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anonymous asked:

Everyone talks about the last night of JC before Culloden but I havent read the book. Could you post it here please ? Thanks

Here you go. It’s long so the second half is under the cut. And please note that I am not responsible if you’re pure raging after reading this and then realizing what actually made it to the screen, All the love to Sam and Cait for their “dance” between Jamie and Claire to get her to the stones and for Cait insisting that their last time having sex will not be up against a tree no matter how much snow is on the ground. 

They were true to the book when Jamie convinces Claire to go back, so I’m not going to include that. I’ll start when they are in the abandoned cabin that is at the base of the hill where the stones are.


He was slow, and careful; so was I. Each touch, each moment must be savored, remembered— treasured as a talisman against a future empty of him. 

I touched each soft hollow, the hidden places of his body. Felt the grace and the strength of each curving bone, the marvel of his firm-knit muscles, drawn lean and flexible across the span of his shoulders, smooth and solid down the length of his back, hard as seasoned oakwood in the columns of his thighs. 

Tasted the salty sweat in the hollow of his throat, smelled the warm muskiness of the hair between his legs, the sweetness of the soft, wide mouth, tasting faintly of dried apple and the bitter tang of juniper berries. 

“You are so beautiful, my own,” he whispered to me, touching the slipperiness between my legs, the tender skin of my inner thighs. 

His head was no more than a dark blur against the white blur of my breasts. The holes in the roof admitted only the faintest light from the overcast sky; the soft grumble of spring thunder muttered constantly in the hills beyond our fragile walls. He was hard in my hand, so stiff with the wanting that my touch made him groan in a need close to pain. 

When he could wait no longer, he took me, a knife to its scabbard, and we moved hard together, pressing, wanting, needing so urgently that moment of ultimate joining, and fearing to reach it, for the knowledge that beyond it lay eternal separation. 

He brought me again and again to the peaks of sensation, holding back himself, stopping, gasping and shuddering on the brink. Until at last I touched his face, twined my fingers in his hair, pressed him tight and arched my back and hips beneath him, urging, forcing.

“Now,” I said to him, softly. “Now. Come with me, come to me, now. Now!” 

He yielded to me, and I to him, despair lending edge to passion, so the echo of our cries seemed to die away slowly, ringing in the darkness of the cold stone hut. 

We lay pressed together, unmoving, his weight a heavy blessing, a shield and reassurance. A body so solid, so filled with heat and life; how could it be possible that he would cease to exist within hours? 

“Listen,” he said at last, softly. “Do you hear?” 

At first I heard nothing but the rushing of the wind, and the trickle of rain, dripping through the holes of the roof. Then I heard it, the steady, slow thump of his heartbeat, pulsing against me, and mine against his, each matching each, in the rhythm of life. The blood coursed through him, and through our fragile link, through me, and back again. 

We lay so, warm beneath the makeshift covering of plaid and cloak, on a bed of our clothing, tangled together. Then at last he slipped free, and turning me away from him, cupped his hand across my belly, his breath warm on the nape of my neck. 

“Sleep now a bit, mo duinne,” he whispered. “I would sleep once more this way— holding you, holding the babe.” 

I had thought I could not sleep, but the pull of exhaustion was too much, and I slipped beneath the surface with scarcely a ripple. Near dawn I woke, Jamie’s arms still around me, and lay watching the imperceptible bloom of night into day, futilely willing back the friendly shelter of the dark. 

I rolled to the side and lifted myself to watch him, to see the light touch the bold shape of his face, innocent in sleep, to see the dawning sun touch his hair with flame— for the last time. 

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Winchetser Sister- Bloody Hell

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Request: Hey!!! You are an amazing writer! I read all of your fics in one night (no regrets) I was hoping that you could do one in which the boys´ younger sister gets her first period an they help her. Thanks!!!

Title: Bloody Hell

Parings: Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!sister

Words: 643

Summary: Reader gets her first period and her brothers help her out

(A/N; Hey y’all I had to delete the post I posted last night bc it looked really weird if you weren’t reading it from my page & I couldn’t figure out why it was looking so weird so I just deleted it I think it may be because I posted it over my phone?? idk but anyways THIS IS A REPOST!!!!)

love JC :)

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“Oh shit!” You whisper as you look at your underwear that is covered in red blood. You are thirteen so you already know what periods are, you just didn’t expect it to happen right now. You start to panic, “What the hell do I do?”

You can’t tell your brothers right? They won’t understand they’re men, but you know that if you don’t tell someone then this will cause a lot of problems. You quickly wrap your panties in toilet paper and walk swiftly and awkwardly back to your room. You change clothes and you debate once again about telling your brothers. What if they laugh at you? You take a deep breath and make up your mind and finally walk out of your room to find Dean.

Your stomach turns as you walk down the hallway until you reach the library where you see both Sam and Dean sitting at a table. You grow more worried and your stomach is doing flips as you slowly walk up to them. “Hey, uh, Dean,” Both Dean and Sam look up to you, “can I talk to you…privately?”

Dean turns towards Sam and gives him a questioning, “Is something wrong?”

“No!” You say way too fast, giving away that there is something wrong, and both your brothers look very concerned. “Nothing’s wrong… I just need to talk to you.”

“(Y/N), if something’s going on you need to tell both of us,” Sam says, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“No, it’s personal…” You say quietly, and both Sam and Dean straighten up a little, fearing the worst.

“(Y/N), has someone touched you?” Dean asks cautiously, panic burning in his words.

“What? No, Dean! It’s just that I, um, I think I started my period…” You say and both of them visibly relax. You uncomfortably cross your arms and you look at them both, “What do I do?”

“Uh, Sam, you want to take this one?” Dean looks over at his brother, clearly uncomfortable with the topic of the situation.

“Dean,” Sam warns, and looks at you with a smile. “You do know what a period is…right?”

“I’m not ten, Sam.” You shoot back.

Sam raises his hands in defense, “Hey, I’m just making sure! But uh, I think we should go to the store and pick up some stuff for you”

“What do you mean?” You ask, innocently. It’s times like these when Sam and Dean wish you had a Mother figure around, it save you both awkward and embarrassing discussions.

“Uh, well, you need stuff to help, um, catch the stuff,” Sam cringes but tries to smile at you, “Dean, you wanna help?”

“No, I think you’re doing a pretty good job on your own.” Dean says back, but when you look at him with a worried expression, he sighs and looks at you, “Fine, so when you go through these every month you need stuff like pads and tampons to help you from leaking and getting blood everywhere.”

“Ew! You mean I have to do this every month?!” Your stomach turns more and you look as if you are about to cry.

“Uh, yeah, but it’s not that bad-”

“How do you know?” You cut Sam off. That seemed to shut him up because his eyes widen and he stampers on his words.

“Well, I-I was just going to say that you get the special treatment, like we’ll let you eat whatever you want, we’ll buy you things to make you feel better, you things we usually don’t do.” Sam smiles awkwardly.

“Oh…well thanks.” You say and you stand buy the table uneasily, “So can we go now or what?”

“Oh yeah, let’s go!” Sam says as he jumps up from his chair and puts on his jacket and you two walk up the stairs to get in the impala to go get your supplies.

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“Baby, we should go do something.” I pouted my lip.

“Like what?”

I rolled over and sat down on his lap, straddling him. “Mm, we just have a date and go where we want. Just where our eyes attract is to.”

“That sounds nice. Now get off my dick.”

I slowly grind down then rolled off. Jc groaned and smacked my ass. I got up and started getting dressed for our cute date day.

“Tell Snapchat where we’re going baby.”

I looked over, “Jc and I are going on a date to whatever attracts to us.”

“Yeah.” He posted the first one then started recording again, “But, we’re gonna post a lot of our date on here since it’s not fancy because we’re obviously not dressed right but enjoy!”

I laced my fingers with Jc and pointed over to a tall building. “Dude, I’ve always wanted to go up there. I heard they had a cute restaurant up there.”

“Well, let’s go.”

Jc and I crossed the street. I was really pumped about the restaurant. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of me an Jc.

‘Date Dayzzz w this boy ❤️😍’

“You guys, look how tall this building is.” I threw my head back and squinted at the huge building.

“Hope they have a elevator.”

Jc laughed, “I’m pretty sure they’ll have an elevator. It’s twenty-first century, babe.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “You may never know.”

“Dork.”

Jc put the camera up to my face, so I stuck up the middle finger.

“Mm, I’m gonna put dork because that’s what you are.”

“Shut up.”

We walked into the building and walked straight to the elevator. Jc nudged my shoulder, making me roll my eyes.

“I think it’s the top floor. I mean, it has to be.”

Jc clicked the highest number and scooted to the side so more people could pile in. Jc pulled up his snapchat and stuck out his tongue while I rolled my eyes.

'Crowded Elevator 🙄’

I giggled and watched half the people pile off on the twentieth floor. It was Jc, Me, and a business woman left, she got off on the twenty-fifth floor.

“Thank god! Now we have thirty floors left.”

I laughed and took a picture of me an Jc in the mirror walls.

“I wonder why they make buildings so tall.” Jc mumbled.

“I wouldn’t.”

“Same.”

Couple of minutes later we finally made it to the fiftieth floor. We stepped out and all you seen was a long hall then a door at the end.

“How classy.” I looked over and awed at all the buildings down below us. “Baby, stand right there so I can get a picture of you.”

Jc groaned and stood in the corner. I made a funny face so he would laugh (which he did). Jc grabbed my hand and started walking down to the door. He opened the door for me. I awed at the beautiful view.

“How may I help you?”

“Uh, table for two please.”

“This way.”

The waitress led us to a corner table. We both thanked her and I started looking at the menu.

“Ugh, it’s all Italian. Today is amazing.” Jc laughed.

“So, we finally made it to the top of the building and come to find out it’s an Italian restaurant.”

I threw a thumbs up and decided on pasta. Jc ordered our food and we watched the sunset.

I slipped on one of Jc’s shirts and sat on his bed, waiting for him to finish in the bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair.

'Oh, I still have that picture to post’

I unlocked my phone an pulled up Jc’s picture, adding a filter to it then putting it on Instagram.

'Had an amazing day with this cutie. So thankful for him and his curls. I love you, @jccaylen . ❤️😘’

Jc jumped on the bed and let out a big sigh. I smiled and started twirling his curls.

“Oh, you tagged me in a photo eh?”

“Yes.”

I got under the covers and curled up to Jc.

“Aw baby! You’re the sweetest. I love you.”

Jc kissed me then all over my face. “I love you too, Caylen. Good night.”

“Good night, baby.”

Jc kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me and hummed a song to me, making me fall asleep.

“Baaaabe! Wake up!! We have a surprise for you!” I opened my eyes to Kian, my boyfriend of three years and Corey, our housemate standing over me. “What is it?” I murmured half afraid that this was a prank and I was about to be thrown into the pool outside. “We got tickets to a Padre’s game tonight! We’re all gonna drive up there for the game and get a hotel and stay the night!” Kian beamed. Baseball was a sport we both loved and we loved to go to games. I smile and look up at Kian “When do we leave?” “In an hour!” I get up and hop into the shower, and then go to my closet and pull out my boyfriend jeans and one of Kian’s padre’s jersey and a baseball hat. I walk into the kitchen and smile at the boys wrestling on the living room floor. I lived with Kian, JC, Corey, Bobby and Fran the boys were all goofing off while Fran was sitting on the counter rolling her eyes and laughing at the sight in front of her. “This is going to be a fun car trip.” She says smiling at me.

A few hours later we pull up to our hotel, which is walking distance from the field and we all go check into our rooms. Me and Ki have our own thankfully, we walk in and drop our stuff off and Kian kisses me passionately and we fall onto to bed. He reaches up to take off my shirt and I stop him “we don’t have enough time before the game” I say breathlessly not wanting to stop but knowing we had to. “After” I whisper as I kiss his head. “Fine.” He whines, he doesn’t like to wait.

I touch up my makeup, and call Kian over for a picture. We pose in the mirror before heading out to door down to the lobby to meet up with the gang. We get down there and the hotel clerk takes a photo of all of us before we head out the door to walk to the field. Corey is behind us snap chatting me and Kian walking hand in hand “goals” him and Bobby scream into the camera. They love to flaunt our relationship. We just turn and giggle at them “oh shut up” Kian laughs.

We get to the game and we find our seats, Bobby leaves to go grab beer for everyone and Kian stops the vender walking around the stands for a pretzel and cheese for me. “Thanks baby” I smile at him as he hands it to me. As I take it the Padre’s hit a home run letting three of their players run home leaving the score 4-0 in the bottom of the second inning. “Yeah go padre’s!” Kian screams. I shake my head, he loves baseball. I admire him as he’s standing next to me. He looks so fucking hot in his ripped jeans and jersey. We had always been really close, and since we started dating somehow I fell more and more in love with him every day. I opened up Snapchat on my phone and took a picture of him standing up clapping and wrote “how sexy is my boyfriend👅” and added it to my story after saving it to post to my Instagram story and my twitter.

He really was my best friend, I relied on him for everything. Him and JC welcomed me into their family and I was forever grateful. Fran nudged me “hey I have to pee, are you coming?” I smiled and nodded, leaned over and whispered to Kian that I’d be right back and he handed me his wallet Incase I wanted to buy anything. I gave him a quick kiss and took Fran by the hand and off we went. We took our time wandering around the shops, I found a jersey Kian didn’t own, but would look hot in and a hat that I wanted and we headed back to our seats.

I sit down next to Ki and hand him the bag with the jersey in it, he looks inside smiles, and quickly replaces the shirt he’s wearing with the jersey. “Thanks babe” he kisses my forehead. “You paid for it, I just picked it out.” I giggled.

Seven innings later and the look on Kian’s face as it lit up watching fireworks after his favorite team won the game was my favorite sight to see. I quickly took a picture and posted it to Instagram tagging him and saying “I love the way your face lights up when you look at something you love. ❤️”

On the walk back to the hotel JC was teasing me about my lovey captions involving Kian. “It’s true” I shrugged “I’m Kian’s biggest fan.” I said as I jumped on his back for a piggy back ride. He carried me all the way back to our room and put me down on our bed. He kissed my forehead and said “I love you Princess. Now, I think you promised me something after we got back…” his voice trailed off as he placed kisses all down my neck. “I believe you are right Sir Lawley.”

!!! aAAAA I honestly never thought I’d get anywhere near 1k followers?? You guys are the BEST and so many different people follow me and it’s just so crazy aaaa. I worked up the courage to make this blog a few months ago and everyone on here has been so nice and welcoming and I appreciate it so much!!! Whether you’re following for romantic, platonic, or just my weird edits and rambles lol, I really appreciate it and and I’m glad there’s so many other people who enjoy Keith and Pidge’s dynamic and this lil blog run by this local italian girl haha!! ♡

Anyway, this list is going to be pretty empty since I don’t know many people and I honestly suck at making mutuals lol, but here are some mutuals/people I consider close friends on here, as well as some other amazing beans who actively post about kidge!! 

a-k

@belmeran, @camphalfgalra@clo–uds,  @hearmyvoiceoftreason, @jc-drawings@keithandpidge, @kidgeshitposting, @kiidge, @klanmural

l-z

@minthia-ren, @multi-kidge, @naniyou, @oquiznakitznary, @pidgieowl, @rebelgirlmatrix1213, @voltron-red-green

arclightchrysalis  asked:

I've decided to sneak a dress into our school's homecoming dance so I can change on site without my parents finding out, but that means I need to buy a dress first. I'd like to wear a pastel dress that's sort of flowy and preferably mint or some cool color but I have no idea where I'd find one-- could you please post this so people can give me links if they know of any? ;; thank you

Kai says:

Online, in stores like Macy’s, JC Penney, thrift stores, Nordstrom, etc. may have options, but I’m not sure if these are options near you.

Followers, do you know any places?

Petunias

And it’s finally up! The Kidge Royal Gardener AU Chapter 2!

Sorry it took so long; I’ve been, as I mentioned before, a very lazy cat.

Anyway, thank you to: @jc-drawings (your royal kidge drawing kind of inspired this??? and thank you so much for your lovely comments on my previous two posts, as well as everyone else who commented; they made my day @rose-sparks13 and @damecat3), @matchabubblegum (for putting up with all of those two paragraph long texts) and @rebelgirlmatrix1213 (for agreeing to illustrate it and eyyyyyy happy day of birth to thou my friend *chucks sparkles at you* here have this as a present).

Hope you enjoy!


A week passes before he sees her again.

War councils have become more frequent, as their armies have encountered trouble to the southern borders, where the Alteans have recaptured the Balmera mines.

(he goes to every meeting in that deep, dark hall, illuminated only by the occasional flickering green flames, signaling the presence of the High Druids)

(he knows deep down he’ll never be king)

(but he can still take his place beside his cousin and father and dream, can he not)

He finally decides to take a break one afternoon, and his traitorous feet carry him to the west wing of the palace.

He’s passing by a window when he sees her.

She’s kneeling, knee-deep in weeds, gently caressing the leaves of some pink plant.

(why is she caring for weeds)

(specific instructions were given about the roses)

So it’s this flimsy excuse he grasps like a rope out at sea when he slowly walks towards her, the willows lining his path swaying gently in the breeze.

She doesn’t hear him approach, and so he watches her for a while, perhaps a few feet away, standing under one of the trees.

She stands up, brushing her hands on her skirt, and turns around, eyes widening as she sees him.

She drops to the ground. “I’m sorry, milord, I did not see you.” Her eyes are downcast.

“I thought I told you to tend to the roses.” He says, voice icy. “Why are you wasting time on-,” He pokes the pink weeds with his toe, “-weeds such as these.”

The girl (Pidge, he reminds himself; and then tries to forget, because who is he to remember servants’ names) looks up. “Forgive me, milord, but these are not weeds.”

He frowns. “The roses, I recall, need attention.”

She stands up straight. “Milord, these are petunias. They are not weeds. I was given instructions to tend to the gardens, and so I am.”

Keith narrows his eyes. “Are you disobeying my orders?”

Her hands clench into fists. “I was told by my superiors to tend to the gardens as a whole. These are flowers, therefore my orders apply.”

I AM YOUR SUPERIOR!” Keith thunders, his voice echoing through the gardens.

“HOW CAN YOU BE MY SUPERIOR IF YOU THINK EVERY FLOWER IS A WEED?” She shouts back, and then slaps her hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

“Milord?” Someone calls, and Ilumn, one of his father’s personal stewards, bustles toward them. “You are needed in the War Room.”

Keith nods stiffly, and turns to the girl.

“I expect the roses to be tended to the next time I am here.” He says coldly, and her eyes burn, seemingly with hatred.

Somehow, Keith relishes the sight.

(it really makes no sense)


Hope you guys enjoyed! It’s a bit shorter, but I’m ramping up for some more Kidge interactions next chapter. Also not beta-read, as my lovely reader is on yet another vacation XD.

The Marauders S1 E1 - I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good (act i part ii)

the rest of act i is finally here! sorry for the wait guys, but i’m a lazy twat who keeps getting distracted lmao

by the way, i’d like to thank everyone who read act i part i! every single one of your comments made me smile so hard that it felt like my face was splitting in half! 

if you haven’t read act i part i then here it is 

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To: Wifetron || From: Matt

In light of all the madness that has taken over dashboards and countless tags and too many friggen hours to count, it’s time for your favourite romantic Shitposter to make some declarations. This post is from me to you! Only the entire world of hellsite-tumblr.com gets to read and react to this too. Enjoy everyone ~

@jc-drawings || Woman, there’s not enough words in the English or Polish dictionary to describe the amount of passion, friendship, love, and respect I host for you. Not enough romantically pleasing syllables to enunciate the emotions I feel inside when we flirt and trashingly tease one another. You were my first stable mate on here and someone I’ve come to cherish deeply in the end of our month long companionship we hold now.

You are brillant and sassy and witty as hell. You’re fantastically artistic and I’m always blown away by the doodles and sketches you draw. I admire your brains and talents and I’m always thirsty for more. Your happiness is infectious and your bitter anger is fearsome. You’re not a woman I want to willingly cross but you are someone I’ll fight to the ends of the world to protect. Thank you so much for being a friend and internet wife. I don’t know what I’d be doing without you.


@rebelgirlmatrix1213 || Sweetheart, you’re worth so much more than the countless stars that inhabit the multidimensional galaxies that exist. You’re a force to be reckoned with, a vast pool of potential ever waiting at your fingertips. You’re going to storm the world with your kindness and humour and I’ll get to watch from the sidelines with so much pride. You are my Commander and I am your lieutenant in this shitposting world. I will always have your back.

You will go forth and anything you do it’ll be done so well. You’re compassionate and so caring and so god damn warm in personality it’s absolutely awe-inspiring. You deserve the universe and don’t you ever forget it. I’m sure you won’t becuase you’re just as eloquently intelligent as you are comical. You can do whatever it is you dream to do. I promise.


@leavesoflothlorien || You’re an angel born to shower the world with empathy and humility. You are forged with the finest purities underneath the roughest stone. You take my breath away with just how much you care about humanity - you break and warm my heart with how much compassion drips through your veins. It’s something humanity has lost over the years. Please hold onto this. Don’t lose it too.

Your linguistics is tantalising and I want you to keep pursuing writing. Don’t give up. Look at JK Rowling. She got shot down 10 times over becoming an iconic legend for many many eras to come. Don’t sell yourself short, I promise you’re a luxury item and the rest of the world will one day see it. Keep being you. Take on the world, storm it with your kindness. I believe in you, I believe in you oh so very much.


@camphalfgalra || Darling, remind me never to piss you off. You’re an Amazonian goddess and an unstoppable survivor. Nothing will ever be able to cut you down for long - where one Maria falls ten more takes her place. Believe me when I tell you that anyone can tell your resonance and resilience is unmatched. There is no one like you and never will be again.

You leave me in awe and mild fear with your ability to rule over the very people who tried to hurt you. The strength that runs through your veins.. incredible. It takes a very unique and powerful woman to stand up to consistent death threats and other thing with such flair.

You’re so fucking strong Maria - you’re a breathtaking unstoppable force. Never forget that about yourself. Keep wearing your crown, because hunny it suits you well. I really hope to get to learn more about you and become better friends.


To You Four: Thank you for taking me in. Thank you from the deepest most bottomst parts of my heart for letting me become your friend. You have no idea how much your shaping me, how much you mean to me. You’ve showed me miracles and trials that I’ll never forget. You’ve reminded me what friendship was again, it’s something I’ll never be able to pay you back with. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I hope we’ll be friends for years to come.


To the rest of Wifetron: I’m sure you’re just as incredible, unforgettable, and talented. I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to really meet you and talk with you yet. I hope we can change that soon. But I promise I already have your back if you find yourself in need of a friend. I mean it.

Enjoy!

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You an Kian were having a pool day. He wanted to test out the new float that he bought.

“(Y/n)! Take a picture of me on the Swann float.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. You opened up his snapchat an took a quick picture. Then, you turned the camera around an started messing around on his snapchat.

“Hey you guys! I’m taking over Kian’s snapchat today-”

“(Y/n)! Get off my snapchat!”

You pushed his float further away from the pool and posted the first snap.

“Sorry, Kian was being rude but we’re hanging out by the pool today and it’s really hot here… Like ninety something.”

Kian jumped out of the pool and sat down beside you. You both started taking pictures and posting them for one second so his fans wouldn’t get annoyed.

“We still have snapchats from last night.” Kian laughed and started going through them. Your favorite one was of you two doing the face swap and acting like each other.

“We’re cute.” You mumbled, laying your head on his shoulder. He took a quick picture of him kissing your head and you pouting your lips.

“Hey, we should go get some froyo.”

“Please.”

“So, (y/n) and I got hot so now we’re out here getting some frozen yogurt.”

Kian turned the camera towards you, getting all in your stop.

“Stop.” You mumbled, covering your face.

Kian laughed an posted the snapchat. You both walked into the shop and stood in line.

“I think I want cookie cake batter.” You tapped your chin and gazed at all the choices.

“I’m getting the regular.”

“You always get that.”

“So?”

You laughed an decided on the cookie batter. You an Kian both love piling your yogurts with M&MS, chocolate chips, whipped cream, or anything else that’s sugary. Kian paid for both of the yogurts because he wanted to (but in reality you paid the last five times).

“Let’s sit outside.” Kian said, licking the bottom of his spoon.

“Mhm.” You mumbled, taking a bite.

Kian pulled out his phone, telling you not to take another bite because he wanted to post a picture of snapchat.

“Hey guys. We finally got our frozen yogurt. (Y/n), what did you get?”

You looked up an laughed. “I got cookie cake batter with hella diabetes on top.”

“And that’s it folks, she got hella diabetes.”

You laughed, flicking a M&M at him.

You was scrolling through your Instagram, looking at many of Kian and Jc’s fanstagrams. You laughed at many of the accounts because there were screenshots of your day on there and they would just say that you both was goals. You finally clicked off an fell back into Kian’s arms.

“Let’s say good night to Snapchat.” Kian mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

He opened up his snapchat and put on the flash. “Well, good night you guys. Thank you for watching our day and there will be a video out tomorrow.”

“Night! Love you all!” You smiled into the camera.

Kian blew a kiss and posted on his story. Kian slung his arm around you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“Good night, babe.”

“Good night, sweetie.”

You pulled up your snapchat after Kian fell asleep. You put on the front flash and grinned.

‘Great day with this boy. ❤️’

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Last Goodbyes Series: JC Post-Endgame

To celebrate the end of exams, I have finally completed this series. That in itself deserves a celebration because I actually finished something. *insert shocked reaction here*

This would not have been even contemplated if it wasn’t for all the wonderful readers and reviewers I received when I published ‘A Lonely Night’ as a standalone fi, and everyone pestered me for a prequel. It then turned into a trilogy, because I’m OCD like that. 

A huge, gigantic, cyber-space thank you must go to my wonderful beta @jhelenoftrek (Helen8462 for the fic writing). Her capacity for brainstorming on my stupid ideas is limitless. 


Summary: A Post-Endgame series that sits somewhere between the series end and the Voyager Relaunch Novels. Just what happens when Kathryn Janeway and Chakotay finally end up at Lake George?

Someday (When I stop Loving You)

A Lonely Night

Don’t Make Me Say Goodbye


a/n: You will all have to forgive me for the numerous cold/chilly/freezing/autumn/fall/winter references made in this story. I am Australian, and by default, the thought of snow and actually having winter where one should wear multiple layers is ridiculosuly exciting to me. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any good fanfic to recommend or JC? Thanks !

There are so many good fanfic writers. I would start with @imagineclaireandjamie since it’s several writers and they post everyday which makes it easier to keep track of the stories. Specific fic recommendations are harder and I’m sure that I’ll miss some. @gotham-ruaidh has the Modern Glasgow AU and the Vietnam AU, which are personal favorites. @magnoliasinbloom has Someone to Stay that I absolutely loved and has started a new one that is very intriguing, I can’t think of the fic name. @notevenjokingrightnowfic has the delightful Escape and (Claire)voyance. @kalendraashtar is killing it with her Broken Crown, but go through her master list, her constellation series is beautiful and I would recommend A Lifetime of Her, Stealing Tomorrow, basically everything is good. @abbydebeaupreposts has a great fic called This is Us and that’s still an active story. @westerhos just finished Our Story (still makes me teary). @suhailauniverse has the perfect It’s Always Been Forever. I know there are ones I’m missing. I’ll reblog if I think of others. Anyone else want to add recommendations.

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requested by imm0rtal-ang3l I hope you like it! I finished this a while ago but I forgot to post it aha 😜

“Thanks for talking to me y/n,” jc smiled, “you’re really good with this relationship stuff. You’re right I do love my girlfriend, I should tell her and it doesn’t matter if she’s ready to tell me or not!”

You forced a stiff smile. Jc always came to you for advice about His girlfriend and you always gave him the best you can. Even though it hurt you more every time. You loved Jc, you loved him more than his girl friend ever would. You could never gather the courage to tell him how you felt.

“Hey Jc,” you said after you were sure he was out the door and couldn’t here you, “I love you.”

You walked into your room and changed into your pajamas. Today was a long and depressing day of not being with Jc and you just needed to sleep. You lay in bed with your head full of thoughts. You met his girlfriend once before, she was nice. But she didn’t really seem like His type. She had a squeaky voice and she jumped around and clapped her hands a lot. Too preppy and up in the clouds in your opinion. But he really did seem to love her, and it hurt you more every day, seeing him and having to act like you support his relationship when all you wanted was to be with him.

Eyes filling with tears, you tossed your pillow across the room in frusteration. This hurt like nothing before! “I can’t keep doing this to myself..” You spoke to the darkness, “I need to get over him.” But there was only one way to accomplish that, and thinking of what you had to do sent you to sleep with fresh tears in your eyes.

You woke up the next morning and went on with your day hoping Jc wouldn’t call you. If he didn’t then you wouldn’t have to end your friendship..  You can just avoid him… Right? Around 12 pm your phone rang. “Please please don’t be him…” You checked the ID and groaned loudly, earning glares from others at the library. With hesitation and dread, you picked up the phone. “H…hey Jc.”

“Hi y/n!” His voice was cheerful and excited, “thanks for yesterday! I talked to her and everything is good now. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my-”

“Jc…,” you whispered into the phone?

“Yes?” He asked, “is everything alright?”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “No… I’m sorry.”

Concern filled his voice, “y/n what’s wrong?”

“I can’t… I cantbeyourfriendanymore!” You rushed.

Silence filled the other end, then just as you started thinking he hung up, he said, “what? Why what did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you closed your eyes as tears escaped, “I just can’t do it Jc..” Your voice faded into a sob, “it really hurts and I can’t do it. I have to do this.”

“Y/n what hurts? Did I say something? I’m sorry whatever it is I’m so sorry but don’t stop talking to me!” He sounded desperate, “I… I… I need you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I do its true!” He yelled from the other end, “y/n,” he paused to think.  Is this about my girlfriend?“

You hung up. Shaking your head over and over to srio the tears but they just kept coming. Eventually you gave up on making yourself feel Ok and left the library for home. Once you arrived home you gasped at the fight in front of you.

Jc was sitting at your doorstep with a scared and worried expression. He walked up to you when he saw you. “Tell me why.” He demanded.

"Please leave me alone,” you avoided his eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave me y/n.”

You snapped, “why? I don’t matter! You have your girlfriend!”

His jaw dropped, “this is about her!”

“No!” You sighed, “go away Jc don’t make this any harder.”

You started to walk away but he held your hand and pulled you back. His other hand slipped around your waist and he kissed you. Your eyes widened but out of instinct you kissed him back. You couldn’t deny how good it felt. To finally kiss him like this. You stood in front of your house kissing the boy you loved like there was no tomorrow.

He pulled back, his lips red and he was panting. “Why did you do that!?” You yelled, “you keep making this harder.”

“I wanted to see if my feelings were real.” He admitted, “I’m not sure yet.” He kissed you again, harder this time. “Now I’m sure.” You smiled when he kissed you again. “Your girlfriend…” He frowned, “I don’t feel the same way when I kiss her. I don’t think I do love her y/n.” You draped your arms on his shoulders, “then be with me.” Jc smiled, “that’d be my pleasure.” “