Summary: Written for @sanjariti‘s Game of Prompts. Based on the song Good Times by All Time Low
Warnings: Language, Angst, Underage Drinking
A/N: Caro, I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write this. Congrats on your milestone! You’re awesome!
Sitting under the lights of the basketball court, you nursed
a bottle of beer that you had been sharing with three other people. Sam sat on
the orange ball, sweat dripping down his forehead. Steve’s cheeks were red from
running, his blond hair sticking to his forehead. And while Bucky was wearing
his basketball shorts, he had spent the entire evening with you.
“I gave Rogers a proper thrashing,” Sam announced proudly.
Steve rolled his eyes. “You wish.”
Normally you would have been laughing and cheering, but not
tonight. It was your last night with your three best friends and you were
feeling pretty nostalgic.
hey guys! it has been ages since I wrote something, literally like a year so apologies if it is rusty lol (also title may change i just can’t think of anything rn rip) description: you have just started at the same university as your brother Calum and he has made it clear to his fraternity brothers that you are off limits. that doesn’t necessarily mean you, or any of the boys, will abide by his wishes.
word count: 3,155 :-)
“And now I have to walk all the way to his frat, just to get them,” you huffed, tugging the laces of your Nikes tighter as you sat on the edge of your bed. The white comforter crinkled as you shifted your weight to put on the other shoe.
“You want me to come with you?” Your roommate Jasmine asked as she lay in her bunk, laptop opened to her most recent biology lecture notes.
“No it’s fine, it won’t take me that long. I just don’t want to do it,” you laughed, standing up.
“Fair enough,” Jasmine laughed, turning her attention back to her notes.
“Dinner when I get back?” You asked, a hopeful look on your face. Jasmine nodded, pressing the home button on her iPhone,
“Mae should be back from class by then.” You pumped your fist in the air,
“Yesssss, I’m famished.” Jasmine just laughed and shook her head as you pulled the door shut behind you.
Dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt you started your trek across campus to Greek Row. Your older brother Calum had borrowed your car the past weekend to go on a little hiking excursion with his frat brothers. His justification was that your car handled better in the mountains and back roads, but you knew he was just jealous of your Jeep Wrangler. Nevertheless you let him borrow it and now he was making you walk to his frat, Phi Kappa Psi, to get the keys, rather than bringing them to you. Classic.
1. Do not call him. While it may be hard for you to sleep at night without hearing his voice, I can promise you that it is not hard for him to sleep without hearing yours.
2. Cry. It is okay to cry, it doesn’t make you weak. Keeping it bottled up makes you weak, letting it out makes you stronger.
3. Love. Love the flowers, love dogs, love cats, love those stupid fucking raisins that you hate, love everything that he hates. Love your life while you still can. Love yourself. While he may have been able to leave you, you cannot. You have been stuck with yourself from the moment you took your first breath, and you will be until the moment you take your last. Embrace that truth with open arms.
4. Take care of yourself, take care of your friends, take care of your family, take care of strangers. If you feel as though you have a heart full of love with no one to give it to, give it to the world. It needs it a whole lot more than he does.
5. Don’t be afraid. Let people in, trust people, stop being scared of your own shadow because of him. Not everyone is going to lie to you and abandon you, but not everyone is going to tell you the truth and stay with you. Be careful, but do not be fearful.
6. Stop listening to his favorite songs or his favorite band, stop listening to those stupid songs that tug at your heart strings and make you think of the first time you held his hand, stop torturing yourself over something that you had no control over. It really wasn’t you, it really was him.
7. Please remember to eat. If he doesn’t love you now, he will not love you if you lose 40 pounds in a month, and you won’t love you either.
8. Stop trying to be enough for him and learn how to be enough for yourself. I promise you that no one will ever love you more than you can love yourself, and I can promise you that nobody deserves your love more than you do.
9. Learn to appreciate the little things about yourself that he couldn’t stand, like the way you pick at your nail polish when you’re nervous, or the way that you twirl your hair around your fingers when you’re trying to focus, or how you tug at the collar of your shirt when you don’t know what to say. Appreciate the little things about yourself that make you different, because they are the only things that make you, you. Never let anyone strip you of your individuality, especially some stupid, hormone crazed, teenage boy who still needs his mother to dress him at 17 years old.
10. Talk to new people and make new friends, you can never have too many. Have a conversation with the quiet girl in your class who disappears to the library by herself at lunch, and then invite her to come have lunch with you, or ask her if she would mind your company at the library. Make everyone feel at home.
11. When he leaves, don’t isolate yourself or turn your body into a walking shrine of all of the memories that you two created. Get out of bed, brush your teeth, brush your hair, put on a nice dress, for no reason other than the fact that you want to look good for yourself. Step outside of your front door, sit on the porch, sit in the grass, take a walk, soak up the sun, fall in love with the world. It is so much more beautiful than he ever will be.
12. Reinvent yourself for the better, and turn yourself into someone you would fall in love with, and then do it.
A 12-Step Program on How to Get Over the Boy Who Broke Your Heart
Since we’re getting closer to summer time I’d like to make a PSA. If you plan to visit San Francisco and you think it’s going to be California WeatherTM (as seen in shows and movies shot in southern California) please plan on wearing layers! It is a coastal city in a temperate zone on a peninsula. Having lived across the bay for most of my life I share jokes with my family and friends about tourists being unprepared for the foggy mornings and windy afternoons/evenings, thinking the kind of clothes worn around San Diego and LA will be applicable in this area. They are not, at least not on their own.
Please plan to experience four seasons within 12 hours.
Bring a sweatshirt or a hoodie, bring breathable pants, wear shorts and sleeveless tops only if you are comfortable in your ability to experience such changes throughout the day. Remember to wear a t shirt under your hoodie or sweatshirt though as you may want to take off your outer layer in the early/mid afternoon.
Request for @thealbersclan Hi hi hi!! Love your stuff!! Could I please do a request?? How about reader x Fili. Fili wants to get reader a present to show his affections and he is unsure if reader likes him. He has no idea what to get her so Kili tries to talk her up to get ideas. Reader Gets the wrong idea and tells Kili she’s not interested in him(Kili) and she actually likes his brother! ❤️
Authors Note: FOR @thealbersclan SO SORRY this took so long, I’m in the middle of exams and have been stressing out. But I did promise I would get this done, so I’ve taken a break from studying to finish this. Hope you like it
Word Count: 1,254
Fili was a Prince. Heir to the throne of Erebor. A member of the First Company who reclaimed the mountain from a Dragon, for crying out loud! So why did he find this so difficult? Was it just not meant to be? Why did her heart seem so out of reach?
Fili sighed loudly and his shoulders dropped slightly as he maneuvered his body to rest more comfortably in the tree. Yes, you heard correctly, Fili was currently perched in a tree, waiting for his brother to walk through with (Y/N), the young dwarrow that had stolen his heart.
(A/N): I’m sorry this is so short but I am sorta proud of it even with it’s small length so!
½ Ooh can I request a Charles x reader (technically x Moira but anyway) based on Lying To You by Keaton Henson?? This is complicated but like, the storyline would be that Charles knew Y/N since they were kids and she was really special to him, and they were even closer as teenagers. Y/N was basically the opposite of him (rebellious, daring, v energetic and funny etc) and yeah they had a..unspecified romantic relationship as teenagers(point is they were basically soulmates) but smth happened to 2/2 Y/N when she was like 19 and she died. Now the actual story takes place like after First Class when Charles is dating Moira (ignoring the thing where he erased her memories) and it’s about how he looks back on his memories w Y/N + how he thought he’d get over her when he got together w Moira but he still can’t?? This was soo long I’m sorry but hopefully you get what I mean? xx
As we lie in bed, I feel lonely Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old And your arms around me are keeping me warm But baby, I’m still feeling cold Baby, I’m still feeling cold
"Charles,“ Moira whispers as she peppers kisses all along his bare chest. "Charles my dear, it’s time to wake up,” Charles groans softly, rubbing at his eyes as the sunlight streams through his windows.
“Moira?” Charles asks, hoping to keep his disappointed tone out of his question.
“Who else would it be silly?”
(Y/N). It should be (Y/N) sleeping beside him.
“No one love,” Charles forces a smile as he kisses Moira’s head gently. “I’m just a bit tired is all,"
"Well, you were up all night in your study,"
No, he was up all night looking at pictures of (Y/N).
"Ahh yes, of course, that must be it,” Charles nods, biting his lip to keep his rather negative thoughts at bay. What are you doing? What would (Y/N) think if they saw you lying beside another-
“I could make you some coffee if you’d like?” Moira asks softly, pressing another kiss to Charles’ chest.
“Yes, coffee sounds splendid,” Charles hums as Moira gets up, wrapping a robe about her naked body. She gives Charles one last smile before sauntering off, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the mansion.
Charles sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he attempts to clear the voice out of his head (Y/N)’s voice out of his head. But no matter how hard he willed that sweet, soft voice away it stayed, like a damn fly stuck to some honey.
He remembered the first time they met, (Y/N) had been thrown out on the streets after their parents had discovered the could talk to animals, a mutant, just like
Him. He of course took them under his wing and from there a friendship had formed.
“I’m (Y/N),” they had whispered shyly, hanging their head in shame as they looked down upon their dirty clothes.
“I’m Charles,” Charles squeaked, his voice still holding it’s childlike quality. “Say, what is such a young child like you doing out in the streets?” To this (Y/N) sniffled, wiping at their dirt stained nose.
“Well, I haven’t a place to live,” they had whispered, shuffling their dirty feet into the cobblestone road. Charles hummed, looking (Y/N) over once before deciding to take them home, he always had wanted a play friend. Little did Charles know that that day he would take in the kindest, most beautiful soul on the planet.
It was years later, (Y/N) was sitting out On the green grass as a bird perched atop their finger, chirping merrily to the content mutant. (Y/N) chirped back, mimicking the birds noise as they did. The two were in a seemingly very deep conversation when Charles meandered up, hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile of amusement overtaking his expression as he does.
“What do you talk about with these birds?” Charles asks as he takes a seat beside (Y/N), placing his arms out behind him to steady himself.
“Many things,” (Y/N) stated softly, twisting their head this way and that to get a good look at their feathered friend. “The weather, the other birds, what it’s like to fly,”
“Do you ever talk to other animals?” Charles asks, staring at (Y/N) with curiosity.
“I happen to like the squirrels nesting in your trees,” (Y/N) turns to look at Charles with a small smirk. “I suppose I like talking to you as well,” Charles laughs, taking a handful of grass and throwing it at the other mutant.
“Oh be quiet you,” He chided, his smile nearly infectious. “I’m far more civilized than any creature you know,”
“Is that so?” (Y/N) challenged, their tone holding a bit of a teasing tone to it.
“I’m much more civilized than you, look at you, sitting out here in the dirt talking to a rabies infested creature,” (Y/N) laughs, throwing their head back as beautiful little bubble of happiness rise in their throat. Charles wants to laugh as well but his eyes are stuck on (Y/N) and his mouth runs dry, his throat constricting as he does.
They looked so beautiful, the light hit their hair just right making it shine in the early spring morning, their lips were curved upwards in the most beautiful smile, but what truly enraptured Charles was (Y/N)’s eyes, gleaming with happiness as they talk and laugh with him, or chirp and sing along with the bird. Charles’ stomach drops when he comes to a sudden realization, it had taken many years for him to figure this out, nearly an entire decade but he loved (Y/N), he loved them with every beat of his mutant heart.
It was only a few months later, with the two teenage mutants perched happily upon a couch that Charles finally decided to act upon his feelings.
“(Y/N)?” Charles asks as she shifts his position, allowing his head to rest against (Y/N)’s thighs more comfortably. “Have you ever been in love?” (Y/N) hums as they reach down, running their gentle fingers through Charles’ hair.
“Yes, I suppose I have,”
“What does it feel like?”
“Well, it feels like a lot of different things- it’s like knowing that every morning you’re going to wake up and see that beautiful smiling face and you know that your day is going to be so much brighter, it’s knowing that when you’re sitting out on the lawn that you’re not going to be alone whilst you talk to the fishes, it’s knowing that the love of your life is only sleeping just across the hall and that at any moment in the night you could sneak out and go talk to them but you don’t because you want them to sleep peacefully,”
“Well in that case,” Charles smiles as he closes his eyes, allowing (Y/N)’s fingers to glide through his hair. “I do believe I’m in love with you (Y/N),”
Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause I found her, but now she is gone Cause once I found her, but now she is gone
God- Charles should have tried harder, he shouldn’t have let them run off like that. He shouldn’t have let them leave the mansion, not with all the rising contentions and all the wars and weapons and-
“Charles,” (Y/N)’s lip quivered as they reached up to touch Charles’ cheek, their bloodstained hand painting his cheek an angry red. “Do not blame yourself for this, please,”
“(Y/N),” Charles sobbed, his hand pressed tightly to their stomach as blood oozed from the bullet wound there. “Oh god, this is all my fault, this is all my fault-”
“Remember how you asked me what I talk about with the birds?” (Y/N) asks, a completely irrelevant time to be asking said question considering they were dying in Charles’ arms.
“Of course (Y/N) but how-”
“I used to talk to them about how much I loved you, your smile, your sweet eyes, your amazing voice, I told them about how kind you are, how accepting, I told them that you’re going to change the world some day, they’d just have to wait and see-”
“(Y/N), please, you’re only going to waste your breath-”
“I want you to look in my head Charles,” (Y/N)’s voice quakes as they speak. “I know you promised me you never would but I want you to, it’s my dying wish,” Charles sobs at their words, the pain to much for him to bear.
“(Y/N) please don’t make me-”
“Charles, I want you to,” Charles looks at (Y/N), at their watering eyes and small smile, even now they still looked like an angel, even coated in blood and dust and dirt they still looked heavenly. With shaking hands Charles pressed his fingers against (Y/N)’s temple, delving inside their head for the first and last time.
There wasn’t much to see or hear, in fact there was only one thing and he couldn’t even see it but rather he could feel it. All he felt was an undying sense of love, a love (Y/N) had felt for him. It was so powerful that it nearly took Charles’ breath away but he clung to that feeling, to those last fleeting feelings of (Y/N), of warmth and security, of love and happiness, of everything he could possibly ever want in life-
“Charles,” Moira’s gentle voice is what pulls Charles away from his thoughts. His thoughts clear and suddenly he’s no longer clutching a deceased mutant but rather a warm steaming mug of coffee, made by his very own girlfriend. “Are you okay?” A look of concern flashes her features but Charles doesn’t acknowledge it, too focused on the steaming black liquid before him to even spare her a glance.
“Yes,” Charles murmurs, even though he knew he was far from okay. “Yes, I’m quite well,” He gives Moira a fleeting smile before sipping away at his drink. “Thank you my love,”
Summary: For thousands of years I have done nothing but run. It appears as though everyone I love dies and I didn’t want the same for him. My love for him grows stronger and stronger with each passing day. I just wish that he knew, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I fell in love with Niklaus Mikaelson.
Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
(Y/N)= Your Name (Y/L/N)=Your Last Name
Word Count: You’re going to need to drink some coffee and have some popcorn ready because this is long!
You finished buttoning the front of your dress; Tyler’s
favorite. You adjusted the waistband, a sharp knock on your door startled you.
Grabbing your jacket off the bed, you headed to the door. You pulled it open,
revealing Tyler who flashed you a quick smile, the grin dropping from his lips
before crossing the threshold.
“Hey, where’s Charlie?” you asked, leaning up to press a
quick kiss to Tyler’s lips. “I thought he was coming with us?”
“Uh, no. He’s with Jamie tonight.” Tyler said, jamming his
hands in his pockets. “I uh, I needed to talk to you.” he said distractedly,
his eyes fixed on something outside your apartment window; avoiding your gaze.
“Yeah, sure.” you answered, tossing your jacket on the
counter, walking to take a seat on the sofa. Tyler walked to the couch, slowly taking
a seat beside you, careful to sit far enough away from you so the two of you
weren’t touching at all. “You look so nervous, Ty.” you commented, reaching out
to rest your hand on his knee, he repositioned himself, avoiding your touch.
You pulled your hand back, worried. “What’s going on?” you asked.
He shook his head, looking down at his hands. “(Y/N), I
came here to tell you that I can’t do this anymore.” he breathed, finally
turning to face you, tears brimming in his eyes.
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?
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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…”
Summary: Anon Request “Hello! How are you? Could I request a gabriel x Reader where he and the Winchesters are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and they end up daring Gabriel to seduce the reader? They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of ‘10 things I hate about you’ / 'she’s all that’ scenario haha. Thanks, lovie.”
Words: 2.6k (hahah whoops!)
Warnings: Angst, still fluffy though!
A/N: Haven’t written so many words before! Feedbackis greatly appreciated :)
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant ;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter ;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble ;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs ;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is ;
many persons strive for high ideals ;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars ;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.