knowledge of that made him smile. The trip had been a success. Of that he was sure. After Claire’s initial doubts she had taken to Lallybroch as if she had always belonged there. And he was sure that she did. He could feel the shape of the box in his jacket pocket, the true purpose of his afternoon’s endeavours. He jumped slightly as Claire spoke, he hadn’t noticed her stir.

“Sorry, Jamie. I didn’t mean to nod off. It’s just Jenny…” Jamie laughed and waved a hand. ‘

“Aye, I know full well what Jenny’s like. And I wouldna mind of the two of you had spent the afternoon drinking the 18 year old whiskey and I had to listen to ye snore all the way back to Glasgow. I’m glad ye had a good time, Mo Neighean Donne. I’m glad ye and Jenny got along. You’re the two most important people in my life.”

“I had a wonderful time, Jamie. Not just with Jenny, but the whole trip. Inverness, Lallybroch, the kids, Jenny and Ian… you” She reached across and put her hand on his arm. With little warning, Jamie pulled abruptly into the side of the road and kissed her intensely, leaving them both a little breathless. “I’m sorry,” he said when they broke apart, looking slightly sheepish. “It just couldna wait all the way to Glasgow.”

Claire smiled at him and then kissed him again. When they broke apart they rested their foreheads against each other, just breathing each other in, sharing air. In the confines of the car in the gloaming light it was as if they were the only two people that existed. Claire reached out and kissed him lightly this time, running her fingers through his hair and down his neck.

They kissed again, letting it go on and on. The windows of the car steamed up and they eventually broke apart some time later when the local constable, who had been alerted to the possibility of a stolen Porsche parked on the Inverness to Glasgow road, tapped discreetly on the window and with many blushes suggested they move on.

“Let’s go home, Sassenach” he smirked

“I already am home” was Claire’s answer. And she was. They both were.

Heartlines - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When Reader moves into Avengers Tower to finish her PhD in safety, the last thing she expects is to have something in common with the shy insomniac Bucky Barnes.

A/N: hi guys! so this is my first ever fic posted on tumblr! i hope you guys enjoy it, there’s a bit of set up in this part but i promise there’s more bucky action in the future! if you have any feedback pls hit me up, i appreciate any comments :) thanks for reading! t xx

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 5APart 6Part 7, and Part 8

Part 1

It’s not the first time you’ve been in the common kitchen at Avengers Tower, but it is your first time as a resident. Finally, officially, with your last box of sci-fi novels rescued from the wrong removalist van, you’ve moved into the Tower. The coffee from Tony’s state of the art machine has never tasted so good.

Tony rarely uses the kitchen for breakfast (he’s never around before noon) but today he’s made an exception. He’s not feeling so out of character as to put on actual clothes, and so while you’re in your usual pressed best, he is un-ironically wearing a matching Iron Man pyjamas set.

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I know my feelings were supposed to go away, but the truth is that I always found myself falling for that smile, for those eyes, for that voice, for you, over and over and over again, every time I saw you, long after I thought I’d have moved on. My love for you took on a life of its own, and it would inhale every time you took my breath away.
Fic: Whiskey on a Pink Dress

Part 1 of my new Modern AU series, Heartlines.

As always let me know what you think.


“I am too old for this”

This thought had run through his head about a hundred times since they’d arrived at the club and it didn’t get any less true the more he thought it. He hated nightclubs. He hadn’t been a huge fan of them in his teens and twenties but at least he’d seen the point of them then. Drinks with your mates, a bit of bad dancing, flirting with some girls. But he was in his late thirties now and here he was again. His mates had insisted that he needed to have a ‘proper night out’.

“You’ll no meet any lassies down the local, Jamie lad” had been his cousin Rupert’s rationale.

“Ya’ll have been divorced now for nearly three years, and no a sniff of a woman around you since then. It’s no natural” had been his friend Angus’ contribution. Eventually, the sheer grind of trying to deflect them from their plans, as they conscripted an ever increasing circle of Jamie’s friends and family into the mission, had worn him down. A phone call from his sister Jenny, had been the final assault.

“Come on now, brother. You can’t be living your life all alone. You’re only 38, there’s still time for a relationship, a family. I know you want these things. You’ve always wanted them. Sure, you’ll never admit it, but we both know it’s the only reason you married Geneva in the first place. You’d been together for years and you felt like it was what you should be doing. She was just the wrong woman to be doing it with.”

“You could have said this to me at the time” came his sullen reply. There was nothing like a mild rebuke from his big sister to bring out the bolshy teenager in him.

“Aye” was the measured response, “I could have. But you’d no have thanked me and you’d even less have listened to me. You’re a grown man and your mistakes are your own to make. My job is to be here for ya when you’ve made them.”

Slightly shamed by this exchange and by his sister’s clear concern for the near monk like existence he had lived since his divorce, after only two years of marriage, he had text Rupert and told him to make some plans for the following Saturday.

And now here he was. In hell. Assuming of course hell played terrible electronic dance music, served watery, slightly warm lager and was inhabited by rowdy twentysomethings in varying states of inebriation. Several women had thrown some very hot looks in his direction and two had approached him when he went to the bar and later as he weaved his way through the masses towards the washroom. But they just weren’t of interest to him. The were lovely girls, no doubt, fresh faced and youthful, beautiful for sure. But they did nothing for him. He didn’t know what he was looking for in a woman, or if indeed he was looking for anything at all, but he simply knew that they were not it.

He was on yet another foray to the bar. He’d volunteered to go simply to get away from the constant pressure of his friends urging him to talk to this woman and that. To buy that one a drink, the being nudged in the ribs every five minutes as Rupert, Angus and even the usually more reticent Murtagh and Willy tried to persuade him to make his move.He checked his watch wondering if it was late enough for him to make his excuses and leave. 11.30. He rolled his eyes and contemplating an escape attempt. He wondered if the windows of the bathroom were adequate to accommodate his massive frame. As he looked up from his watch his made contact with something. Someone.

“Oh sorry” he said automatically before looking to see who he had made contact with. As slender brunette stood in front of him, dabbing what appeared to be whiskey from the front of her pink dress with a napkin.

“Oh lass, I am sorry” he repeated with more meaning this time. The woman looked up from her ministrations and smiled at him with humour in her eyes.

“No harm done, the whiskey they serve in this place is only fit for spilling anyhow”

He got a proper look at her then. She was beautiful. She had clouds of curly dark hair that were cascading arounding her face and shoulders and her eyes… He couldn’t quite make out their colour under the neon lights of the club but there was something about them that spoke to him. A warmth, a humour and something else too. Something that made his stomach flip over slightly as he looked at her.

“Are you ok?” she asked him and he realised he had been staring. Possibly open mouthed. He visibly pulled himself together and she laughed.

“My name is Claire” she smiled at him and held out her hand.

“Jamie” he took her hand. It was warm and soft and he very much regretted having to release it.

“So what brings you here” He cringed inwardly as he spoke. Was that the best he could come up with?  It was only one rung up from “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

She hadn’t seemed to notice the cheesy line though.

“Oh, it’s Mary’s birthday. One of my friends from work. She’s only 24, hence the choice of venue” She indicated the club with a wave of her arm.

“And you? Are you a regular here at ‘Altered Images, Glasgow’s premier night spot!’?” She made heavy air quotes with her fingers as she made the last statement, mocking the club’s tagline and the irony contained within it.

“Ah, err, no” He stuttered a bit. How was he going to explain why he was here? “Umm, lads night out you know. Change of scene from the local”

Claire raised her brows at him skeptically, whilst clearly trying to rein in a laugh.

“Can I buy you another drink? Since I’m the reason yer wearing that one?”

She laughed. “Honestly, I think you might have done me a favour. From the smell of it I might have gone blind had I actually drunk it.”

There was a pause.

“Well anyway, I best get back to my friends. I plan on making good my escape at the earliest opportunity and the only way I’m going to be allowed to do that is if I throw some serious shapes on that dance floor before hand” She vogued a little to illustrate her point and they both laughed. A curl tumbled forward and flopped over her eye. Unthinkingly, Jamie reached forward and tucked it gently behind her ear. Her eyes widened and he pulled back as if he’s been slapped.

“Oh God, Claire. I’m so sorry. I shouldna be touching you like that. You dinna know me. I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry…”

She cut off his apologies my reaching forward and very gently running a finger down the side of his cheek. He felt like all air had been sucked out of the room at the feeling of her hand on his skin. He tried to make out her expression, but the flashing lights made it impossible to

“There,” she said with a slight shrug. “I guess now we’re even.” A beat. “ And I probably won’t have karate chop you in the throat for being forward.”

The looked at each other for a moment before she reached down and began rummaging in her bag. Retrieving something, she grabbed his arm and pushing up the sleeve of his shirt turned her wrist towards him. Before he fully realised what was happening she had written a telephone number, hers he supposed, on the inside of his wrist. There was something so intimate about that it sent a small shiver down his spine.

“Why don’t you call me sometime? It was lovely to meet you Jamie”

And with that she was gone, pushing her way through the throngs of Saturday night revellers in the direction of the dance floor. He stood staring after her for a moment.

Turning he headed back towards where he’d left the lads. As he approached he discovered the booth was now not only filled with his friends but also a gang of about 6 women.  Veering away at the last moment, he turned towards the entrance, opening the uber app on his phone as he went. Just before he reached the door he turned back, scanning the dance floor for a glimpse of her before he left. And there she was. Arms waving, hair wild, laughing and singing along to the song. She was so lovely. Like a force of nature He glanced down at his wrist where she had written her number. Maybe this night out hadn’t been such a terrible idea after all.