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The Only Exception (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,460

Warnings: language, fluff, hot firemen, drinking, (one) sexual innuendo, sarcasm, advice-giving for sad situations

A/N: Reader is having second thoughts about her new gig. She’s majorly second-guessing herself, and her training, and even her empathy, and I feel for her. Ugh. Also, I have no clue how career firefighters receive dispatches. I tried to research and someone said text alerts are a thing… PS - Thank you for your feedback on the last chapter! I really hope this ficcie continues to make people laugh and cry and react.

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heyyy!! after last week without a chapter update we finally have one today! so for those who don’t have the mangaone app or for those who are mobile blogging and would like to see spoilers for todays update everything is under the cut. there are twelve pages this time, a bit longer than usual. happy reading!

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APWOA: Chapter Six

This is the sixth chapter of A Penny’s Worth of Affections, my Claire / Jamie AU that takes place during WWI!

Ok so I said last time that I would write this chapter more ahead of time, but I am a total liar. Sorry about your long wait, but I did try to make this a little bit longer to make up for that; I hope it was worth the wait!!  

If you’re interested in listening to the two songs that inspired the last chapter and this one, you can listen to them here and here!

Shoutout to @internallydeceased for dealing with my ramblings (and that one moment where I started freaking out because I couldn’t find a voyager quote that I never ended up using) you’re the bomb.com and I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. as well as @bonnie-wee-swordsman who is not only my outer conscience but a great friend; she is just a lovely human being all around and thank you so much for being you! 💛

Seeing as this one is longer than the others, I’m going to cut it a bit early in the chapter, so that it doesn’t get too long on the dashboard. I hope you guys like this chapter, and be sure to let me know what you think. ✨

Previous entries:
Prologue: A Penny ; I. The Red Man ; II. The Blue-Stockings ;
III. Heroic Acts and Twisted Scars ; IV. The Intensity of a Flame ; V. Heartlines


VI. LANGUAGES OF THE HEART

Edinburgh, Scotland

16th June 1914

It was when dawn broke that morning that Claire Beauchamp realized what she had gotten herself into. Traveling with Jamie had not been an unusual juncture—he had taken her many places since their first meeting; these destinations, however, were no more than a few miles from Edinburgh. The where wasn’t what had her sweating profusely as she ran about her room, trying to pack a reasonable amount of items for the venture of the next few weeks. It was the who.

  Jenny Murray, as well as her husband, Ian, were two very prominent figures in Jamie Fraser’s life. He spoke of them daily, telling stories about their relationships with one another. She knew so much about the three of them, in adolescence as well as adulthood, that she felt as if she was an outsider, intruding in on some secretive circle of small-town Scottish folks. Sassenach, indeed.

  Jamie had come to the Inn around noon, taking all of her possessions in his hands and bidding her uncle farewell. Claire also said goodbye to her uncle, kissing his cheek and smiling widely at him. And with that, the pair walked arm-and-arm to the train station. The hustle and bustle around them eased Claire’s nerves a little bit. Jamie noticed her unfocused gaze and smiled slightly, tightening the arm that was looped around her own.

  One of the times he had gone over to the Inn, Uncle Lamb had teased Claire for her unassociated behavior. He had called it then her wandering Wendy gaze, because every time she got this glazed-over look in her eye, Lamb had known she was thinking of the lives of those around her.

  “She likes to insert herself into other situations when she’s under great duress,” Lamb had told Jamie then, leaning forward so as not to catch Claire’s attention. The lady in question was standing by the window, one arm crossed over her torso with the other’s elbow resting on top if it, her fingers pulling at the plumpness of her bottom lip. “When wandering Wendy comes to town, you’ll know it. But I’ve learned, in my experience, that she isn’t aware that she does this. She’s in some kind of dream-like trance, you see.”

  Jamie had nodded, but Lamb wasn’t quite finished. “Have you heard that you’re never supposed to wake a sleepwalker? The same applies in this instance: if you see Claire in this state, you must not try to wake her from her stupor. She usually ends up with more anxiety than she had before Wendy took over. Do you understand?”

  “I do,” Jamie had said solemnly, glancing back over to Claire’s still form by the window.

  Who was she thinking about? He had asked himself presently, watching as she glanced from person to person as if they were apparitions: not truly there, but floating past her on an invisible breeze.

  She followed him into the train willingly, as if she was a dog on a leash, following its owner from one place to the next. Jamie, upon entering their car and making sure their luggage was in the correct overhead compartment, reached for Claire’s cheek. Her eyes were still glazed-over, eyelids fluttering as if she was trying to protect them from something.

  “Who were ye thinking of, Sassenach?” Jamie asked her when she came-to. He didn’t bother sitting beside her on the seat, nor across from her in his own. He was kneeling on the floor, right at her feet, moving his hands to rest just at her knees. “Was it the Lady again?”

  Claire shook her head. “No, I haven’t thought about her for… a long while. I was just thinking about what your sister is like. I’ve heard so much about her.”

  He sensed the underlying fear in her tone, and bid her to continue.

  “It’s nothing, really. Just silly juvenile thoughts,” She dismissed his prodding, meeting his eyes with a smile on her lips that she hoped was reassuring.

  Shaking his head as he took her hands into his own, his eyes softened from steely sapphire to blue silk. “Claire, I must ask something of you.”

  “Anything.”

  Despite his previous statement, he didn’t start with his request. “I understand that this is strange for ye, coming wi’ me to some place that you’ve never heard of, being ‘round people that are so verra different from you. But remember that I am here with ye; you needn’t be scairt of anyone, so long as I’m with ye.”

  She nodded as she looked down at her lap. Their hands had assumed their usual rhythm as she massaged his weaker hand, loosening the kinks and softly cracking his knuckles.

  “But also,” he added, voice heavy with emotion, “You needn’t be afraid of me, either.”

  Looking up from their woven hands, her expression changed to confusion. Her eyebrows drew closer together, the smooth spot in between them creasing deeply. “Who said I was afraid of you?”

  He shook his head, “I’m no’ saying that ye’re afraid of me, Sassenach. I just want you to know that I’ll no’ judge ye, no matter what you tell me. I respect you enough to not pass any judgements on your thoughts, should ye be brave enough to tell me.”

  Claire suspected something was off. “Jamie, what’s wrong? Is there something on your mind?”

  A brief silence overcame them as he stared at their entwined hands. Claire, still kneading his fingers with her own, followed his gaze to his left middle finger, where the lightning scar ran down the middle of it.

  “Before I tell ye this, Claire,” he said after a moment, “I need you to understand that ye won’t see me in the same light ye always have. And that if you wish to depart after all is revealed, I willna stop ye.”

  She squeezed his hand tight, bringing his scarred finger to her lips and placing a soft kiss in the space between his distal and middle phalanxes, right where the bolt of lightning rested on his opal skin. “I can tell you now, James Fraser, my feelings for you will not change. For as I know you now, I’m sure whatever you had done was within good reason.”

  The corner of his mouth turned upward into a smile. Running his thumb over her knuckles, he took a deep breath and began regaling her in his tale.

  It was near to four years ago now. Jamie, in the prime of his adolescence at age sixteen, was still living at Lallybroch with his family. His mother, Ellen, had been pregnant and was nearing the end of her third trimester, growing weaker and weaker by the day. She needed medicinal aid, and with the family being too poor to afford a physician, Brian sent Jamie to obtain it. (As Jamie told her this, Claire made a mental note to research puerperal fever more in-depth, since the symptoms Jamie had described gave her the idea that this had been Ellen’s ailment.)

  He had travelled on horseback to a town a bit far from where they dwelled, close to Fort William (where, Jamie described, English officers still lingered to this day). Brian had told Jamie to obtain the medicines by whatever means necessary, and to Jamie this meant to steal them. So he waited in the wood until nightfall, snuck into the apothecary’s shop, and grabbed an assortment of different vials, unsure of their contents.

  With a bag full of vials on his back, Jamie wandered back into the wood, before being spotted by an officer of the police force. He tried to run from him then, but instead was captured and taken to Fort William. It was there that Jamie had made the acquaintance of one Jonathan Wolverton Randall (who had also gone by the name Black Jack, as she would find out a while later).

  The way Jamie talked about the officer sent chills up her spine. After the fourth or fifth time Jamie had attempted to escape, Randall had decided that the best thing to do would be to essentially destroy his left hand. Seeing as Jamie was left handed, this gave Randall the mindset that if he didn’t have his dominant hand, he could no longer successfully escape. (What a fool, Claire had thought, but didn’t state this comment aloud.) Randall took a nail and drove it into Jamie’s hand with a mallet, nailing him to the table of which he sat. And for a few days, Jamie just sat at the table, staring at his mangled hand. But instead of feeling sorry for himself, he decided he needed to get back to his mother and be with her while he still could.

  One night, while Randall was God knows where, Jamie pulled the nail out of his hand and escaped from the prison, this time being successful. Upon arriving back at Lallybroch a few days later, he was able to see his mother one last time. She, along with the child, had died the night he returned, early in the morning while everyone else was asleep.

  Feeling as if her death was his own fault, Jamie had fled to Edinburgh to stay with his godfather, Murtagh, where he had been ever since.

  “I haven’t seen my family for four years now.” He added, their hands still joined in Claire’s lap. Jamie had moved beside her now, the two of them squished together on the small bench. His closeness left Claire’s heart fluttering in her chest, but she did not act on the multiple impulses that rushed through her body. This was no time for juvenile affections. “My father passed away a year or so ago, from a stroke. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.”

  “I’m so sorry, Jamie,” She murmured, removing one of her hands from his grasp and resting her palm on his cheek. He leaned into it, like a cat being pet behind the ears. For a moment, she thought she heard a purr forming deep in his throat.

  “There’s nothing to apologize for, Sassenach. I’m no but a fool, and a man escaping his past.” He cleared his throat and pulled his own hands from her own, grasping at her wrist tightly. “Do you still see me the same, Claire? Am I still worthy of your affections?”

  “Jamie,” she said forcefully, putting her other hand on the opposing cheek. “From what you’ve told me, you were doing something you thought was right. Maybe not through the best means, but you were trying to save your mother.”

  A moment of silence passed, the only thing filling the empty void was the sound of their heartbeats, drumming together in unison.

  “If anything,” she finally said, scooting closer towards him. “The light from which you shine is much brighter now than it had been before.”


The train ride from Edinburgh to Broch Mordha came and went quickly, mostly due to the fact that Claire slept through the majority of it. After their heart-to-heart, and a brief kissing of cheeks and the wiping of tears, Claire had nestled her head onto Jamie’s shoulder, where it stayed until they had arrived at their destination. And upon getting everything packed into the buggy that Jenny sent for them, they had resumed that position. Jamie, who hadn’t bothered to sleep (for he wasn’t tired in the slightest), decided instead to talk to Claire in her sleep, telling her stories from his youth in the Scottish Gaelic. But after a short while, when he knew her to be too deep in her own dreams to hear him, he started speaking the language of his heart. No barriers would form between them as she slept in his arms.

  Claire had woken a little while into his fervent speech, but decided not to let it be known that this was so. Instead, she nestled closer into his side, trying to keep her breathing even as she listened to the words she didn’t understand. Despite this, however, she knew that she hadn’t heard anything so beautiful in her entire life.

  They neared their destination some hours later. When Jamie had finished his speech and started gazing out the window, Claire decided to voice an inquiry that had been swirling in her mind since the words left his lips.

  “Jamie?” She asked him groggily, running a hand over one of her eyes, feigning drowsiness. “What does mo sorcha mean?”

  Shocked, Jamie turned to face her. Trying to compose himself, instead of asking how she knew he had said that, he smiled shyly as a crimson blush rose to his cheeks.

  “Well, in Gaelic, sorcha means light. That’s your name, ken; it means light, does it not?”

  “Yes, but what about the first part? The mo.”

  His blush grew ever darker. “Well, that means my.”

  My light, she thought to herself. Her eyes welled with tears. “Your light?”

  He nodded, eyes shining brightly. “You are my light, Claire. A shining beacon in the dark sea of my life.”

  “You should write poetry,” she laughed. “Since you speak of such a metaphor.”

  “I do,” he confided in her. “Sometimes.”

  “Would you ever read one to me?”

  Smiling, he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles again. That was one of his favorite things to do, she noted, rubbing his thumb over the bumps on her hands. “Someday.”

  They finally arrived to Lallybroch some time later. Jamie got out first, helping Claire before grabbing her belongings. They started towards the house before realizing someone was watching them. A woman, standing barely to Jamie’s shoulder, stamped quickly towards them, eyes lit in a dark blue flame. Claire noted how regal she looked, despite her short stature, with dark hair pulled into an elegant updo and an outwardly bulging stomach as she was well within her third trimester. The look in her cat-like eyes could kill anyone who dared cross her, and right now, the look was pointed directly at her brother.

  “Where in God’s name have ye been, ye clotheid?!” Janet Fraser Murray demanded angrily. Claire, from her spot standing behind Jamie’s shoulder, thought that if she had gotten any angrier, she might have her child right then and there.

  Jamie, unsure of how to defend himself, said back to her in a soft voice, “I understand that ye’re mad at me, Jenny—”

  “You bet yer arse I’m mad at ye, James Fraser! I dinna see yer face for four years, heard nothing of you but brief testaments on parchment of yer health and well being, only to see you bring along some woman to our ancestral home! You are bloody damn right I’m angry with ye!”

  Claire, unsure whether her presence here was discussed or not, took a step backward towards the buggy, muttering, “Maybe it’d be best if I left…”

  “No, Claire, stay.” Jamie begged, dropping the luggage in his hands and grabbing her wrist, pulling her to his side. “My sister is upset wi’ only me, and shouldna take her fury out on you.”

  Jenny, nostrils flaring, took a deep breath and turned to Claire, nodding in acknowledgement. “Claire, ye said?”

  “That’s right,” Claire nodded, extending her hand towards the angry woman. “Claire Beauchamp, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from your brother.”

  She raised an arched eyebrow skyward but nodded once more, taking Claire’s hand in her own and shaking it promptly. “It’s a pleasure to meet ye, Claire.”

  The noise of the door opening and closing pulled everyone’s attention away from the matter at hand. A man came towards them, wiping his hands on his trousers and smiling broadly.

  “Jamie, lad! Welcome home!” The man said, pulling Jamie into an embrace. Claire smiled at the joy on Jamie’s face at seeing his brother-in-law, but promptly dropped it as she looked back to his sister, whose alabaster face was still shrouded in anger.

  Pulling out of the embrace with his brother-in-law, Ian smiled at Claire politely before picking up some of their bags and making his way to the house. “Why don’t we get ye two settled in, aye? Dinner should be set soon enough.”


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Fanfiction: Don’t you love it
  • Don’t you love it when you get completely invested in a fanfiction’s characters, even the oc ones, and then they just die
  • Don’t you love it when you’re reading a fanfiction that’s 5 years old and was never actually completed and the last chapter ended on a cliffhanger
  • Don’t you love it when a fanfiction was cancelled and the ship that was supposed to appear in the fic never became canon in it as they discontinued the story
  • Don’t you love it when your otp fall desperately in love with each other and then one of them dies
  • Don’t you love it when your otp moves in together and starts living a domestic fluffy life and they buy a pet…then that pet dies
  • Don’t you love it when your otp finally admit their long harbored feelings for each BUT THEN ONE OF THEM LOSES THEIR MEMORY OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT AND THE OTHER IS LEFT COMPLETELY HEART BROKEN! LIKE WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO WRITE THAT YOU LITTLE SHI-
  • Don’t you love it when the main character time travels either to the past or future and everybody they love is dead
  • Don’t you love it when your favourite small bean is in a relationship but it’s abusive and they can’t see that they are being manipulated by the only one they’ve ever loved
  • Don’t you love it when EVERYBODY FUCKING DIES AND IT’S RAINING ANGST FROM THE SKY AS YOU CRY ON THE FLOOR SOAKED IN YOUR TEARS DROWNING IN YOUR MISERY WHAT IS LIFE WHY AM I SUCH A FAILURE I WANT TO DI-
  • Don’t you love it when two characters love each other but they think the other loves someone else so they are stuck looking longingly at the other not realizing they love them back
  • Add on more if you like!

Sooooo… now that they talked to each other and it didn’t escalate and they made up (kind of)… can we perhaps have some fluffy Dad Might to counter all the pain we got in the last few chapters?

Like, Toshinori and Izuku going to jogging together - Toshinori because he wants to get better health-wise and his stamina could need it, and Izuku probably does lap for training every day, anyway.

Or Toshinori and Izuku spending more time together during peaceful times. Izuku sticking to the man because he is so worried after hearing that Toshinori could die, and Toshinori because he finds some strength and hope in Izuku. They end up spending some relaxing time hanging out together, or training together like in old times, and sometimes, when they try to distract each other, they even goof around.

Just… some fluff and happiness, please.

Cold Hands - Chapter 5 (Trixya) - Star

Trixya Victorian AU in which the more time Katya and Trixie spend together, the more they connect.

Hi! Thank you so much for the kind messages on the last chapter, it’s great knowing that you guys are excited to find out where this goes! I hope you guys enjoy! As always, feedback is appreciated!:)

This chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones (and also features a low-key/very low-key smut (????) scene.

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I’m really struggling, guys. I’ve been a loyal member of Team Kaitlyn through book 1 and 2 and kept dating her even through all the chances we had to break up with her. But I think this last chapter might be the last straw. Kaitlyn wasn’t even worried if we had gotten hurt or not… :( At this point, I’m having trouble reconciling the person she is with the person I started dating in Book 1. Unless Kaitlyn performs a miracle of a gesture, I’m on Team Becca now.

anonymous asked:

there's no such thing as mild autism bb. autism is a spectrum with different symptoms all varying in severity. (Also, seeing your description of your issues, you are most likely on the spectrum)

my apologies. we get taught outdated stuff in education regarding neurodevelopmental terms. my teacher was still using add and adhd, rather than adhd with the 3 subtypes. :C 

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about the idea that on the cover with Soma and Ciel there's no Ciel. I mean, no our Ciel. What if it's his brother. And then his pose and reaction to Soma's talking refers to the scene in last chapter- Soma was friendly talking and caring about his health but Ciel was odd.

I think it’s our Ciel since he’s wearing the eye patch:

And I also think that this scene fits for our Ciel. Soma is talking to him even though Ciel doesn’t seem to pay attention to him. That reflects their relationship quite well since Soma stays with Ciel and tries to be his friend even though Ciel doesn’t see him that way. ;)

Sketch of SasuSaku, ep 500
I really wanted to do some ss fanart and express my opinion since the last episode of Naruto Shippuden kinda disapoint me, as always SP doesn’t give a fuck about ss and specially about Sakura (like why would we animate Sakura Hiden, it’s better make fillers of everyone except of the heroine of the series, ejem sarcams). It was sad to see that everyone was in pairs, and then there was Sakura alone. Even if SP doesn’t take it, sasusakunis the main pairing of the series, and they could’t give at least a moment together in the last chapter of the anime. Even of that I’m happy with the Naruhina moment, but also I think that they give them so much attencion, when in the end it is the relationship, about Sasuke and Sakura, the one which have been developing in the whole manga in a romantic way, not Naruhina, which I think is one of the big ships but in a secondary way.
Anyways, I expected more about ss in the anime, and I just have to say my opinion.
(Sorry for my bad english).

If I have time I would finish this WIP these weekend, hope you like it.

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Three questions: are there any bring it on bellarke aus? And I'm looking for a bellarke fanfictiom that is a work in progress and the last chapter I read Clarke and Octavia just reunited and O was angry with her but once she sees her she raise she was hurt by her being left behind? Also a hogwarts AU with Bellamy and Clarke as professors and Bellamy is a werewolf?

firstly, a few friendly reminders for everyone - not targeted at you, anon; it just felt like a good chance to reiterate these guidelines :)

  • as stated on both the faq and asks pages, please limit asks to one request per message (e.g., this should’ve been 3 separate asks). 
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  • also, it may take a loooong time until our admins can complete all parts of your request; the post may end up in the drafts for quite a while
  • we do have an extensive and frequently updated tags page that you can check for your fic needs; chances are, we’ve recommended at least a few that you haven’t read yet!

Bring It On/Cheerleading AUs

Reunion fic: A New Beginning Again

Hogwarts AU: all we need to make it through

NARUTO

The story of Naruto has always been there for me every since I was a kid. The manga has ended and now the anime too has ended (finally no more flashbacks!). It was sad to read the last chapter of the manga and it was also sad to watch the anime end as well. But I will never forget Naruto for what it was. It was a story of a loser who fought for his dream and for his friends. The loser finally earned his respect and friends and was finally able to achieve his dream. The story taught me that no matter how much of a loser you are, don’t ever give up on your dreams and work hard for it. Masahi Kishimoto-sensei, thank you for giving us Naruto. And finally Naruto, goodbye and thank you.

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