old looking hands for a teen

away from the sun

soulmate au 

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: fluff and soft angst
word count: 20.409
warnings: none
author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 


Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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I’ve been thinking about Tyler a lot lately. I’ve been thinking about when he was younger, when Twenty One Pilots was just starting out. This scrappy teen from Ohio with button up T shirts and shaky hands has started to grow on me. I’ve been thinking about his struggle as he got older, there’s something about it that’s really caught my attention. I keep dreaming about it and looking through old videos of Tyler when he was 17. I keep searching and searching for this boy who was finding his way, and probably still is. It’s scary. Tyler, with a rubber band on his wrist and dorky glasses on, just simply doesn’t exist anymore. It makes me sad. It makes me feel so lonely. I want to talk to him. I want to find 17 year old Tyler again so desperately. I want to walk down the streets of Ohio at 2 am to see him recording goner on an old accordion. I want to go down to the local Columbus baseball fields and see him scribbling down lyrics to Slowtown in a journal. I want so badly to see him and Josh in their white van parked outside a gas station while the sun rises. I want to see the basement where Tyler recorded No Phun Intended. I want the Tyler that was still looking for his purpose while standing over a kitchen sink. And what I mean by all if this is not that I don’t love him how he is now, or that I want to invade his privacy. I just want to find someone who understands. I want to find the Tyler that didn’t know if he was going to make it to 18 or 19. I want to find him simply for the fact that I feel the same way. I want to find him because maybe that would validate my feelings, maybe somehow that would fix my struggle, it would end my pain. But this isn’t true, and I know that.
Think about this.
Tyler is 29, married, and happier then he’s ever been. He’s wrote about love, hope, recovery, and yes, he still writes about pain, but not nearly as much as before. Him and Josh live comfortably and with the support of all of us. Tyler beat his Blurryface. Tyler found his purpose. Tyler has gone so so far. He’s lived through his own personal hell and back and by god, that’s so incredible. That’s what I’m searching for, it’s what we are all searching for. Purpose.
17 year old Tyler can’t give me that. 17 year old Tyler can’t give YOU that. 29 year old Tyler can’t even give you that. Only you can.
Only you can find your purpose.
Keep looking, keep searching, that’s what this life is about.
Stay Strong, Stay Safe, but most importantly, Stay Alive.

Safe Inside

Originally posted by protect-anthony-edward-stark

Hi, and welcome to my new imagines blog! This is my very first imagine on here, so I decided to start of with something a little deeper, but not all of them will be like this, I promise! Feel free to request and enjoy!

-H

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1,848

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, very sad (I actually cried while writing this) mentions of death

Song: Safe Inside by James Arthur


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What kind of Halloween are you?:

50s Halloween: Going to the drive-in on a cool October night. Flickering black and white movies. The neon-lights of a diner, shining over a sidewalk covered in fallen leaves. Teenage rockabilly werewolves. Bed sheet ghosts. Smoking housewives, all prettied up to hand out candy.

60s Halloween: Chic, mini-skirt wearing girls wandering through haunted houses. Faded VW bugs parked next to old cemeteries. Vampire mistresses with straight black hair, wearing cat-eye liner. Dead Man’s Curve. LSD on Hallow’s Eve.

70s Halloween: Colorful vaccuform-masks. Black streets lined with Jack-O-lanterns and muscle cars. Long haired, bell bottomed teens blaring Black Sabbath. Marijuana smoke intermingling with the smell of dead leaves. Science Fiction. Double Feature. Masked killers waiting for their chance.

80’s Halloween: Eight-bit skeletons on vintage arcade games. Groups of adventurous twelve year olds looking for monsters. The glow of a flashlight cutting through a gnarled forest. Fooling around with a ouija board as The Smith’s play softly on tape. Goth kids holding candlelight vigil.

Character Analysis: Huey Freeman-The Boondocks Franchise

Huey Freeman-The Boondocks Franchise

Originally posted by hueyfreemanonlyspeaksthetruth

This is one of the few author surrogates that’s entertaining to me. Most surrogates just preach the writer/creator’s agenda with no consideration for the opposite side. Either that, or their so wrapped up in their messages that they become annoying. See Bryan Griffin from Family Guy. 

Huey is an activist who believes in standing up for black rights in America. The catch is, he’s 10. 

Originally posted by chunli

On one hand, this is brilliant for the show & comic’s attitude and commentaries. You have someone who’s extremely young pointing out societies’ problems with race, class, and whatever the topic of the day is. Huey has the balls to look a grown adult in the eye and say, ‘this system is broken’ or, ‘I have evidence saying that you’re wrong.’ 

He interrupts a court hearing where a grown man had sexual activities with a 14 year old but everyone is treating it like it’s no big deal because the adult is a famous R&B singer and the teen gave consent. He stands in front of everyone calling them out on their horrible double standard.

Only to be told to sit down and shut up. 

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43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me”  Dan.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader

Warnings- Smut. Also this is a really long one.


Saying you hate crowds would be considered an understatement.You could never put it into words. It’s so much more than just people forgetting what personal space is. It’s even more than the thought of everyone looking at you thinking you’re strange. It’s an immense feeling in the pit of your stomach that tightens. It’s the way you feel your breathing changing to a more shallow breath. Dan understood how you feel in crowds and has always tried his hardest to help you through any emotions you were feeling. Today was an extra stressful day as you were not only in a crowd of strangers but it was a crowd of Dan’s family. 

“They will love you just as much as I love you.” That was easy for Dan to say. He wasn’t the one who was meeting a bunch of new people who were for sure judging you to see if you were right for there Dan.

 "What if they don’t. What if your aunt thinks I’m wrong for you and tells your mum and your mum tells your grandma and then she will hate me and then I will never be able to be with you because I can’t make you choose between myself and your family.“ Dan kisses you softly to try and get you to shut up for even just a second.

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Fic Recommendations

I’m bored so i’m making this list of all the fics that I’ve read (and liked). I’ll be updating this every now and then. I’ll also probs put it in my bio. I’ll be categorizing them by main ship then I’ll have the links and their summaries. I’ll also add their ratings  

Namjin 

Charmed - kaythebest  (Teens and Up) 

“So you’re not going to eat me?” Seokjin asks, just to confirm.

“Why would I eat you?”

“Because you’re a dragon,” Seokjin says slowly, because it should be obvious, despite Namjoon not looking very dragon-y at all.

Namjoon looks unimpressed. “I may be a dragon, but I’m not an animal.”

before things come together - brightlight  (Explicit)

Namjoon didn’t expect to run into the TA from his philosophy class at the gay bar Taehyung and Jimin drag him to, he really didn’t expect him to look this nice outside of class, and he really, really didn’t expect to have a crush on him.

It’s going to be an interesting semester.

그 손을 내밀어줘 - sugavevo  (General Audiences) 

bangtan as kids ft. namjin as parents

Let’s Not Hurt Anymoreexfatamorgana  (Mature)

They don’t talk about it, and usually no one thinks to ask. But if you did, Namjoon and Seokjin would tell. They aren’t keeping secrets, and if you asked them, they’d answer. It just so happens that on a Sunday, not much different from any other Sunday, the other boys think to ask.

So how do two people who are always together end up… together?

you have 1 new message - bazooka  (Teens and Up) 

r u n c h r a n d a.
fuck
this is going to sound like the weirdest shit
okay look i used ur selcas to catfish and this older dude is gonna buy me stuff but i have to send him a selca with a peace sign

~ * ~ pingkeu jin ~ * ~
hahahahahahaha wtf

Yoonmin 

An Aperture in Fine Balance - blurrylines  (Teens and Up) 

Fake Marriage AU in which Yoongi is an up and coming rapper whose fame had blown up in Korea, traveled throughout Asia and has now landed him in the States. Meanwhile, Jimin is in America to study photography and find success in this land of freedom. Except for one problem. His school’s policy for financial aid requires him to be either over the age of 24, have a child, or be married.

Considering the fact that he’s only 21 and can’t have a kid, Jimin is left with the last option.

That’s where Yoongi comes in the picture.

a+++ cutie - yururin  (General Audiences) 

“Are you sure your name’s Jimin and not Jinyoung?” Yoongi asked, feeling extremely dumb, but the laugh that Jimin answered him with was worth it. Sort of.

“I’m sure, hyung,” Jimin replied softly, leaning both arms on the table as he grinned at Yoongi, “finally figured it out?”

85 Days of Summer - yururin  (Explicit)

When his friends dragged him to some secluded, intimate beach resort for their summer break, all that Yoongi expected to get were cheap souvenirs, sand between his toes, and a lot of sunburns.

He didn’t expect that a beautiful boy with honey skin, soft copper hair, and a smile so bright and happy would steal his heart instead.

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine - yururin  (Mature) 

On their second anniversary, Yoongi proposed to Jimin.
On their third anniversary, Yoongi woke up to the news of Jimin’s untimely death.
On Jimin’s first death anniversary, Yoongi met Jimin again.

The Letter Thief - d4wndust  (Teens and Up) 

Min Yoongi receives a text from an unknown number and it seems to be a suicide note.
Park Jimin says his goodbyes through a text, but to a wrong number.

Min Yoongi makes Park Jimin live a little longer and Park Jimin makes Min Yoongi start living.

Truth or Dare - fratboyyoongi  (Not Rated) 

Based on a prompt I got from otpprompts on tumblr that goes like:
(Imagine that Person A and Person B (who are not going out yet, but have crushes on each other) are playing Truth or Dare with their friends, who can tell about their feelings toward one another. One of their friends dares B to kiss A. B leans over and kisses A on the cheek. Very tired of B’s BS, A tells them, “Come on B, you know that’s not what they meant” and grabs their head and kisses them on the mouth.)

we pass in front of a flower shop (and i catch the scent of roses) - groovystars  (General Audiences) 

Jimin’s a florist who sings to the flowers and crushes hard on the mint-haired man who just came in to buy a cactus.

The Boy in the Music Box - MissterMaia  (Teens and Up) 

Yoongi doesn’t really expect anything special when he finds an old music box in his grandmother’s attic and she tells him to keep it. Oh sure, he expects the music box to be a pretty decoration to add to the stale interior of his small apartment. He expects it to play a tune and he might even dare to expect the barely-functioning little ballerina to dance along to the soft chimes, but that’s it, really.

The last thing he expects is for the little ballerina to take human form at night and throw his life out of balance with radiant smiles, soft giggles, and a heart-wrenching story.

Sunshine on a Rainy Day - MissterMaia  (General Audiences) 

It’s a fact as well-known as water being wet that Min Yoongi hates mornings. He hates the lethargicness of waking up, the temporary lack of complete motor control, the slowness of his sleep-drunk mind as it attempts to power up again after the six-hour long reboot session. Truly, mornings are the devil’s work.

But maybe Yoongi hates them a little less thanks to the cute weatherman he watches over a cup of coffee every morning.

The Songbird and the Sea - MissterMaia  (Mature) 

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

Hey, Piano Man - MissterMaia  (Explicit) 

In which Yoongi, after having his evening completely ruined by a drunk asshole on his way home from a rough day at the studio, decides he himself needs to get drunk and wanders into an old-fashioned pub. He may or may not find his bad mood washed away by the cute bartender, and he may or may not end up completely and utterly smitten when said bartender gets on the small stage and starts singing in the most angelic, beautiful, seductive voice he’s ever heard in all his life.

“You play the piano?”

“I… yeah, I do, actually. How’d you know?”

The bartender’s smile is shy and confident all at once, and Yoongi’s heart lurches in confusion. “Just a feeling,” Jimin says softly, busying himself with drying a glass. “Your hands are beautiful. They look like they were made to play an instrument.”

Soul Bond - springrain21 (Teens and Up) 

Everyone is born with a Soulmate, but not everyone gets to meet their other half in their lifetime. Twenty one year old Park Jimin suspects he will never meet his Soulmate. When he accidentally makes skin-to-skin contact with the cold, distant Min Yoongi, he discovers that the two of them are Soulmates. But what happens when Yoongi doesn’t even believe in Soulmates? Will Jimin develop the deadly condition known as Soul Sickness? And will Yoongi make it in time to save him?

Love is fulfilment of the law - Yoongi_trash (Teen and Up)

“They were a strange couple, Jimin knew it. He knew that it was wrong on so many levels. On every level. He’d read the books, knew the laws; homosexuality was a sin and it always would be. But Jimin couldn’t help it, couldn’t deny his feelings for Yoongi.”

AKA the church AU in which Jimin is a probably an angel sent from heaven and Yoongi’s nickname is the Antichrist

time follows you (and fades) - thebestofme (Teen and Up)

hp!au - how half-veela!jimin and yoongi fall in love in the Slytherin common room.

(or, two sides of one story: Jimin worries about the effects of his Allure and hides his veela nature; Yoongi loves Jiminie but is too confused by mixed signals to act on it).

you and me (are the difference between real love and the love on tv) - inkingbrushes (Teen and Up)

Yoongi is pretty sure his friends are conspiring against him.

Or: that stupid college au where they’re all drunk and playing the “of course” game.

smile like silver - jflawless (Teen and Up)

Anonymous said:
could you do a yoonmin fic where yoongi gets a tongue piercing ? and jimin just really likes it

when you’re in love all the lines get blurred - jflawless (Teen and Up)

Jimin isn’t sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he’s opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option.

It’s your Birthday but you’re my Gift - smoljean (General Audiences) 

Yoongi celebrates 5 birthdays with Jimin over the course of 20 years.
(aka Yoongi growing up with Jimin only to realise he’s falling for his childhood friend).

you wish i was yours (and i hope that you’re mine) -  awsuga (Mature)

Jimin is getting ready to sleep his summer away now that all his friends have left for college except for him. That is, though, until he meets Yoongi. A boy two years older than him from the city, who has been kicked out by his parents and is now living with his aunt.

Because of Yoongi Jimin learns more about himself in one summer than he has his entire life.

give me a sign - iwillalwaysbelieve (Teen and Up

Yoongi thinks the universe is a dick for a lot of reasons.
Reason #1: It gave a deaf person a soul-mark that revolves around speech.
Reason #2: Once he decided to hate his soulmate no matter what they were like, the universe gave him a really attractive soulmate.
Reason #3: Said soulmate is overly kind, no matter how much of a dick Yoongi is.
Reason #4: Yoongi is definitely fucked.

Midnight Dreamers - ghuns (Teens and Up)

Soulmates. They’re something vague and the only clues to them lie within your dreams.

Speak to Me - noonatha  (General Audience)

Yoongi might not be able to hear what he’s missing out on, but he can see it.

 give me thirty days (to fall in love with you) - kstorms  (Teens and Up)

“Hi! I’m Park Jimin!” when he gets no reaction, Jimin pushes on, a little hesitantly. “As in, your soulmate?”

or

Jimin meets his soulmate, and it doesn’t go the way he’s planned (nothing ever does, really).

Once Upon A Dream - yururin (Teens and Up)

“Somebody once promised they’d find you, and that they’ll love you more than they already do,” Yoongi murmurs, a smile on his lips when recognition sparks in Jimin’s eyes, “somebody once promised they’d ask you to be theirs when they can finally do so again.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything—just leans into Yoongi’s touch, that same shy smile Yoongi has grown to love still on his face.

“Be mine, Park Jimin?”

(or alternatively: "that yoonmin soulmates AU where you can see a glimpse of your past life on the eve of your 18th birthday and Jimin dreams of a forbidden Joseon era love story with an upperclassman Min Yoongi, popular basketball player in uni, 18384/10 out of his reach”.)

Time Lapse - NomNams  (Explicit)

Min Yoongi is a time jumper, and Jimin is tethered to his timeline. Or he’s tethered to Jimin’s. Who knows. All Yoongi knows, is that no matter where he jumps to, Park Jimin will be waiting.
__________

“Give me a reason not to think you’re some spy working for the government who plans to…”

“You have a cow lick above your right ear. There’s a scar on your right knee cap that you got when you were four falling off a pony in Daegu. You have a birthmark patch low on your left butt cheek, and another on your inner…”

“Fine. Fine. Just… please stop there.” Yoongi begged, blushing five shades of red.

Bullet Boy - sugamins  (Explicit)

If you want to make it big, you’ve got to start off small. This is something that Jimin acknowledges, for he just carries on singing features for underground rappers in the hopes of breaking into the mainstream scene even when the lyrics mean nothing to him.

If you want to make it in the scene, you’ve got to fake it in the scene. This is something that Yoongi understands intimately. But he’s never been one to be a poser, and there’s only far stuntin’ can get you before you burn out like the end of a cigarette.

Yoongi finally wants to move on from his bad past and take the gamble so that he can drop his first mixtape as ‘D-boy’, and he can’t think of anyone more perfect to feature on it than rising talent: Park Jimin.

Jimin really wants to break free from nights spent singing at hip hop clubs for a pittance and finally have his name on an official track in the music charts, but he’s going to need some help navigating the brutal world of music contracts and the paparazzi; and being involved in a scandal the likes of which the industry has never seen before.

Multi-Ship (is that even a thing?)

Namjin, Yoonmin and Taekook: 

Nyctophile - yururin  (Mature) 

“Like I said, monsters aren’t real, Taehyung.”

Jimin quickly pulled the closet doors open.

At the bottom of the closet, sitting on the floor and leaning heavily against the walls, was a man with dark pink hair clad in dark clothes, bleeding and injured and looking positively close to death.

Jimin didn’t know what to do.

Craigslist Date - springrain21 (Mature)

Main Ship: Yoonmin

Min Yoongi’s family are judgmental and unsupportive of his lifestyle and his mother won’t stop nagging him about how he’s still single. When he finds Park Jimin on Craigslist offering to pose as someone’s fake date to mess with their family, Yoongi can’t help himself. What starts as a prank on Yoongi’s family turns into something more when the two of them quickly develop feelings for each other. Will Yoongi, who doesn’t know how to handle feelings, let his chance at love slip away, or will he go after the silver-haired boy and hold onto him forever?

Inspired by that tumblr post about the guy on Craigslist who you can hire to be your date for Thanksgiving to screw with your family because that post makes me cry laughing every time I see it.

Soulmate? No, Thanks - Bookworming (Teen and Up)

Main Ship: Yoonmin

Min Yoongi has been waiting to have his first colour dream since he was 17 because a dream in colour is the dream of your soulmate, whoever they are. In a world where all humans have only black and white dreams the only colour dreams one gets are those of their soulmate, if they have one. Soulmates get each other’s dreams in colour and can speak to them through those dreams, a privilege Yoongi has coveted for a long time. Yoongi has also coveted his best friend Kim Seokjin for a long time but unfortunately for Yoongi, Seokjin’s soulmate loves sleeping and occupies his mind in a way Yoongi never does.
Park Jimin made the worst mistake of his life by getting drunk and driving himself home one day before his 17th birthday. When he wakes up, things have changed drastically, the biggest change being the sexy voice that interrupted his first pleasant dream in a LONG time.

Yoonminkook, Namjin and Vhope: 

Let Me Know - TheOrgasmicSeke  (Mature) 

Main Ship: Yoonminkook

Talking about it, of course, became harder as the days passed by. Yoongi could never find the right time to bring it up. He was still wondering if he was just imaging things. If he was just thinking he was feeling the things he was feeling. But that was quickly disproved every single time Jimin curled up around him and Jungkook kissed him. He was a fucking idiot in love with two bigger idiots and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Except probably ruin it by talking about it. Hell, maybe it was better to just never mention it and pretend it wasn’t happening.

Namjin, Yoonmin and Vhope:

Can I Get Your Dewey Decimal Number? - melecs  (Teens and Up) (a series)

Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s department.

Namjin and Yoonmin:

When life gives you elephants… - tired angry egg (Mirabelle)

(Its a series so each part has a different summary and rating) 

LadyNoir July: Prompt: Patience Secrets

LadyNoir

Rated: T

Prompt: Patience

LadyNoir July

Secrets

Chat watched Ladybug, she stood holding herself. Arms wrapped around her like a protective shield.

He wished to never see her like that, so openly vulnerable and trying to protect herself… from him.

The last Akuma had been a bit difficult. A thirteen-year-old girl that had been caught up in the whirlwind of her parents’ divorce. She had been angry and accused them of only lying to her. Hawkmoth took advantage of her state, and turned her into one of his villains, Truth Serum.

The spy-esque looking teen had carried an oversized syringe of a green liquid that created a mist on contact. It caused people to spill their darkest secrets.

Ladybug had taken a hit for him.

“S-so… now you know…” Ladybug looked away.

Chat’s hand wavered in the air before he reached out to her. Taking step after step until he pulled her into his arms.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He whispered, hugging her to him.

The red clad heroine faltered, tears stinging her eyes. “I… I… haven’t told anyone… I felt ashamed…”

Chat held her tighter, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

She came undone at the action, her face buried into his shoulder. He could feel the heat of her tears and the shaking of her body.

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PDX to JFK

the feysand modern au with more cliches than should be allowed

Feyre Archeron is pretty sure there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed when it comes to conduct with the authors whose books she edits. But when you take what should have been a normal flight to Paris and add a tuna sandwich, a red pen, and a smirking stranger, lines can get a little blurry. 

or

the one where feyre accidentally trash talks a novel to its author and then they kinda fall in love

read it on ao3

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

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Out On The Edge

*Pops head* So

Continuation of Ghost!Lance pormpt I got on my main blog. Uh, nothing much to say except 

I did not planned this and you can al blame the Anon who left me the prompt and @l-x-ie 

Ps. Uh…over 1k but less than 2k so like, under the cut to read more. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


He presses his hand over the cold dusty metal wall and suddenly the entire room comes to life.

There is a few faint blue glowing lights on the walls, but it’s not the kind he’s looking for.

He tugs his red jacket and pulls it tighter around him when he feels it slip off his right shoulder. He grumbles in annoyance before he takes another step forward, eyes roaming every single corner of the castle.

A castle.

The blue-eyed teen allows himself to smile giddily at the thought. It felt like he was living in another life time, like a dream or someone else’s memories.

With every step forward, more blue orbs light up around him but none of them are just right.

He keeps walking.

He can hear his steps echoing down the hall, and, feeling a little playful, he lets out a big ‘Hello’, cupping his hands over his mouth to make it louder and he laughs when his own voice greets him back at the end of the dark hallway.

The dark has always been something he avoided; you never knew what could be there, waiting for the right time to grab you and do whatever it wanted with you.

And yet, he walks towards it with ease, footsteps firm and confident.

He feels safe, protected, and he takes a moment to relish the feeling he feels familiar with before he continues walking.

The teen ends up in a somewhat living room. His soft humming echoes around, an old song that his dad taught him when he was a younger. He’s actually surprised he still remembers it.

His dad said that the song had been in the family since his grandpa introduced it to him when he was just a baby. A simple melody, usually shared with a guitar and a voice.

More glowing lights appear, some brighter than others, and his blue eyes scan the room until they fall on the big window on the right corner.

A midnight and gold glow, that’s what his grandpa had said to him a few weeks ago in the hospital bed.

‘Look for the sharp glowing of a dark blue color mixed with gold and you will know it’s him.’ He had said, eyes blurry and old but the love in them as fresh as it was in his youth.

The teen freezes when he catches it. The grip on his jacket gets tighter and then there are a pair of blue eyes, resembling his own so much, staring right back at him.

“Keith?”

The thirteen-year-old bites his lower lip guiltily before he shakes his head.

It’s not the first time someone confused him with his grandpa: the long black hair, the jaw, some even said the nose, if that even made sense. His dad told him a few days back, that he had his grandpa’s scowl, and when he laughed, he had the same dimples his grandpa used to get whenever he found something ridiculous.

The teen is not surprised. Sad? Maybe, but not surprised.

“Then who are -”

“My Grandpa told me I could find you here,” the teen blurts out, fingers playing with the end of his jacket as Glow takes a sharper form and suddenly there’s only a young man standing a few feet in front of him.

He knows who he is, he has seen the pictures in his Grandpa’s treasure box.

“Lance McClain?” he asks quietly, almost shyly but at Glow’s smile, his shoulders relax and his mouth twitches upwards when Glow - Lance nods, “My Grandpa told me a lot about you.”

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Every Tuesday my parents go to Austin’s Bar & Grill with 25 or more other old people. My parents start talking about what they’re going to order on the Wednesday after they were there on Tuesday. Sometimes it’s going to be salad and onion rings. Other times it’s hamburgers and, perhaps, green beans. They tip bigger than they would because others in their group tip smaller than they should. It’s something to do when you don’t have all that much left to do.

On their way to Austin’s, they will pass Garmin, a complex that started out small and just keeps getting wider and taller. My dad worked at King Radio for most of his adult life. It was founded by Ed King, a K-State graduate who built a company that became the gold standard for small aircraft navigational equipment. I worked there during the summers when I was in college where I shipped more 170B transponders than you could imagine. (Coincidentally, Mr. King paid for the International Student Center on the KSU campus and this is where Pete took me on our first “date” where he ate the food in the refrigerator that was not his.) 

Anyway, when he was at King Radio, Dad had a casual friend named Gary. They played softball together, talked about their young kids, got their hair cut by the same downtown barber. Gary and an Asian engineer at King went on to combine their names, Gar and Min, and formed the company Garmin. If my dad had been younger and less close to retirement, he would have gone to Garmin in those days when it was neither wide nor tall. Sometimes, as they drive to Austin’s for tacos and french fries, Mom and Dad mention Gary and wonder how things might have been had Dad been in on the ground floor.

Anyway, Austin’s and Garmin collided two days ago in my hometown. As you might have heard, two Indian engineers headed across the street from Garmin to Austin’s to watch what every sports bar in Kansas would be watching—the KU Jayhawks go for their 13th straight Big 12 conference title. A drunk, known to the Austin’s people, kept hassling the two men and was kicked out of the bar. He later returned, shouted something like “Get out of my country” and shot them. Another young man, who would have had no idea that he was going to become a hero that day, stepped in to help. One Indian was left dead, the other was injured along with the hero. Another day. Another angry white man with a gun. Another dead young man. Another time of us all saying we never thought it would happen in our town. Until it did.

And we’ll all begin the rituals that we’ve become so good at. A few days ago, I looked for a GoFundMe page so that I could donate to the desecrated Jewish cemetery in Missouri. Today I will donate to the GoFundMe for the Austin’s bar victims. Young kids and moms and teen girls will bring flowers to put outside the bar. Neighbors of the shooter will say that they knew their neighbor was a bit off but they never expected this. We will mourn the loss of a fellow human who was trying to make his way on this big earth. His body, paid for with GoFundMe money, will make its way home to his family. We are just really really good at this in America. Practice makes perfect.

Anyway, last night, with those words “get out of my country” that have been given more acceptance by Trump bouncing around in my head, I went to the town hall meeting at the church at the end of my street. Senator Jerry Moran was not there. To be completely fair, and I’m trying to be in these trying times, this was not an organized meeting. Moran had not set up this town hall meeting. He had not said he would attend the meeting. Rather, organizers set it up and invited him. Even on the website, it said that no one knew if Senator Moran had seen the invitation and no one knew if he would attend. So I can’t fairly say that he ducked out of meeting that he had never set up.

But his presence or absence isn’t really the story here. I live in Johnson County, Kansas. It’s not totally red like most of Kansas. It’s definitely not blue. But, still, parts of it voted for Hillary. Others voted for the candidates who could not win. If you add those together, more in Johnson County voted for someone not named Trump than voted for Trump. It’s not a purple area yet, but it’s definitely lavender. Olathe, though, is a red dot in that purple. It’s really red. Like maybe scarlet. And, still, the parking lot was packed. Perhaps with as many cars as would be there on a Sunday. It was dark and you could see the headlights of cars driving up and down aisles trying to find a place to park. 

My high school friend Verneda was there. We talked about the meanness that we hadn’t known existed in America. We talked about the night Hillary lost. We talked about how all this political activism was something new. We agreed that we needed to keep it up even when it was hard.

The meeting room was full. The overflow crowd had spilled into the lobby. No one in the lobby could hear the speakers inside. What most surprised me was the demographic of those there. I had expected young people in jeans and sweatshirts on this unseasonably warm evening. I’d thought there might be some moms there. They were there. But also there were so many old people. Like really old people. And they, the old people, were the ones in charge. One bent-backed lady with silver hair kept shushing those of us in the overflow area because she wanted to hear the speakers. She looked like those women who always run the polling stations. Those women who show up, do their job, get it done, and go home with no thanks. I repeat. The majority of the people there were old. I was—-surprised.

These old people had us fill out 3x5 cards with messages to be hand delivered to Moran’s office. They had a whiteboard where you could write a message to Moran, take a picture of yourself standing next to it, and as the old women told us, post it to social media. Social Media? These suddenly tech savvy ladies and gentlemen were telling these teens how to use social media to ferment discord.

When I was a teen, there was a song by Buffalo Springfield that I loved and, when I hear it, I remember Vietnam and halter tops and Jesus freaks. The song said:

“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.”

That’s how it felt last night in this church lobby in scarlet red Olathe where I mingled with angry riled up Kansans. There’s something happening here. And Senator Moran and others would do well to pay attention.

10 Years (The Surprise)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warning: alcohol, cursing, mention of sex,

A/n: I don’t know how many more parts are left for this series, maybe another two? so I won’t be tagging anyone else in it <3 Enjoy this part. thank you to @dylan-trash-tbh and @golddaggers for helping me out with this <3

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Found this gif on google images, credit to the owner. If I could make a gif this good I wouldn’t need to write!


“I could do this all day,” Stiles whispered against your lips, a sweet smile resting on his face. He hovered over you on your bed, his elbow propped him up, and he stared down at you. You giggled, biting your lip.

“Then do it all day,” He rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around you protectively and nuzzling his face into your neck, the scruffiness of his stubble rubbing against you. “I mean it, I don’t ever want to leave this.” You whispered to him, getting comfortable on your bed. 

Stiles let out a soft sigh, nodding his head in your neck, “I know, and I won’t ever leave you.” Being with Stiles for the past year changed your life completely, he was the sweetest and most down to earth guy that you’ve ever met, and you knew from that moment, that you would never be able to leave him.

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Fic, Of Dragons and Friendship

Hey, so after I posted this fic with dragon Virgil and knight Princey I was itching to write more dragons. More half dragons too. I’m sure I’m not the first person to think of half dragons but I’ve got my own way they work and act and look and such so I was really excited to write them. This exists in the same universe as the previous fic and they are separate stories but I’d suggest reading the first one before you read this one because there are references to the ending. Where the last one was a platonic prinxiety thing this is a platonic logicality thing.

Warnings: Talk of death. 3,442 words.

Abstract: Befriending a dragon, befriending a half dragon, befriending a human.

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Wreak Havoc PART 1 [Reader x Teen Wolf]

Warnings: Threatening, guns, sarcastic sassy reader. READER BEING REFFERED TO WITH THE NICKNAME HAVOC.

Words: 662

Note: i haven’t been able to write something new, and sorry to everyone who requested stuff i promise to do it soon. here’s something for you in the meantime

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”Peter, we need your help”

”Not interested.”

“Beacon hills have been infected by vampires and we can’t even figure out who or where they are. Derek said you knew someone.”

“I don’t know anyone.”

“Lies. Is he lying, Scott? I feel like he’s lying.”

“Go away. And tell Derek that there’s no way I’m calling Havoc.”

“Havoc?”

“Don’t question it, just leave.”


Peter Hale shot a glare in Derek’s direction and sighed. They were all standing in a circle looking at each other uncomfortably. Malia, Lydia, Kira and Allison were talking in low voices, all of them sounding quite nervous as none of them knew exactly what they had signed up for.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this. You all owe me one.” Peter scowled as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And if Havoc kills someone, don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”

“Wait, kill someone? Who even is this dude?” Stiles yelped and clutched his baseball bat in his hands.

“Let’s just say that baseball bat of yours won’t be much of a help.”

This conversation was followed by a clicking sound, and something cold out of metal being pressed to Scott’s temple.

“Hell no it won’t.” Havoc smirked and held the gun steadily against the young, now slightly scared boy’s head. “This is the alpha right? I didn’t read that wrong, did I?”

“Wait, hold on… Who are you? Wait don’t tell me-”

“I’m Havoc. Pleasure to meet you, human boy.”

“But… You’re… A girl…” Stiles sounded so confused, Havoc just had to let out a chuckle.

“Yes, I get that a lot. So. Let’s play a game. You tell me why I’m here, what you want me to do, and what you’re willing to pay. And then maybe I won’t shoot Pretty Boy Alpha over here.” Havoc tilted her head and pushed the gun harder against Scott’s temple. No one knew what to say, so Peter cleared his throat.

“Put the gun away, we both know you don’t need it.” He said and took a step forward. Havoc grinned at him.

“Of course I don’t, but it’s so much more fun this way isn’t it?”

“I don’t find this particularly fun” Stiles spoke up again raising his hand slightly.

“Me neither” another girl spoke up. Malia’s eyes started to glow blue and she too crossed her arms over her chest, letting a growl leave her lips.

“Whoa there. Better calm wolfie there down, or I might just accidentally press this trigger. Tell me, Alpha. Why am I here.”

“We need your help tracking down some vampires.” Scott shifted slightly while he talked, and Stiles the human tried to calm down his friend.

“And you don’t know their names.” Havoc stated. “Hmmmmm…” she pretended to be thinking and suddenly pressed the trigger. Someone in the group screamed, but no bullet left the gun. Scott had now turned fully into wolf mode and growled at the woman.

“Alright, what do I get?” Havoc threw the gun to the ground and stretched. Peter had his face in his hands, and let out a long sigh.

“How about same as last time?” he asked the woman.

Once again Havoc pretended like she was considering it and then shrugged. “You know what, let’s figure that out afterwards. Just get to my place tomorrow night and I’ll have them all there.”

“You still live in that gothic castle of yours?” Peter asked.

“It’s an old place, have some respect will ya?”

“Could you try not to kill anyone?” Lydia spoke up sounding a little bit concerned about the fact that this woman did not seem like she could be trusted.

“We’ll see about that. See ya later, Scooby Gang.” Somehow Havoc managed to kick the gun up from the ground to her hand before she stalked off into the night confidently.

Derek looked over to Peter. “She hasn’t changed much, has she?”

“No she hasn’t. But apparently she uses guns now.”


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anonymous asked:

What if something palpatine does scares the hell out of obiwan? As in it hits obiwan that an old man lavishing attention, praise, and gifts onto a young troubled teen and wanting to be alone with him so often is a huge red flag.

“…Anakin…where did you get this?” Obi-Wan questioned, blinking down at the shiny and brand new pod piece in his hand that he had stumbled upon.

He knew that Anakin couldn’t but it, not this brand, not this new, there just wasn’t enough money between everything else he bought in.

“I…it was a gift?” The blond looked guiltily up at him.

Guilty for what?

For not telling Obi-Wan about it, for accepting the gift or for now having to tattle if he promised not to tell anyone about the gift?

“From…who?” Obi-Wan asked carefully, aware that his padawans shoulders were tense. He was ready to do his version of evasion and bolting.

It sent Obi-Wan’s heart into his throat and he put on a worried smile for his padawan before kneeling down on the floor beside the other. “You’re not in trouble Anakin, its just…” He held up the pod piece. “This is new, expensive and technically speaking you shouldn’t have it because you couldn’t afford it. Force, I couldn’t afford it, not with how brand new it is. I’m just…curious…no make that worried about how you got it.” He added softly.

Anakin gnawed on his lower lip, watching Obi-Wan before his shoulders untensed, the twelve year old giving him his full attention.

“The Chancellor gave it to me. He said it was a gift.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan looked back at the pod piece.

“…Are you angry?” Anakin fiddled with the droid part in his hands, a small piece to be used on a mouse droid.

“No, I’m worried.” Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin.

But honestly he was terrified.

The Chancellor had given Anakin an expensive pod piece, state of the art, hardly on the market and very hard to get a hold of even for professional pod racers.

“Anakin…what else has the Chancellor given you?”

()()()

“No.”

He says it before he can as much as think, a knee jerk reaction coming from the dept of him as his entire being screams out in rejection.

His instant refusal takes the Council by surprise and Obi-Wan can’t find a hoot inside himself to care as he slides his hands into his robe sleeves and watches them in return as they watch him. Beside him Anakin looks up in surprise, a tiny frown starting at his brows as he watches Obi-Wan too.

“No? I’m not sure I understand Knight Kenobi, the Chancellor has requested your padawan specifically.” Mace leaned forward, eyebrows raised.

“And I’m sure the Chancellor will have more pleasure out of the company of an adult who is legal to enter a bar. Considering he’s already taken my padawan to one, I’m reluctant to allow him more time with Anakin.”

Mace sat back even as several Councilors leaned forward. “What? A-”

“A bar, with strippers.” Obi-Wan pinched his lips together, the only sign of his utter displeasure. “Anakin, please tell them.” He looked at his very young padawan and softened at the look of discomfort on the others face. “You are not in trouble Anakin.” He promised softly.

“No. You are not.” Agreed Plo, watching Anakin through the unblinking optics of his mask. “Please, tell us padawan.”

Anakin shuffled a bit, looking back up at his master before speaking up.

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“I’m sorry Chancellor, you are not allowed to request any Jedi that are minors by the standards of Republic law.” Windu’s face was set in marble. “If you wish to request someone else then you are free to do so, but padawan Skywalker, nor anyone under the age of eighteen, will not accompany you without the supervision of their masters.”

Sheev put on a disappointed face. “I see, that is most unfortunate. I had enjoyed our conversation.”

Windu’s brow twitched. “You’ve…enjoyed conversation with a twelve year old padawan…” He let the statement hang.

“He’s very mature for his age.”

Sheev was digging his own grave, he could tell by the slow look of alarm that was crossing the Jedi’s face and he was mentally cursing his slipping grip on the Chosen one.

“I see. Please request a different Jedi…a adult. Goodbye Chancellor.” The Master of the order hung up and Sheev gave a low curse.

Blasted, what had changed!?

The Getaway

Will Jamie and Claire’s parents want them to get married because of the bairn? Are they old enough to legally marry or do they still handfast in modern Scotland?

  1. Anonymous said: I am looking forward to another chapter of The Getaway! I’m obsessed with that story!! I hope it’s soon :)
  2. Anonymous said: Can you continue The Getaway? It is so addictive and I miss it.
  3. @lindseyylu17 said: I am eagerly waiting for The Getaway!!

Jamie dragged Claire across the empty courtyard, their hands solidly entwined as Claire giggled behind him. Their parents had them under serious guard - opting to encourage activities to tire the teens. Although it was far too late to stop them from getting themselves into bother, the Beauchamps and the Frasers were determined parents.

“How long do you think it’ll take them to notice we’ve skipped out?” said Claire, a breathless murmur on the breeze as they rushed around the far side of the barn.

“No’ long, sassenach. But we’re younger and quicker than them, aye?”

Joking aside, Claire thrust Jamie against the cold wood and stood between his knees. Panting she bent upwards on her tiptoes and took his warm lips against hers. They had been allowed to stay together in Jamie’s room but neither of them, until now, had the energy to experiment further with one another. So far their parents plots had worked - tiring them out daily meant they’d just fallen into blissful slumber each evening at bedtime.

Now though, Claire had developed a ferocious need for Jamie and had suggested they ditched the daytime ‘thrills’ Julia, Henry, Ellen and Brian had in store for them and just skipped off alone. Jamie hadn’t disagreed.

“Well then,” Claire whispered against his warm lips, “where should we go?”

Jamie had the perfect place, somewhere secluded on the Lallybroch lands that he loved to escape to when his exams had gotten too much for him. Quirking an eyebrow, Jamie twisted Claire around so that he was no longer at her mercy, took hold of her hand once more and led her away from the big house.

“Do you trust me?” Jamie said, his pace not ceasing as they disappeared off into the surrounding forests.

“Y-yes…” Claire returned, her breathless answer barely registering as her pulse thundered in her ears. “Of course.”

It didn’t take them long to reach the clearing - the expanse of lush, verdant green appearing before their eyes as the banks of the wee loch lapped against a small sand beach. It was incredible and Claire couldn’t hold back her gasp of wonder at the beauty of the place.

“…and this is still on your land, Jamie?” She exclaimed, her eyes flitting from each corner of the glade.

“Aye, it is.” He replied, his eyes focused solely on Claire.

Toeing off her shoes, Claire padded across the soft undergrowth of grass that lined the small open piece of land, her fingers staying with Jamie for as long as possible. Letting him go, she crept closer to the water, the lapping of it calling her forwards.

“Can we swim?” She asked, nervous that the weather wasn’t fair enough without using wetsuits.

“Maybe paddle, sassenach. But we dinna want to risk the bairn, aye?”

Nodding, Claire settled herself on the banks of the loch, her toes resting up to her ankles in the cool water.

Jamie’s gaze was transfixed on her as she wiggled her bottom into the dense sand, getting herself into a comfortable position as she let her head flop backwards. The sun was filtering through the treeline casting sharp rays over her tangled mass of curls as they toppled across her shoulders. “Ye belong here, Claire,” he whispered, pulling her from her silent thoughts and she tilted her head back enough so that she could look him up and down. A wry smile crossed her face and she twisted her hips, laying her hands in the sand to hold her weight as she batted her eyelashes softly.

“I belong with you,” she answered, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips as a red tint blossomed across her cheeks. “Wherever you are, Jamie Fraser, is where I’ll be.”

“Aye,” he returned, a deep rumble coating his words as the emotion bubbled beneath his skin. “And where you are, I am. Same in return, Claire Beauchamp.”

A small burst of light twinkled in Claire’s eye at his reiteration of her declaration and Jamie couldn’t help but be drawn to her. “Marry me,” he blurted out, all thoughts ceasing in an instant as he saw a future for them both flashing before his eyes.

Claire’s heart skipped a beat and she almost fell into the yellow granules in shock at the proposal. “W-what?” She stammered, half believing herself to have misheard him.

“Shit, Claire…I didna-” he replied, his instant reaction to retract the offer.

“Fuck ‘didna’, Jamie, what did you just ask me?” She repeated, turning onto her hands and knees as she crawled slowly up towards him, her mock-Scottish accent blending in with her slight Oxfordshire one as she tried to coax the words from him once more.

“I asked ye, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, in a rather unforeseen way…will you marry me?”

“YES!” Claire cried out, flinging herself to her feet and throwing herself into his arms.

Jamie let out a quiet ‘oof’ as she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her nose against his chest.

“Yes?” He whispered as he leant down and nuzzled the top of her head affectionately.

“Did you think I’d say something different?” She mocked, leaning her head backwards as she brought her lips to the base of his throat and kissed him softly on the exposed skin there.

“Nay, of course not. I just…after I left ye in the airport -before-,” he inhaled, one deep breath that made his chest rise and fall.

Claire waited for him to gather his bearings. She could feel his heart beating solidly against her and she counted the beats as her own began to thrum in time. She couldn’t yet feel anything concrete from the baby growing within her, but on the odd occasion she could feel slight movement. It always happened so quickly that she almost believed she’d wish it- but now, with Jamie wrapped around her, the bairn seemed to want to make itself known. Butterflies twisted and turned in her belly, a powerful beat that seemed to reverberate through her as if joining with her own rhythm. The feeling was intoxicating.

“I dreamed that one day we might have this, Claire,” Jamie finally continued, unaware of Claire’s newfound discovery. “But I didna think it anymore than a wee pipe dream…”

Stepping back a little, Claire stopped Jamie mid flow. Taking his hand, she adjusted it over her tummy, pulling her thin t-shirt over her head and throwing it to the ground so that he could touch her -skin on skin.

“Can you feel him -or her?” Jamie whispered, his eyes going wide.

“Mhmm…” Claire mumbled, bringing herself back closer to Jamie as she bent up on her tiptoes to take his lips against his. “I know you might not be able to…yet. But I can’t wait for the day you can. But I think, maybe, she or he knows you’re here. I couldn’t feel it like this before, but as you were talking, I swear he moved.”

“Do you think…?”

“Yes,” Claire sighed against his mouth, tugging at the bottom of his jumper suggestively. “They always say they can hear us, I believe it now.”

“God, I love you,” Jamie returned, pulling his jumper and his t-shirt off at the same time as Claire did the same.

Every day she looked different these days, the babe growing quickly beneath her skin. It was only slight, but he liked to take in as much as he could.

Slipping her fingers along the bottom of her bra, Claire tugged at the tight fabric, her head tilted coquettishly forward as she viewed Jamie from beneath her lashes. Her ribs ached with wanting him and with the hormones racing through her body, she wasn’t prepared to be denied now. Steadily, her eyes never losing focus on Jamie, she unclipped the clasp of her bra and allowed the flimsy fabric to fall into the grass. Taking his hand, she brought it up to rest over her newly exposed breast.

“Christ, sassenach,” Jamie gasped, his thumb massaging her pert skin gently as his brain to mouth function slowly deteriorated. “Here? Are ye sure…?”

“I want you, Jamie. Here and now. Do you want me?”

Struggling to contain his nervous laughter, Jamie leaned forwards to run his nose along the length of hers. He closed his eyes in an attempt to control his baser urges although he could see that she’d abandoned her own. “I always wanted ye, Claire. From the moment I met you.”

“Then don’t make me wait, Jamie. Please.”

Unable to resist any longer, Claire reached forwards and drew her hand down the length of Jamie’s closed flies, only undoing them when she was certain he was ready for her to do so. Reaching beneath the waistband of his trousers and his boxers, Claire bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from groaning too loudly as her palm came into contact with the evidence of Jamie’s arousal.

“Jesus, Jamie,” she whispered against him, “I’ve missed you…”

Mimicking her actions, Jamie began to relieve Claire of her own trousers as they finished undressing one another.

The sun peaked in the sky as Claire pulled Jamie into the soft grass. Pushing him onto his back, she straddled his thighs, her legs sitting snuggly either side of his as she hovered over him. Jamie’s longish curls splayed across the dry ground as his hands finally came to rest on Claire’s waist as he held her tightly. Her skin was so taut around her middle now, her hips widening ever so slightly to accommodate her tiny bundle.

“Sae beautiful, Claire,” Jamie said, his words almost inaudible. But in the calm quiet of the silent glen, Claire could hear every syllable.

Taking that as her cue she pressed herself downwards, taking every inch of him inside her as she gulped and breathed out a rather large sigh of pleasure. Only when he was buried comfortably (and fully) inside her did she allow herself to rock slowly against his abdomen.

Jamie thrust his head back further at the sensation, the feel of her muscles clenching around his hard skin knocked him for six and he squinted his eyes open to watch as Claire continued with her subtle movements.

“J-Jesus…fuck, Claire,” he moaned, his pupils dilating at the sight of her rising over him, the swell of her tummy only adding to her ethereal beauty.

“God, Jamie,” Claire sighed in return, lolling her head forward, draping her curls around Jamie’s head as she created a curtain around them. Secluded as they were neither anticipated being interrupted. “When?” She asked, her voice breathless and airy as she rose up over him and held herself there, precariously wobbling as her knees dug further into the dry mud. “When can we marry?”

“Soon,” Jamie replied, his fingers digging into her fragile flesh as goosebumps rose over his hypersensitive skin, “as soon as humanly possible.”

“G-good.” Pushing herself down once more, Claire made the agonising move to take Jamie fully inside her once more, watching with great satisfaction as he squeezed his eyes shut and let his mouth fall open.

He was close.

But so was she.

As her pregnancy had progressed she’d slowly become more and more libidinous. Here, lost in the wilds of Broch Tuarach with Jamie beneath her, she couldn’t help but feel incredibly fortunate.

Two more shallow thrusts and she could feel the familiar flush of arousal that signified the imminent end. Her thighs clenched, shuddering briskly as her breathing intensified. A deep, pulsating throb began to oscillate through the base of her stomach as her toes curled. Flopping over Jamie, Claire moulded her lips to his, her tongue seeking his in a desperate attempt at contact as her orgasm flowed through her, her entire body shaking with the pressure of it as it enveloped her.

Gripping her tightly, Jamie allowed her to fall, shifting her to the side and rolling on top of her as he continued to move over her, his world tearing as he came to her hard and fast. Sweat dripped down his brow as his arse clenched. His vision blurred as he joined her in oblivion, letting the darkness flow around him.

Panting, Jamie and Claire lay for some time, letting the cool afternoon breeze dry the sheen of sweat that had covered them head to toe during their amorous activities.

“We should probably get back soon,” Claire whispered, kissing Jamie’s collarbone as she brought herself around.

“Aye, soon.” Jamie reiterated, not making a move to actually get up. “Or…we could just stay here and hide.”

‘Ha…” Claire snorted, tickling the coarse hairs on Jamie’s legs with her toes as she leaned up on her elbow, holding her head aloft with her hand as she smiled down at him. “I think we might be found if we don’t make an appearance before dark. As much as I think we’re safe for the moment, I doubt they’d let us completely disappear.”

“Yer right, as always, sassenach.” Jamie sighed, pushing himself up so that he could kiss her softly. “We should probably tell them about our engagement as well.”

Claire’s smile dropped a little as her heart picked up pace once more, its steady beat increasing with worry. “Do you think they’ll let us?”

“Let us?” Jamie returned, his left eyebrow quirked sardonically, “you try and *stop* them. Mam is a tour-de-force when it comes to these things. She’ll be squealing and picking out patterns for yer dress afore you can say ‘wedding’.”

Claire laughed then, a joyful sound that echoed around them long after she’d regained her composure. “That bad, eh?”

“Aye, Claire. You don’t know what yer in for.”

Pulling her t-shirt from the ragged pile of their clothes, Claire let her fingers idle in the soft fabric for a second longer, half anticipating an encore of their intimacy.

Jamie, sensing her hesitation, ran his hand along Claire’s bare thigh, his fingers tickling her as he slid his warm fingers between her legs and massaged gently. “There’s no rush, ken?” He whispered, his delicate words flowing over her receptive flesh. HIs mouth found hers a second later as his nimble digits fluttered across her damp skin, eliciting deep sighs from her chest as she touched the tip of his tongue with hers before tracing the inside of his mouth. “No…rush…at all…”

Date night

Originally posted by deangifsdaily


Summary: you try going on a date lets just say Jensen doesn’t really want to see that happen.


To do list, one learn lines for tomorrows episode, two finish filming today’s episode, three do your homework, four find a nice outfits for your date tonight, and five sneak out of set without anyone realizing your gone, and make sure Jensen, Jared and Misha don’t know your going on a date.

That is not that much to do, the only hard part is the whole date part. Being on a tv show since you were a toddler and you’re now in your teens doesn’t give you a whole lot of dating options. Also the fact that you have three huge big brothers that wouldn’t let any boy look at you alone let you go on a date with. So yeah you were a little nervous, this was your first date ever. Last week the guy you had had a crush on for months had asked you on a date. For the first time you wouldn’t be alone on Valentine’s day.

The only problem was Jensen, you played Dean’s daughter and Jensen in real life was just as protective of you as Deans was of your character. So there was no doubt in your mind that Jensen would not agree to you going on a date with some boy. But he wasn’t some boy he was the nicest person in your grade, he was always nice to teachers, he said hi to you in the hallways each day, he helped with your math homework. And he had the most amazing eyes. So when he asked you out you were pretty excited. The only hard part was containing your excitement for so long around the boys without them asking what was going on. So you tried your best to keep it in.

This day will never end, you thought as you walked back to your trailer after a long day of filming. Jensen and Misha had been horrid today, constantly messing up takes, and laughing around. You were praying to what ever god was out there that you didn’t miss your date. They had decided they had had enough of Jensen and Misha that they would pick up filming tomorrow. The nerves were picking up as you headed to your trailer, god you hope this date went well.

Looking at yourself in your mirror you nodded. You looked pretty good, you gave yourself one more twirl grabbed your stuff and headed out.

“oh look who’s all dressed up.” Misha came around the corner smirking, “why would you be all dressed up just to go home, huh?”

“Misha if you say anything, and i mean anything to anybody, i will end you.” you checked the time you were supposed to be meeting him in ten minutes and you hadn’t even left yet. “Look i know what this looks like” gesturing to yourself, “but i will tell you everything that happens as soon as i get back, just don’t tell Jensen.”

Misha smiled “fine, fine i won’t tell Jensen” he said sighing, his shoulders drooping, you let out a breath and turned around to leave.

“won’t tell Jensen what?” you stopped in your tracks, maybe if you pretended like you didn’t hear him and keep walking you wouldn’t have to turn around and face him.

“y/n where you going, you look a little dressed up. Are you wearing makeup!”

Turning around on your toes, you looked up at Jensen, “if you have to know yes, yes i am wearing makeup, i got bored so i thought i would have fun. And me and Misha were just talking about how much we thought, how much we thought,” you waved at Misha to try to get him to help.

“how much we thought you needed to work on your lines.” you glared at Misha “yup, yup that’s what we were talking about. one hundred percent.”

“You have a date don’t you.”

“yeah.”

“Wrong answer, you don’t have a date. You are way to young to date,” you interrupted him “i’m seventeen.”

“not aloud to date till you’re thirty, also why would you want to go on a date, when you could hang out here with us and watch movies.”

“well for one Jensen i have been looking forward to this for a long time and second why would i want to hand out with a bunch of thirty year old men when i can hang out with my crush, third i’m not your kid so you can’t tell me what to do.” you turned to look at Misha, “ and stop agreeing with him, you were on my side.” Misha put his hand in the air and walked away. “Jensen i really, really, really want to go on this date, and currently i’m almost five minutes late. So please just let me go, i promise if anything happens…”

Jensen interrupted “fine, don’t let me stop you from being a teen, just no sex no kissing no hand holding no touching. Remember to always leave room for jesus, if he does anything wrong or even looks at you wrong i will cut off his”

“Okay! I get it we’re good here i can go.” Jensen hugged you, “yes, you can go. Just promise me you’ll be careful i worry about you, especially with teen boys.” he kissed your forehead and let you go.

“Thanks Jensen i promise i’ll be fine. Plus i know if anything does go wrong i know a guy that has promised to cut off his junk.” you turned waved and ran off to your car.

“atta girl.” turning around he starts to walk away. He stops turns around and runs to his car to follow, there is no way he’s letting you go on a date without him as a chaperon.

yo just as an authors note if anyone wants to give criticism tell me what i can work on that would be much appreciated. or if you just want to talk, come talk to me i am bored

When I Was Your Man – Theo Raeken Imagine

Requested by Anon: I don’t know if you’re taking song requests, and it’s totally okay if you don’t. But if you do could you do an imagine based on “when i was your man” by bruno mars, where theo is the reader ex-boyfriend and now she’s in a new relationship with brett? basically the concept of the song.

Warning: Sad Theo and dealing with heartbreak

Word Count: 1,522

Author’s Note: Feed back is always appreciated :)

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Originally posted by training-wolves

Theo stopped in his tracks the second an old familiar sound reached his ears with his werewolf hearing. It was a sweet and playful giggle. It was Y/N. He’d recognize that giggle anywhere as he heard it a thousand times before. He turned the corner and saw her with someone else. She had her arms around his neck as the guy’s hands rested firmly on her waist. He was playfully kissing and biting her neck, hence her giggling. She looked genuinely happy and that brought a huge wave of pain and guilt over Theo. 

“I got you something,” Theo overheard as the guy pulled away from her.

“Brett, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled widely at the boy in front of her.

“But I saw it and I knew you had to have it.” He pulled out a small bag and gave it to her. Theo watched her slowly untie the ribbon and open the bag. She carefully grabbed what was inside. The second her eyes landed on the necklace with a werewolf charm, she gasped. “Do you like it?” He asked her.

“Brett…” she said completely surprised by his thoughtful gift. “I love it.”

He brushed her hair to the side and grabbed the necklace. “I know we’ve only been together for three months, and I hope this doesn’t scare you,” Theo’s heart stopped beating as he realized this guy was about to tell her he loves her. 

“But you’re my anchor,” Brett continued. Theo relaxed a bit, but it didn’t ease the heartache he had in his chest. Telling a girl you’re his anchor is just another way of saying I love you. It was just a matter of time before Brett would actually say it to Y/N.

After Brett clasped the necklace on, Y/N looked down and smiled at the silver werewolf resting on her chest. She looked up at Brett with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Theo sighed in defeat. He knew he messed up. His relationship with Y/N was long gone. There was no way to fix it, but he knew he had to apologize. He wasn’t ready to let her go and move on, but she already had. He wasn’t one to stop her from being happy when she deserved everything the world had to offer. The only problem was he had to let her go otherwise he’d be miserable for the rest of his life.

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