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Every Other Weekend pt. 8

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,538

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. i am sooo sorry it has taken me so long to get this up but thanks for hanging in there! hope the wait was worth it.

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Part 7


Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

(let’s pretend his hair is as long as it is in the fic. the gif just fits too perfectly.)

“Dad, no!” Gavin latched himself onto Bucky’s leg, crying. It was what you wished you could have done. But it would have been frowned upon. At least if it was your son acting out, it was acceptable.

“I have to go.” Bucky fought Gavin on his leg, handing you the bag you’d given him the week before. “You get to go home with your mom.”

“But I want you.” Gavin continued to cry, his tears wetting Bucky’s jeans. You felt helpless. You wanted to scoop up your son and protect him. You had wanted to since all of this started. It wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t know. All he knew was his dad picked him up, they spent a week together and then he dropped him back off to you. That was one of the hardest things. You were unable to tell your son why his dad wasn’t home, why he left.

“Come on baby. Dad’s gotta go.” You frowned, holding Avery with one arm and bending down to help Gavin. Gavin cried harder, grasping at the folds in Bucky’s jeans.

“I’ll see you next week.” Bucky nodded, seemingly unfazed by Gavin’s cries.

You fought a scoff. “Yeah. See you then.” You sighed, picking Gavin up and walking to the car. Bucky didn’t stick around any longer than he had to. You blocked Gavin’s view of his father driving out of the parking lot.

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Drinking Disaster-Calum Hood

A/n: Hi guys! I just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving. I know the topic of this imagine is a bit touchy and may be hard for some readers. But as someone who has experienced something similar to this, it makes me feel better if I write about it.

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fighting.

Summary: (Y/n) goes to a party with the guys. It was supposed to be a fun night for all involved, but when a guy can’t keep his hands off of (y/n) her best friend Calum comes to save the day. 

Originally posted by jiminvy

As we pulled up to the party my senses were instantly filled with the smell of beer and the loud thumping of music. I’m not usually one for parties, but the guys were going with me, so I knew I’d have a good time. Looking out the window, I see tons of people already. Most of the females I see are wearing short, tight dresses, instantly making me feel self-conscious. It’s not that I’m not confident with my looks, I just felt a bit out of place because I’m wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

“Hey Mikey, you gunna be my wing-man tonight” Ashton questions.

“Sorry Ash, but you’re on your own. You aren’t the only one trying to talk to girls” Mikey jokes. I look over to Calum who just rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics. Thankfully Calum and I are very similar, and aren’t too big on parties so I know he will stay by me most of the night.

As we got out of the car, I could tell Mikey already found a girl he wanted to talk to. We all laugh as we watch him try to be cool while walking over to a girl only to slightly stumble.

“Come on guys let’s leave Mikey alone” I warned. “Hey Cal wanna go get some drinks?”

“Yeah sure, Luke or Ash, you guys want anything?”

“Nah man, I’m good” Luke responds.

“Same, I’m good” Ashton chimed in.

Cal and I walked into the house to find where the drinks were being served. On our way we would stop to say hi to some people I barely knew, so I typically just let Calum do all the talking. This is how my life was, always being side by side with Calum, my best friend. However, I didn’t want him to just be my best friend, I wanted more, but I could never tell him.

I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation Calum was having now and I just wanted to find a drink. I look around and finally see the area where drinks are being served and I excuse myself from Calum and the people he was talking to.

As I sift through the large cooler I finally decide on just having a water. I’m not usually too big on drinking anyways, especially because I feel like I always need to babysit the boys once they’ve had a few too many.

“Hey there, what’s a gorgeous thing like you doing alone at a party” a man asks me.

“Well I came with friends, I just left them so I could get a drink” I say making small talk.

“Man, if I came with you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight” he says flirtatiously. “The name’s Troy, and yours?”

“I’m (Y/n)” I say with a smile as I shake his hand. I could tell Troy had already had a couple of drinks as some of his words were a bit slurred. But nonetheless he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind talking to him.

“So where are you from?” he asks. He takes a couple steps closer to me, probably so that he could hear me better over the extremely loud music.

“I currently live in LA, but I am originally from a small suburb of Chicago. Yourself?”

Before he answers me, Troy digs through the cooler and pulls out two of the cheapest beers he can find. He goes to offer me one, but I politely turn it down causing him to shrug. Instead of just putting it back in the cooler he sets it next to me as he opens his bottle.

“I’m from San Francisco, but I’m staying in LA for the weekend.” As he talks he continues to move closer to me, leaving little space between us. However, since Calum isn’t around, I suppose flirting a little bit wouldn’t hurt. I mean I don’t even know if Calum likes me anyways, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I go to take a drink of my water, only to realize I have already finished it off. I give off a small huff as I decide to say screw it, one beer won’t hurt. I go and grab the bottle of beer and pop the cap off to take a drink. Troy smiles in victory when he sees that I take a drink.

“So do you have a boyfriend” he asks smoothly.

“No, no boyfriend. I’m completely and epically single” I joke.

“Thank god” he sighs. “Usually the hot ones are always taken and I don’t find out that they have a boyfriend until I’ve already talked to them for a while. Although, I mean, if they are up for it, then I don’t mind.” The boy begins laughing as if he has told the funniest joke on earth as I just stand their awkwardly. Alright, maybe he isn’t as great as he first seemed.

“Well I should go find my friends, they’re probably wondering where I’ve been” I say quickly.

“Wait now” he says as he grabs my arm. I stop in place the moment I feel his touch. An uneasy feeling flows through my stomach as the grip on my arm tightens. “Now why would you leave when we are having such a good time” he asks harshly.

“Sorry Troy. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

His hand releases my arm and instead he moves his arm so that it snakes around my waist. A soft smile lands on his lips as I do nothing to push him away.

“Why don’t we go up-stairs” he asks. Before I even have a chance to say anything I feel him guiding him towards the stairway. I look through the crowds of people hoping to find Calum or any of the boys, but have no luck. With every step up I take, I feel my body shaking in worry. Troy walks me into an empty room and closes the door.

Without having a chance to move, Troy roughly presses his lips to my neck. I stand there frozen with little idea of what I should do. His hands begin roaming my body, to places I have never let anyone explore.

“I really should get going” I say lightly as I try to push past him. In response he roughly grabs my shoulders and pushes me back so that I cannot go through the door. Tears begin welling up in my eyes as I know damn well Troy is much stronger than me. Once again, his lips find my neck and his hands reach the hem of my t-shirt.

“Please don’t do this” I mumble.

Tears begin flowing down my face as I feel him placing his hands under my shirt. All of my mobility has been officially shut off as I feel stuck to the ground. I pray that Calum or one of the guys would come and find me before Troy can do anything further. But instead I feel a rough shove, as Troy gets my body to the bed.

The blankets felt scratchy to my skin, but it was nothing compared to his hard touches. His hands now found the band of my pants as he fumbles trying to unbutton them. After struggling for a few moments, he finally is able to pull my pants down to my knees. He plays with the band of my underwear and all I can do is lay there.

“Please.” I’m sure it was inaudible for him, but it was all that would come out of my mouth. As I lay there, my consciousness begins to fade, as I just want this moment to go away. However, I’m brought back to reality when I heard a loud yell and a hard smack.

“Get the fuck off of her, and don’t you ever fucking touch her again.” I easily recognized the voice. Calum.

The room grew loud with yells coming from Troy as Calum continuously connected his fists with my attacker’s face. It took me a second to regain myself, but once I was finally able to move I tried pulling Calum off from Troy’s limp body.

“Calum, please stop. Let’s just go” I yell through tears and his loud grunts while he lands a few more punches in. I grab his face in my hands and look him in the eyes “Calum please.” Once he sees the fear in my eyes he gets up from the ground and wraps his arm protectively around me. We didn’t bother finding the other guys before leaving and decided to just walk back to my apartment because it was the closest to the party.

Once we got to my place, I gently guide Calum over to the couch while I go to grab a cloth to wash the blood off from his hands. His eyes are red and puffy from him violently crying, matching that of my face. The room is silent as I clean off his knuckles, which causes him to wince every now and then from pain. Once he was all cleaned up we sat there for what felt like forever.

“Thank you” I say ever so softly.

“I’m so sorry” is how he responds.

“Cal, it’s not your fault. But thank you for getting to me before he could do anything else. You are my hero.” I gave off a weak smile, but his face stayed blank.

“I should have never let you wander off alone. God (y/n) if anything ever happened to you I could never forgive myself. I’m just so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” While he speaks, tears begin streaming down his face. I hate seeing him in pain, for something that is clearly not his fault and so I take my thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

“Cal, please, it’s alright. I’m alright, and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you.” It was soft but I still heard him say it.

“I love you too Calum.”

“I’m in love with you” he clarifies. I feel my heart skip a beat as this is what I have been waiting for my whole life. “You are my whole world, and I don’t know what I would do without you. That’s why I can’t forgive myself. It’s not just that I didn’t get to you sooner, but because I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

Before Calum can say anything else I gently place my lips to his to show him that I feel the same. He was my best friend, someone I have loved for a long time, but I never got to show him just how much I loved him until now.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I love you” I say with a smile. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and softly smiles for the first time since the disaster that occurred earlier. Although I was still greatly upset from the previous events that occurred. I was safe and it was all because of Calum.


Saved - Sam Winchester


Summary ;; part II of damaged. you promised sam that you would fix this. you stick to your promises.

Warnings ;; serious angst

Words ;; 1.9k

Published ;; 5th april, ‘17


Stay safe + ily🌛

If you weren’t filled with complete and utter fear and panic for what you were about to do, you would’ve snapped at the same ignorant nurse who did exactly the same as she did the last time you were escorted to Sam’s room at the end of the bland corridor.

You muttered your thanks to said nurse as she unlocked your boyfriend’s metal door with one of the many keys on her chain before slamming it open mercilessly. She rolled her eyes when she thought you weren’t looking, again, before making her way out the room with a huff. You would’ve made a snide remark about her attitude but when you entered the room, the realisation of what you were planning on doing made you go utterly silent.

Gulping away your nerves the best you could, you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down. “Hey, Sammy,” A smile graced your lips when he turned to face you, his eyes gleaming at the sound of your soft voice. This time, he didn’t seem so adamant that you were a hallucination as a grin lit up his face at the sight of you.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out softly, relief rushing through his veins as he glanced over at you, immediately feeling better than before when in the presence of you.

You sat down on the squeaky bed and a quiet sigh escaping past your parted lips. “How are you?”

He stood up from the desk chair that he was previously perched on and joined you on his temporary bed. His tired and irritated eyes blinking slowly as he nodded, “Oh, uh, good. Yeah, good.” He stumbled over his words and you smiled sadly over at him, knowing without words that he wasn’t good. He seemed even more worn out and distressed than the other day when you last visited.

You gently took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with yours as you let out a shaky breath of air. Sam looked at you with worried eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concern for you, the person he loves more than anything. “What’s going on, (Y/N)?”

You let out a quiet cough at his question, your eyes tearing up at the thought of doing what you and Cas had talked about. “I-um, I-I found a way to fix this.” You looked up at him and gave him the best smile that you could muster but when your bottom lip quivered slightly, you had to look away, encasing your lip in between your teeth and wiping at your (y/e/c) eyes to try and conceal your emotions.

“Really?!” His green orbs lit up with hope and you let out a sad laugh, but a wholehearted grin appeared on your lips at seeing Sam happy for the first time in too long. Sniffling quietly, your smile dissipating gradually before you cleared throat to begin your explanation but, when your breath hitched and you had to look away once more, he knew something was very wrong.

“What is it? Isn’t this good?” He questioned, bringing his other hand up to brush away one of the tears that fell from your waterline and slowly made its way down your rosy cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, it is.” You agreed with a mumble, your voice low and insecure as you let out yet another sigh accompanied by a timid shrug of your shoulders. “I’m just scared,” The crack in your voice was obvious. “But, I’m going to do it because- because I love you. And I hate seeing you like this. The world needs you, Sam. Dean needs you. Cas needs you.”

“(Y/N), what do you mean? What have you done? What’s going on?” Sam hesitantly let go of your hand before wrapping his arms around your body. You rested your head on his chest as his hand ran up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you.

The familiar sound of Cas’ wings rang through your ears and you couldn’t stop the sob that wracked through your body when his low voice called out, “Are you ready, (Y/N)?”

Sam’s arms tightened around you considerably as he gently rested his chin on the top of your head, his protective side showing instantly. “What’s going on, Cas?”

“(Y/N) has decided that she wants me to shift your visions onto her. She’ll be the one getting hallucinations of Lucifer. The consequences of this, are very dangerous. Shifting so many visions that are already developed onto her, well, she might not make it. It might send her into a comatose state but we’re unsure whether or not that will happen. She wants to do this, Sam, she wants to do it for you.” Cas explained, his eyes full of remorse. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you were definite that you wanted to do this to save Sam and so, he decided to be supportive.

You rose your head off of his chest slowly but his strong arms kept you close to him, nevertheless. You saw his jaw clench, his dark strands of hair falling in his face as he shook his head adamantly, “(Y/N), no. No way.” His words were firm unwavering.

“I have to. I promised you that I would fix this and this is the only way.” It was true, you had spent days upon days doing research to try and help him, you had visited a bunch of people who you prayed could help - only for them to come up empty handed for your problem, you had even made an attempt to make a deal to save him but no demon would negotiate with you. In the end, you only had one option left. Transferring the visions onto someone else.

You easily decided that no one deserved what Sam was going through and so, you chose the victim of the vision transfusion to be yourself.

“Forget the promise!” He snapped at you rapidly, his voice emphatic and loud before he took in a deep breath, composing himself for the sake of you. “Look, I don’t care about the promise. It’s not happening.” He told you, much softer.

You paused for a while, your eyes boring into his before you came to the conclusion that if you continued to gaze into his puppy eyes, you would do as he says and throw away your plan. You shook your head, looking away from Sam and letting out a quick but tough and prevailing, “Cas, do it.” You jumped up from the bed, making your way to your friend with a determined look etched onto your features.

“Cas, no.” Sam followed suit and swiftly grabbed your hand in his before tugging you away from Cas and back to him. “(Y/N), please. I can’t lose you.” His words were quiet and he looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out slightly, heavyhearted.

“And I can’t lose you, Sam. That’s why I’m doing this.” You explained softly as you stepped closer to him when he processed your argumentative words, he knew you wouldn’t let up and so he let out a huff of air, clearly irked by your decision and the fact that he couldn’t change your mind.


“Cas!” You cut him off abruptly. You had made up your mind; there was no going back.

With one flick of Cas’ hand, Sam hit the wall on the opposite side of the room with a grunt, his eyes squeezed shut as he consistently struggled to escape out of Cas’ magical grip. You watched painfully, tears taking their trek down your cheeks as the angel stalked closer to Sam’s body, firmly placing his palm onto his forehead.

You stood numbly as your eyes followed the ribbon of black that ran through Cas’ veins as he gritted his teeth and clenched his free fist to temporarily conceal the nightmares within himself. Sam instantly started to look healthier and more aware of what’s going on around him, his sickly pale skin noticeably going back to its normal, glowing colour right before your eyes.

Cas let out a groan in pain, holding his head in his hands and that’s when you knew, you only had a few seconds left. Your legs carried you towards your boyfriend who continued to struggle against Cas’ magic up against the bleak wall; you gently took his face between your dainty hands, sniffling lightly as the unstoppable tears streamed down your face, the teardrops hitting the floor with a quiet ’tap’ as they reach and fall from your chin.

“I love you, Sam. Always,” You let out a whisper, looking up at his wide eyes that were filled with the unmistakable feelings of pure panic and fear through your wet lashes. You unhesitantly pressed your lips to his softly, your fingers running through his hair, for what you remind yourself to be, probably the last time ever, before pulling away gradually and taking a few painful steps away from him.

Cas’ shaky hand reaches up and does the same to you as he did Sam, his palm rested steadily on your forehead. You made an attempt to prepare yourself for the damaging pain but before you could let out a sigh shakily, the visions worm their way into your head and hit you, almost as if someone had actually hit you.

You stumbled back as an immense pain made its way into your head, you couldn’t conceal the gasping cry that escaped through your gritted teeth and clenched jaw, your eyes squeezed shut in pure agony. Tormented screams erupt in your head and quick, bright visions of hell flashed before your eyes.

But, before you could react to the horrors, your eyesight cleared up and reality smacked you in the face. The blinding lights seep in through your squinted eyes and you felt your knees bucking from underneath you. Your eyes catching a blurred glimpse of Lucifer standing in the doorway on your way down, his ankle was crossed over the other as his body leant against the wall, his arms folded and a taunting smirk written on his lips.

Sam managed to catch you in his arms before you hit the cold ground and pulls your limp body close to his chest once again. His breath coming out in ragged gasps and his voice frantic but sounds so far away as your head throbs profusely, “I’ll find a way to save you, (Y/N).” He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before flashing stars make their way into your eyesight. “I promise. I love you.”

“The things you humans do for love,” Lucifer sighs sarcastically, his body towering over yours with a sardonic smile plastered on his features. “Welcome to hell, (Y/N). We’re going to have so much fun.” His jeering laugh echoing through your head was the last thing you heard before the desolate darkness overtook you, dragging you down excruciatingly slowly.

And then, nothing.



Chris Evans Imagine

Originally posted by dailychrisevans

You and Chris decided to stay in for the night. Most of the time you and him would try and go on a Friday night but not this time. He suggested that you two watch some new movies you both hadn’t watch so that’s exactly what you did.You started the evening with an action movie and as the night came to an end finished it with a rom-com. 

As the movie was close to the end, you head your head in his lap and your eye lids were starting to feel heavy, it also could be because Chris was playing with your hair and that always helped you fall asleep.  

“Is someone about to fall asleep?” Chris said as you eyes were closed again longer then before. 

“No” he laughed knowing you were lying. 

“We can finish this movie some other time”he said still playing with your hair. 

“No, we won’t have the time. There’s only few more minutes felt” Chris chuckled a bit and turned back his attention to the movie. You managed to keep yourself up till the movie ended, but you weren’t a fan of one thing in the movie. 

“That was stupid” you said stretching out still in his lap. 

“The movie?” he asked watching you stretch like a cat. 

“No that one part. Were the guy acted as if it was an accident that they met. He set it all up.” Chris laughed, then gave you a look when you sat up. “What?”

“It worked on you.” Chris smirked remembering the day you and him met. 

“What are you talking about?” cleaning up the living room you asked him, as Chris kept his little smirk on his face. 

“Don’t you remember? I asked Seb to set up our meeting, and I acted as if it was accident when in reality I just really wanted too see you again” he walked after you with a proud walk. Chris was happy of his plan. 

“That’s what you think” you said now giving him a smirk. “Who says I wasn’t the one who set it all up?” Chris laughed coming closer to you and wrapping you in his hands.

“Babe, I love you but you aren’t as clever as me in the romance department” you smacked him on the arm but still agreed to what he said. Chris has always been the one to make amazing surprises for you and no matter how much you try you can never top him, but it doesn’t stop you for trying your best. 

“Rude, but true” you placed your hands on his chest and felt his heart beating

“But it all doesn’t matter, because I still got the girl of my dreams” Chris leaned closer to kiss you but right before he whispered against your lips “But I set it all up” and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss, it didn’t matter who set what up what matter is you had found each other. 

Tiny Black Dress

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Request: Hi! I love your writingIf you have the time, could I please request a soulless!sam x Reader? Maybe like where he leaves Hickies on the readers neck when he’s had a rough day and needs reassuring, or if he gets jealous or to distract her/get her attention. Thank you xx. (You can also do regular sam if you prefer)

Warnings: Language, Soulless!Sam (yes that needs to be a warning), some sexual foreplay (wording guys it’s a beautiful thing).

Word Count: 1004

A/N: Well I feel like this is awkward. Soulless!Sam isn’t really my forte but I tried. Hope you like it and feedback is always welcome.

Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

Tugging your skirt down, you shifted uncomfortably. You hated wearing dresses, especially for a job. But in this case, it was absolutely necessary. You honestly couldn’t image walking in public in this thing. It was completely backless and the skirt barely covered your ass. Cringing you stepped out of the bathroom. You were instantly greeted by a wolf whistled from Dean.

“Sammy’s either gonna love that or really hate it. Either way he’s a lucky guy.” Dean gave you a wink.

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Making you Laugh

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 2 325
Reader has to ‘babysit’ Kai all day so he doesn’t do something stupid and Kai spends the entire day trying to get Reader to laugh… 

*not my gif

Caroline had called Y/N into the Salvatore Boarding House early this morning saying it’s an ‘emergency’.
When Y/N arrived there and walked inside , she nearly tried to turn back and walk away.
“What is he doing here?” she asked as her eyes fell on Kai who was innocently sitting on the couch playing with some figurine in his hands. He turned towards her and waved.
“Caroline … what …” she started to say as Caroline pulled her away to the side.
“We need you to watch with him today.” Caroline said , Y/N’s eyes widening.
“What ? No! Have you lost your mind ? I am not -”
“Yes you are.” Caroline interrupted her. “Look , Damon and I have to go pick up some things for Jo’s wedding… and someone has to watch him so he doesn’t go killing some innocent person just cuz they pissed him off.”
“You want me  to ‘babysit’ him ?” Y/N asked incredulous in a hushed voice glancing at Kai who was innocently sitting on the sofa looking around and touching things , annoying Damon. “No.” she shook her head pushing her way past Caroline , but Caroline blocked her way. Y/N sighed in frustration. “Why me ?”
“Because he likes you.” Caroline said.
“No,  he doesn’t. He doesn’t like anyone and you know that.” Y/N snapped back.
“No , no…  I think he does … or at least doesn’t hate you as much as the rest of us.” Caroline said rubbing Y/N’s shoulder. “It will be fine. We won’t be long.”
Y/N sighed. “There is no way to talk you out of this ridiculous idea is it ?”
“Nope.” said Damon dragging Caroline behind him. “Let’s go blondie.”

* * *

Y/N shut the door after Caroline and Damon left but when she turned around found Kai standing a step away from her. She jumped back a little.
“Hi.” he said grinning.
“Jeez, Kai … Don’t do that.” Y/N said , pushing her way past him. Kai followed her , a few steps behind her.
“Come on Y/N. There is no reason today can’t be fun.” he said brushing his hand against her waist.
Y/N stopped and turned around so abruplty , Kai nearly bumped into tackling them both over to the ground. She put her hands on his chest pushing him away.
“Look , Kai. I don’t like you , but for some reason my friends have decided that you need a babysitter and that I am the person for the job…” she said trying to sound calm but they’ve been alone in the house for less than 5 minutes and Kai was already starting to get on her nerves.  "So here is how today will go - I’ll go get a nice book from the shelf and sit on the sofa to read… and you will sit quiet , not doing stupid things.“
“Ouuchh..” Kai said mockingly. “You know there are about a dozen other things we can do … Play chess or do shots or -”
“Kai … ” she interrupted him. “If I promise to do one thing you want later ,  would you just please let me read my book?” There was no way to shut him up and Y/N surprised herself saying that.
Kai grinned. “Deal.”
Y/N sighed , taking her book from one of the shelf , tossing herself onto the sofa , Kai sitting on the other side. She opened the book and started to read.
A few minutes passed , Y/N kept glancing at Kai to make sure he hadn’t quietly left the room or something. He was starring at her. Y/N tried to ignore him but every time she glanced at him , he was still starring at her. She flipped the next page and tried to concentrate on the book.  Just when she thought that maybe he’d listen and actually stay quiet … “You are so boring.” Kai said breaking the silence. Y/N glanced at him again and found him more near the fireplace playing with some vase.“I see why they left you to ‘babysit’ me. They probably think you can bore me to death.”
“Ha.Ha. Funny.” she said scastically. “Would you put that down please? Damon would kill me if he comes home and finds out something has happened to his things….”
“No , he won’t. They all like you , even tho you are a human which still doesn’t explain why they decided to leave you with me today…” he thought about it for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. “I could gut you and no one would even hear your screams.”
“Kai ..” Y/N said taking a deep breath. “I thought you promised to keep quiet while I read… ”
He made a gesture as if to zip his lips and sat back on the sofa. Y/N returned her attention to the book , but 5 minutes later when she glanced up Kai wasn’t there.
What the …  she thought. Y/N shoot up confused looking around the room and then suddenly saw him slowly popping up from behind the sofa , only his eyes showing at first. He was grinning , she was sure of it. Kai glanced at her and winked before dissapearing again.
“What are you doing ?” she asked.
“Trying to get you to laugh. Isn’t it obvious? You are too serious for your own good.” he said.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I am not 'too serious for my own good’…” she said , a crinkle showing on her face.
“Yes , you are. ” he said , his gaze drifting to something behind her. “I will make you laugh.” Kai said , determination in his voice.
Y/N locked eyes with him for a moment. “Good luck with that.” she said getting up and walking over to one of the small tables. “You wanna play games ? Lets play games..” she said waving a chess board in the air. Kai grinned.
“Finally , something fun !” he said. “If I had to watch you read that book for 5 more minutes , I might’ve had to toss myself off the Wickery Bridge.”
Y/N rolled her eyes.
They sat on the floor , Y/N ordering the chess pieces and Kai helping her. He kept glancing at her smiling.
“You will lose tho..” he said suddenly. “I just hope you won’t cry when you do , I hate it when people do that.”
Y/N scoffed. “Please.. I always win.” she said glancing at him. There was determination in Kai’s eyes… “Black or white?” she asked.
“Black. White ones always go first and I am a gentleman.” he said winking at her.
Y/N glanced at him , the corner of her mouth twitching for a second. In the end he was probably get his wish and make her laugh , as much as she didn’t want to admit it.

They played chess for a while. Y/N actually having fun watching Kai concentrating and trying to figure out what her next move is going to be. At first the game went well for her but soon after Kai figured out her strategy and now he was 2 moves away from beating her.
“Checkmate.” he announced , a grin on his face. “I win. You are not going to start crying now are you ?” he asked , a hint of amusement in his voice.
“No. You won fair and square. Congratulations.” she said getting up. “I’m going to the kitchen , do you want something?”
“I’ll come with you… Don’t want you hurting yourself and getting blamed for it later.”  he said.
“Oh-kay then.” Kai followed her to the kitchen and his eyes lit up.
“Yum , cupcakes !” he said grabbing a chocolate cupcake from the counted. “Love those !”
Y/N suppressed a smile. He was like a little kid , swishing his finger on the frosting on top licking his finger.
“Want some?” he asked after noticing Y/N was starring at him. She just shook her head and opened the fridge to get out some orange juice. It took her a moment to find it , she took it and closed the fridge but …  when she turned around something squishy smashed her in the face.
“Boop !” Kai said amused. Kai had smacked a cupcake on her face , frosting covering her nose. Y/N  locked gaze with him , pressing her lips in a thin line trying very hard not to laugh.
“Oh come on , that was funny !” he said disappointed , wiping some of the frosting from her face before reaching for some wipes and cleaning it all off her face.
Y/N stood there mesmerized by his eyes , forgetting for a moment she didn’t like him.  
“Y/N?” Kai’s voice snapped her back to reality. “Are you OK? I cleaned it all , I promise …”
“Yeah yeah , I’m fine.” she said , pouring herself a glass with orange juice.
Y/N didn’t want to admit it but she was starting to like him a little. He wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t going off killing people… then again all her friends were vampires who have done things just as awful.
Maybe I judged him too fast. she thought.
“You are not going to make this easy on me , are you?” he said suddenly serious.
“Nope.” she said “But you are going to pay for smashing that cupcake in my face…”
“Oh am I ? Can’t wait.” he said amused.
Y/N suppressed a smile. There she was planning to get back at him and Kai couldn’t wait.
“Wanna play another game of chess?” she asked suddenly. “I wan’t a rematch.”
“You are going to make me lose , is that it ?” he laughed. “You really are boring.” he said getting out of the kitchen.
Oh yes , I am very boring. she thought , a smirk on her face.
“You go ahead , I’ll be right back.”  she called out after him and ran upstairs to one of the many bedrooms , grabbing two pillows. When she got downstairs , Kai had already ordered the chess pieces and was sitting with his back to her. He hadn’t even heard her come in.
“What the -” he said suddenly ,  knocking over half the chess pieces on the chessboard. “What was that for ?” he asked , a spark of anger in his yes.
Y/N just smacked him with the pillow again , her lips pressed in a thin line.
“That ..” she said sitting on the floor next to him. “.. was for smashing that cupcake in my face.”
Y/N started ordering the chess pieces again when Kai hit her with the other pillow.
“If that was your payback …Why are there two pillows?” he asked with a little smirk. She didn’t answer , just looked at him as if daring him to try and hit her again.
Kai seemed to figure out he was about to get what he wanted and he hit her again , knocking her over. Y/N reached with her hand trying to grab the other pillow but there was nothing there. Kai had grabbed it and was hiding it behind his back.
“Ohhh…did you want that?” he said mockingly. “Come and get it.”
Y/N took a deep breath , her eyes still locked on his and launched for him but he kept the pillow out of her reach. He was enjoying himself so much , he got distracted for a second and she finally grabbed the pillow knocking him on the floor , feathers flying everywhere.
Kai eyes lit up. “Come on … you know you want to laugh.” he said seeing her trying hard to stop the smile that was trying to find a way to show on her face. The more she stared at him the harder it got. Kai left his pillow on the side , suddenly looking all distracted as if he was thinking about something and in the next moment he tackled Y/N on the ground tickling her.
“Laugh,  please laugh ! ” he said laughing and Y/N couldn’t contain herself anymore and started laughing uncontrollably. Kai laughing along with her.
“Finally !” he said tickling her stomach. She tried to push him off her but Kai was two steps ahead of her. “Oh , is someone ticklish?” he said grinning.
“No. I’m not.” she said laughing , nearly out of breath finally able to push him off of her. She got up straightened her shirt and fixed her hair , sort of. Y/N took a deep breath looking all serious. “I’m not ticklish…” she said turning around trying to get ouf the house to get some fresh air but Kai came after her chasing her.
“I’m gonna get you!” he said laughing.
Oh , God.  she thought and ran down the hallway making a few turns , Kai at her feet laughing , before she found her way back to the living room. She grabbed a pillow and hit him.
“Hahahah” she started laughing , Kai laughing along with her. “Got ya.”
Y/N had caught him by surprise and for a moment he got all serious, a startled expression on his face before he started laughing again.
“You are not as boring as I thought and you have a nice laugh , should laugh more often.” he said , his eyes glowing with happiness. Suddenly Kai tackled her over and started tickling her again. “But … I am not going to stop tickling you until you admit that you are  ticklish.”
Y/N had to admit it , Kai was fun and it was pretty nice spending time with him.
“Fine fine , I am ticklish.” she said laughing. “Could you maybe stop for a moment , I gotta catch my breath.”

  *   *   *  

The doors opened , Damon and Caroline walked in carrying a few bags and boxes , freezing on the spot with shocked faces.
Kai and Y/N were laughing uncontrollably , Kai on top of her tickling her. Feathers mixed with chess board pieces on the floor around them. They hadn’t even noticed someone had walked in.1
“What is going on here ? Why is the living room such a mess ?”
Y/N and Kai looked at Caroline and Damon , then at each other serious expressions on their faces and then burst out laughing.

NOTE : (to the anon who requested it) 
I’m sorry it took so long , not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you like it anyways :)


It occurred to me today that since a lot of the morale boosts on Chorus revolve around stories about the reds and the blues, then it stands to reason that one would develop and revolve around Wash and Tucker.

After all, there are soldiers who were there when Tucker screamed Wash’s name and refused to leave. There’s that medic who was there to hear Tucker’s voice falter on Wash’s name when he asked where the others were. And then there’s all those rumors about how driven Tucker is and how he’d do anything to get Wash back.

And not just that, either, because these soldiers have been raised on a steady diet of heroic stories about the BGC and Project Freelancer. They have the stuff they knew before they met them and all the stuff they learned after they showed up. They have Grif’s stories. They have Caboose’s stories.They’ve undoubtedly heard about how the blues took in the bitter and broken soldier with the tragic past and taught him how to trust again.

But what if they’ve heard the other stuff too? What if they heard Simmons talk about the way Wash put a gun to Carolina’s head when she threatened Tucker? What if they’ve heard Caboose talk about how they were always hanging out with each other? What if they heard Grif flippantly mention their really awkward couple’s arguments?

They might just get the wrong idea.

And why not? Let’s face it: it has all the makings of an epic love story: two lovers torn apart by war, frantically searching for a way to find their way back to each other. It’s bullshit, of course, but it gives the soldiers something to root for, so they build it up into something amazing. They build it up until it’s the love story of the ages. They build it up until it becomes this whole big thing, and when they rescue Wash and get to safety, everyone holds their breath for the big reunion…

And nothing happens. Not a thing. Tucker is relieved and ecstatic and so fucking happy, but he’s not throwing his arms around Wash, and Wash isn’t kissing him desperately, and everyone there feels absolutely CHEATED.

It’s all the rage of anyone who have read every book in a series or have seen every episode of a show and felt completely letdown by a stupid-ass ending that made no sense. It’s bullshit, and they’re not going to stand for it.

Thus starts the greatest matchmaking scheme anyone has ever seen.


Honestly I don’t really know what this is …it’s a drabble - kind of a mess but I thought I’d share anyways, maybe you’ll all still like it? hahah 😕

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     You fumbled with the books in your hands as you reached for the knob of the door to the empty classroom quickly opening it and placing your things on the nearest table as the door shut behind you. The sound coming from the busy halls became dim, filled with the silence in the room. 

You found your way to your favourite spot, just by the window, and plopped down in your seat. Although studying was not your favourite thing to do, you enjoyed moments like this where you could be alone in the quiet classroom - The sun, now beginning to set, but still shining brightly through the window and warming your cheeks. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, enjoying the comfort that the warmth and the silence brought you, feeling at peace for a moment. 

     That was until you heard the handle of the door turn and foot steps approached. Your eyes shot open and you marvelled at the sight before you - of all people it had to be HIM. You felt a tingle of adrenaline but quickly pushed it away. Immediately your gaze turned to daggers shooting at him for disrupting your peace. 

What is my princess doing at school so late?” his voice was deep and arrogant and you felt chills creep up your spine. 

He had to be the sleaziest boy you knew, a true rebel without a cause. You two were always throwing snarky remarks back and forth and you knew it was best to keep away from him - the less you interacted, the better, but for some reason you always felt compelled to see what he had in store. You feigned disinterest but really you were beyond intrigued. 

     Your gaze shot up as his tall figure loomed over you, now standing by the side of your desk, his hand in his pocket and his posture slouched. His dark clothing, hair, and gaze made your heart skip a beat but you shook yourself out of the daze. 

I’m not your princess” you replied sharply trying to calm your breathing. 

Your attention went back to your books, trying to distract yourself from his presence hoping he’d get the hint and just leave. Instead, he pulled a chair beside your desk so that he could straddle it. Resting his arms on the back of the chair he gazed at you intensely through his fringe. You tried your best to ignore him but you felt your cheeks growing warmer. In order to avoid the situation you opted to be as cold as possible. 

Don’t you have somewhere to be? like not here? Do you even study” you asked sarcastically. 

What? Can’t I spend some quality time with my favourite lady? Maybe I can help you destress a little” he smirked, reaching his hand for yours but you quickly pulled away and his hand landed on your desk instead. Your gaze met his and he shot you a wink causing your head to spin a little. 

uh no thanks” you scowled. 

What’s the problem baby girl?” he said, his tone snarky. You rolled your eyes pushing his hand away from your notes. 

Right now? That would be you.” you spoke between gritted teeth, trying your best not to show any emotion. You stood from your seat, ready to leave to get a drink of water so you could clear your head and regain some composure. 

Suddenly his hand was on your chest as he gently pushed you until you felt your back come against the wall and it felt as though time stopped around you. Your eyes grew wide as he stared deeply into them and you felt your heart beat flutter. His face came close to yours. 

Don’t hide it” you could feel his breath against your ear. “Don’t tell me that you feel nothing between us.” A smile began to form on his lips and you were quickly brought back to reality. 

     Your gaze shot down to his hand over your heart and you quickly smacked it away hoping you did so in time before he could feel how much he made your heart jump - still in denial that he had that effect on you. Your knees felt weak now unsure of what to do with yourself. 

 ’I-’ you began trying to find the words, an excuse, anything. 

He grabbed your wrists pulling you into him, your chests warm and tight against each other. It felt as though your hearts were beating in sync and fluttering together. You pulled away but he wouldn’t settle for the distance between you. He cupped his hands around your face pulling it towards him and planting a passionate kiss containing every emotion he had been holding back but now was trying to convey to your stubborn shield. You felt your composure shatter to pieces. 

That was it. 

That’s all it took for you to crumble beneath him. 

Connor McDavid #14

Requested by Anon:  Can you please do a connor mcdavid drabble based on the song “fall to pieces by avril? Happy ending plaese? Thank youu !

*I haven’t listened to this song in years, I totally forgot how much I loved it. Anyway, prepare for cutesy angsty whatever… this was heavy to write. I was very emotional. :)) Enjoy!*

Word count: 993

Originally posted by wonthetrade

“Do you regret me?”

It came out as a very soft whisper that if something else was making a noise in the room, he probably wouldn’t have heard it. You looked up to see Connor sitting in the corner all the way on the other side of your bedroom, head resting on his knees, arms embracing his legs, and his shoulders were shaking. Seeing him so devastated, so helpless, made you cry even more, your tears blurring your vision.

You sat on his side of the bad, wiping your wet cheeks with the back of your hand, “Con?” you bit your lower lip to stop the next batch of tears from falling.

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anonymous asked:

In all honestly, tumblr has the most fucked up concept of "morality" when it comes to fiction. You can't show anything bad, ever, even if you depict it as bad. The fact that these people are so terrified out getting out of their kawaii ugu twee world when it comes fiction, makes me question if they can handle reality. When most people write dark shit in fiction, it's to cope and grapple with these things, like war stories. We NEED these types stories to help them face things in life.

Dark fiction isn’t a new thing, and these idiots acting like it is just, makes me want to smack myself. 

Perhaps some people don’t even create this type of fiction to cope, but just because, ya know? Maybe people don’t need reasons to like something so harmless, yeah?

Jesus Christ, I mean, to each’s own, but acting as if you not liking something means it doesn’t deserve to exist basically means you support censorship, and it’s scary.

Going To Find A Dead Body Chris Chambers Imagine - Stand By Me

Requested By Anon -

You were sitting on your front porch thinking about nothing in particular when you heard yelling. “Babe! Babe!” You heard a familiar voice yell. You turned your head to the right and saw Chris, your boyfriend of 3 months, running to you. You smiled as you ran to him and he engulfed you into a hug. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “Guess what?” He excitedly asked. “You’re pregnant!” “Very fucking funny.” You chuckled as you grabbed his hand. “Then, what?” Chris smirked Oh no.. Even though you and Chris have been dating for a short amount of time, you know that whenever he does that fucking smirk something bad has to come out of it. “Wanna go on a fun adventure?” You raised your eyebrow. “What kind of a fun adventure?” “See for yourself!” He said as he yanked you by your arm and basically dragged you away from your house.


You and Chris have been walking for what seems forever but in reality, it was only 2 hours. “Chris, Babe, you know I love you but if we keep on walking, I will not bear your children.” You joked as another prickly branch smacked you right in the face. “You won’t need to bear my children, (Y/n).” Chris said as he shook off the mud that was hanging from his grey converse. You stepped around the muddy hole. “And why’s that?” Chris stopped walking and you bumped into his back. “ ‘Cause, after seeing this, you will shit out your uterus.”  "What are yo–OH MY FUCKING GOSH!“ You screamed as you saw what looked like a human-sized burnt sausage but was actually a dead body. "WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE?! THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A FUN ADVENTURE?! WHAT TH–” “BABE! BABE!” Chris yelled as he put his hand over your mouth. “Breathe…Breathe…” He chanted as you did as told. “So, I’m thinking you wanna know why I brought you here, huh?” You nodded your head, still heavily breathing. “Well, I was actually gonna ask the boys to come with me, but, they were either too busy, in trouble or too damn lazy.” You stopped taking deep breaths and looked at Chris in astonishment. “So you brought me to see a dead body all because I was the only person available?..” You asked a little ticked off. “Uh….Well….” He scratched the back of his neck. “I-Wh-You are un–I– Ugh!” You huffed in anger and stomped away. “On the bright side!” Chris yelled, causing you turn around. He smirked. “At least I’m not pregnant." 

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Boy in Luv Smut Series - Jimin ver.

Even though you tried to focus on the blackboard in front of you and takes notes of what the teacher was saying, you couldn’t help but keep a one eye out on Jimin. He was acting weird the entire class. He couldn’t stay still for longer than couple of seconds, his lost gaze travelling from one side of the room to the other revealing that he looks like he’s about to faint any second now. When the teacher turned around to write on the blackboard, you took the opportunity.
“Are you okay?” You lipsynced to Jimin, but he just shook his head and turned back to the blackboard, loosing his tie.
“Mr. Park, is everything alright?” You realized you weren’t the only one noticing Jimin’s strange behaviour when the teacher turned towards his desk.
“I just, uhm, need to go out.” Jimin stuttered and rushed towards the door as soon as the teacher nodded as a sign of approval that he may leave the classroom. You never saw Jimin act this way and when minutes had passed and he still didn’t return from the bathroom - you got worried.
“Could I be excused?” You raised your hand and quietly left the classroom following Jimin’s footsteps.
Following the abandoned school corridors, you hesitated when you found yourself in front of the ajar doors of the boys bathroom. You peeked your head through the crack, hoping you wouldn’t catch anyone by surprise. But all your eyes saw were Jimin, rapidly splashing water over his face and the back of his neck, not noticing you just came in.
“Are you alright?” you slowly approached him, like you were afraid that he would melt down if you touched him.
“I’m fine Y/N, just get back to class.” Jimin walked back, leaning his back on the cold wall tiles, but you quickened your footsteps, placing one of your hands on his forehead.
“Jimin, you’re burning up!” you squaled as Jimin avoided eye contact. “You’re in no position to be in school, why did you come in the first place?” you scolded him, when in reality, you were just worried.
“I’m not sick, god damn it.” Jimin turned his head away from your eyes. “I’m just.. just go back to class. Please.” You slowly approached him and cupped his face, forcing him to make eye contact, but Jimin still seemed like he would rather be looking anywhere else but you. “Hey, talk to me.” You said with a silky, tranquil voice, but instead of a response, Jimin smacked his lips on yours as if he waited for this for a long time. You moved your hands from his face to his chest trying to pull him back, but instead you found yourself dragging his white shirt towards you. His tongue slithered into your mouth without asking permission, biting your lower lip to which you aggresively responded the same way, causing a hoarse moan to escape Jimin’s mouth. Just as you were reaching for his belt buckle, he pushed you away, desperation in his gaze making you want him even more.
“I said go back to class, Y/N. I’ll be right behind you.” He fixed his tie and pulled his fingers through his hair. But instead of taking his order, you picked up from where you two left off. Once again, you slowly approached him, driving his body to the wall. You mildly kissed the corner of his mouth. “Just trust me.” you murmured into his ear, biting his earlobe. You moved on, going lower, kissing the curve of his jawline, driving your tounge up and down his neck, giving gentle bites in between. He grabbed your hips and moved you closer to him, wanting to feel your body as much as possible. He leaned his head to the side, giving you full acess to his neck, which you used as full as possible. His throaty, hoarse moans only gave you more confidence to continue, playing with his belt buckle, untucking his shirt. As soon as your fingertips made contact with his burning skin, Jimin turned his head towards you, his eyes revealing lust and longing for what’s about to happen. You Unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, just enough to reveal his collarbone, while your abrupt and impatient hands unbuckled his belt. Jimin let out a smirk, calling your name, but you placed a hand over his mouth, muffling his moan. “Keep quiet.” you ordered, and Jimin nodded. You palmed his erected dick and Jimin tiled his head backwards, both from pleasure and lust, thrusting his hips towards you to feel your swift fingers better. You ran your hand up and down, swirling over his tip with your thumb, before finally pulling his boxers down, taking his cock in your hand, and getting on your knees. Jimin’s gaze followed your body as you made your way to the ground, not breaking eye contact. Cold fingertips ran up and down his thighs before digging your nails into his skin, flicking the tip of his dick with your wet tongue. Jimin’s breathing quickened, and was now shallow. He tangled his fingers into your hair, still letting you lead the game. “Oh, god.” Jimin sighed trying to control his breathing as soon as your mouth took in the tip, your tongue swirling around it, making it moist. Slowly, with every thrust you took in more of his cock, and continued to bob your head. His reactions only gave you motivation to continue, dragging your tongue from his shaft all the way to the top, before taking it back in all at once, bobbing your head a little faster, but whenever Jimin pulled your hair, you would slowly back out, teasing him in the form of slowly kissing his tip, moving your hand to his cock, making swift strokes down its full lenght. You loved having the control. You loved the fact you could drive him insane to the point where he couldn’t do anything but tilt his head in all directions possible, thrusting his hips to feel you better, or tighting the grip around your head, you loved the look in his eyes, as if he would plead for you to continue. His reaction was your award for a job well done, so you decided to continue. Once again, you wrapped your lips around his dick, mildly sucking. His cock was glazed in a lustrous sheen of warm saliva, an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy took over his body, he bit his upper lip trying to control his voice, looming incredible amount of pleasure causing a change in his heart rate and breathing. His mind could not register anything else as he released into your craving mouth. Still holding the sperm in your mouth, you picked yourself up and looked at Jimin’s exhausted face. With a smirk, never breaking eye contact, you swallowed pleasingly as he was coming to his senses.
“We gotta get back to class.” You turned around. He was right behind you, slapping your ass and whispering. “Next class, I’m returning the favour.”


Author’s note:

The boy in luv era is every smut writer’s favorite era. I should make “Boy In Luv” smut series because yass

Thank you anon once again for making the request, hope you liked it.

- JokoMato

lostinthefanasy  asked:

I'm not sure if you've already done this, but in the Modern!Glasgow AU I was wondering if you might possibly consider writing about Claire and Jaime's first major fight?

anonymous asked: Modern Glasgow Au: Imagine Jamie and Claire first *major* fight like not just a little bickering.  The first time they realize it might not always be smooth peaceful romantic sailing.

Modern Glasgow AU

Claire swirled her ankle, absently watching the water fold and bend on the far side of the bathtub, desperately trying to feel numb.

How *could* he? How did it come to this?

“Claire?” Murtagh’s worried voice filtered through the thick door.

“I’m still alive,” she murmured. Not wanting company. Watching her fingers prune.

“Ye’ve been in there for two hours, lass. Can I get ye anything?”

*Just a sensible husband.*

“No – I’m fine. Perfectly fine.”

She didn’t feel it.

Damn him.

“As ye say. I’ll put the kettle on just in case.”

Rudely, she said nothing. Not caring, for once in her life.

Murtagh’s steps shuffled away from the door – and she was alone again.

Claire sat up, water cascading down her shoulders. Past the love bite Jamie had left on the side of her right breast. Last night? Forever ago.

It had been a long day. And it would be an even longer night.

The second day of medical school orientation had seemed to be longer than the first. The introductions had been made, the campus tour had been provided, the courses had been selected. And today, in between lunch with the dean and a trip to the bookstore and a meeting with Geillis Duncan, the second-year student who would be her “buddy” – she had received her first tuition bill.

She knew roughly how much it would be, of course – but seeing all the zeroes with her own eyes had been a bit…overwhelming.

So she’d brought the statement home, and laid it on the table, intending to discuss it with Jamie during dinner.

And they had – just not in the way she’d expected.

“We willna be touching any of yer money, Claire,” he had insisted. “My salary can cover it – ”

“What do you mean?” she’d interrupted, speaking around a mouthful of curry. “You *know* your salary can’t. We’ve talked about this, Jamie – I have more than enough money to pay for this year at least. What else is the money for, after all?”

“What’s it *for*?” he’d hissed, gently pushing aside his plate and resting his elbows on the table. “It’s for our future – that’s what. For the bairns we’ll have, God willing. For a better flat.”

“So I just sit on it, then? Even though spending it means we’ll live a little better?”

“Ye’ll keep it in the bank, because it’s my job to provide for ye, Claire.”

She pursed her lips and took a deep breath. “Jamie – not that I don’t appreciate it – ”

He sighed. “I can hear a ‘but’ coming…”

“…But we both know it’s foolish to not dip into that money. It means a lot to me that you *want* to cover the expenses – but it’s just too much, and you know that.”

“I dinna *want* to cover it, Claire – I *need* to cover it. I’m your *husband,* damn it. It’s my job to provide for ye.”

Claire sat up a bit straighter, eyes narrow. “Oh – so I can’t provide for myself, then? All that work I did at the hospital, all the saving I did – it’s not as good as *your* money?”

He leaned across the table, ruddy brows furrowed. “I didna say that, Claire. I ken weel ye can provide – ”

“Can I? Isn’t my money as good as yours? Or better, even, since I was making a lot more than you until I quit?”

That stung. Jamie blinked in shock. His mouth wordlessly opened and closed, struggling to find the words.

“Ye dinna need to remind me how poorly I’m paid, for all the hours I put into that job,” he hissed, voice deadly calm. “Ye dinna need to remind me how I came into this marriage with barely any money. I ken ye’re no’ used to living this way, wi’ a man who can barely afford the clothes he wears to work every day – ”

“We are so *not* talking about Frank right now!”

“We aren’t? Ye dinna think the thought never crosses my mind that the only reason why ye have that money in the first place is because ye were living wi’ him? Because ye were sharing his bed?”

Claire reeled. “This is all about you, isn’t it, and your bloody pride! You *hate* the fact that I had those years with him, don’t you? You *hate* that he was my lover! You *hate* that there are pieces of me that you’ll never have!”

Jamie sprung to his feet, and his chair crashed to the floor. “Aye! I do, damn me! And damn *you,* Claire Fraser, for making me feel that way!”

Now Claire rose, hands shaking with shock and rage. “You make *yourself* feel that way, you bloody jealous bastard. It’s *my* money. I worked for it. I can spend it however I damn well please – there’s no use in saving it for children that may never come.”

“What the hell does *that* mean, Claire? Is that a threat?”

His chest was heaving with adrenaline – his pupils dilated – his face flushed – his hair messy.

God, she wanted to ravish him right there on the table.

God, she wanted to smack him.

“It’s not a threat, you fool. It’s a reality – we fuck twice a day, never use protection, and I haven’t gotten pregnant. At this rate I probably never will.”

When had the tears started falling down her cheeks?

“So I don’t care about saving the money – I’m probably barren, and if I don’t have a family at least I can have a career to fall back on.”

And just like that, Jamie fell back into his chair, deflated. Wordless.

Except for the one word that mattered to him above all else.


She couldn’t bear it.

In slow motion, she walked across the kitchen, gathered her blue coat from the peg and her keys and phone from the cut glass bowl that Murtagh had given them for a six-month anniversary present, and slipped out the door.

Where else to go on a damp Glasgow evening but Murtagh’s flat.

He’d answered her knock, seen her tear-streaked face, and shook his head.

“Do ye want me to kill him?”

Claire could only sigh. “I need – space.”

Murtagh had taken her coat. “Whatever ye need, lass. Yer old bedroom is empty if ye need a wee rest.”

“Thank you, but I think I’ll take a bath first.”

Anything to cleanse the poison from her mind, body, and tongue.

It hadn’t quite worked – but at least it had calmed her down.

Clad in the fluffy spare pyjamas she kept in a drawer in the bedroom where she and Jamie had lived for the first six months of their marriage – the bedroom where they’d spent their wedding night, and dozens of hours of lovemaking and sharing promises and secrets in the dark – she finally slept.

And nearly screamed when someone opened her door, deep in the night.

“Claire?” Murtagh’s sleepy voice rasped.

“Hmm?” She reached out to Jamie’s side of the bed by reflex – and remembered it all in a flood.

“He’s outside.”


A sigh. “Yer husband. He’s banging on the door and probably waking up all the neighbors.”

Now she sighed, flicking on the tableside lamp.

Murtagh rested in the doorway, wearing a faded University of Glasgow t-shirt and sweatpants.

Then she heard it – three loud bangs on the door.

And rose, slipping past Murtagh in the doorway and silently padding toward the door.


Jamie’s voice was hoarse – rasping. Broken.

“Let me inside. I’m sorry, Claire. I’m sorry.”

Something in his voice shattered her heart. It was the sound of a man who feared he had lost everything.

“I’ll beg ye on my knees if I have to, Claire. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

“Do ye want me to kick him out?”

Murtagh was at her elbow, ready to protect her.

She lifted her chin. “No. No – I’ll let him in.”

And so she unlocked the door – and saw Jamie, damp hair plastered to his forehead, wearing only his undershirt, teeth chattering in the cold.

His face contorted in physical pain as he felt his heart die in his chest.

His eyes red and puffy. And fixed on her.

He dropped to his knees before her in the doorway.

“*Mo nighean donn. Mo chridhe.* I am sorry. I ask your pardon, for what I said. I said more than I meant. Will ye forgive me?”

He would wait for her, cold and uncomfortable, for as long as it took.

And she knew it.

So there was no question.

“Forgiven,” she breathed. “Always.”

So she extended her hand – her left hand, the one that so proudly wore his ring – and helped him to his feet.

And then in the doorway he crushed her to him, and held her and held her and held her. While Murtagh kept the door open.

And then they slowly, automatically made their way down the hall to the room where it had all began. Claire shut the door, helped Jamie out of his damp clothes and into the soft, worn pyjamas that lived beside hers in the drawer of the spare bedroom. And then they lay down in the dark together, her head tucked under his chin.

“I ken there’s so much we need to say to each other, Claire – but let me speak first.”

She hummed against his neck, holding him – her anchor – so tight.

“I want ye to use the money in whatever way ye want. I only want to make sure we have enough to spare us, in case something goes wrong. Enough put aside to plan for our future – because I want the best future with you, Claire. And the family we will have. And the house we will have, God willing.”

He swallowed. She kissed his Adam’s apple.

“I had thought it would be a certain way, now that ye’re no’ working. I had thought that it was time for me to take care of you, like a husband ought to care for his wife. Because that’s what I thought would be expected of me. But now I see, for you and me it has to go a different way.”

He kissed her forehead.

“And that’s no’ such a bad thing, is it?”

“Mmm. It’s not.”


A long beat. Jamie’s thumbs traced the curves of her shoulderblades.

“I’m sorry too,” she whispered in the dark. “What I said was completely unfair and uncalled for. Forgive me?”

“Ach, nay bother. Truth is, I’d forgiven ye already - for this, and anything ye could ever do. Because I thought I’d lost ye, Claire. And wi’out ye, my life is nothing.”

“Sshh. Rest now,” she soothed. “I’m here. You’re tired. I’m tired. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Thank God.”

*Thank God,* she echoed over and over in her mind, feeling him fall into sleep, still holding her tight.

She tangled her legs with his, so happy that this traditional, stubborn man was hers. All hers.

Thank God.

I think that’s the problem though. Saying something is real even when it’s not, and getting upset when reality smacks you in the face in the form of Jensen Ackles.

I think that’s what causes the unnecessary wank.

So…the ship is fanon. Ship it all day long, every day of the week. Write fanfiction. Make art. 

But when you go to a convention and forget to discard elements of your headcanon (Dean is bi, Dean and Cas are in love therefore Destiel can potentially become canon), from the question you’re about to ask Jensen, don’t expect Jensen to give you an answer that’s in line with your headcanon.

I’m not sure why that’s so hard to grasp. Jensen is coming from the perspective of someone who sees and portrays Dean as straight. Someone who sees Dean and Cas as best friends. Someone who sees Cas as a brother.

Again: Jensen was asked a question that was steeped in fanon and he gave a canon based answer. Why are you surprised? 

You’re All I Need (Twelve/Clara)

Summary: The war is over. The planet saved. Plenty of casualties but that’s the usual. Just about everything is exactly as it should be. Good ol’ Earth lives to fight another day. Peace restored. An impostor enslaved and exterminated. And now an unconscious young woman with pale features hardly recognizable even to his keen blue eyes.

In other words, my take on how I hope Twelve will rescue the real Clara in next week’s episode. Happy kisses ensues. 

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Rating: K+

Words: 1,545

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The war was over. The planet saved. Plenty of casualties but that was the usual. Just about everything was exactly as it should be. Good ol’ Earth lives to fight another day.

Peace restored.

An impostor enslaved and exterminated.

And now an unconscious young woman with pale features hardly recognizable even to his keen blue eyes.

He tried to rouse her. That fell through seconds in. Felt for a pulse - bless the gods she’s still alive. Shouted her name. Cried a bit. Apolgized, apologized, then apologized again just for good measure.

He should have known from the start.

Trivial pursuit. She hated trivial pursuit. Only one time had she played, ending in a fury of frustrated grumbles and cheating accusations because of course he had won. Won was an understatement, and not even the one she had focused on. Simply the fact that she utterly miserably lost.

She hated that game.

He should have known.

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important...! please hear me out...

so, i obviously never wanted my internet reputation to be damaged this far but it’s a little too late. even though most of the things people say about me aren’t necessarily true, people believe things said about me that aren’t even truly confirmed… stuff such as that i’m racist, islamophobic, etc. when i’m really not… and i mean, you don’t have to believe me, but it’s the truth, and i want everyone to know. if you’re curious about my my current thoughts on my situation, please take a few minutes out of your day to read this! it’d mean a lot to me.

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Behind The Entertainer (GD)

GD: things you said when you were crying
requested by e-logic
Word Count: 2391

Part 1 | Part 2 (END)

Things would have been better if he hadn’t even asked to meet you. Things would have been better if you hadn’t agreed to meet him. Things would have better if you hadn’t been oblivious. Things would have been better if he hadn’t been the one crying. Things would have been better if he hadn’t hesitated. Things would have been better if he hadn’t treated you so well all this time.

Things would have been better if you hadn’t even met.

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