aye i had fun doing this

Monsta x as Scottish Tweets (requested)
  • Shownu: 14 year old captioning selfies like “i took a pill in ibiza” no Elizabeth you took a paracetamol in spain because you had heatstroke, behave
  • Wonho: My maw gets so jel when i do anything fun like no ma fault am oot snorting lines n shaggin nines and you have to stay home and bake a lasagna
  • Minhyuk: why are boys so nasty to girls n think they're pure legends for it hahaha jokes on u when ur wanking into a sock
  • Kihyun: a canny deal wae materialistic ppl, your boyfriend bought you a louis vuitton bag? aye well mine bought me a kfc n i can tell you who is happier hen
  • Hyungwon: Asked the burd in krispy kremes for 5 nutella donuts and she says “have you got any nut allergies” aye pal am planning suicide by donut
  • Jooheon: The police came to ma door and told me ma dugs were chasing people oan bikes...ma dugs don't even have bikes
  • I.M: Pensioners just love gettin on buses when its roastin n shuttin aw the windaes, aww yes boil me alive Agnes, beat me wae a ladle and call me lentil soup
A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 10

I feel like I say this with every chapter, but Ish and I enjoy this AU so much. It’s helped keep us sane in crazy days of stress and confusion and all sorts of things. Hope you like this chapter!

Catch up on all previous installments on my Master List

Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 4

Things were definitely beginning to change inside her body. She could feel it, even as she watched the changes. Her belly was beginning to really grow now, no longer appearing as if she’d eaten too much. Some mornings she would steal Jamie’s phone before he woke and flip through the photos he had of her belly. There were only a few of them, since they’d found out late, but he kept them in their own folder in his phone.

That was one of the best things about this situation. No matter how she was feeling, how many times she’d thrown up, or how many evenings she fell asleep halfway through her meal, he was happy. He was overjoyed to watch her grow.

She wasn’t getting as sick this month, though it still happened. Jamie was so good about making sure whatever had triggered her sickness didn’t make it onto the grocery list for that week.

He came home, several bags of groceries in his hands and a small bundle of flowers.

“You’re going to spoil me, Jamie Fraser. If you’re not careful, I’ll start expecting flowers every month.”

With a wink and a kiss on her cheek, he went to set the bags down. As he put their groceries away, she set the roses up in the vase where the previous three had been.

“Four roses for four months,” he said, coming up behind her. “Because I love ye more than my own life and I thank ye for carrying my bairn.”

The following day, she went to work as she usually did, armed with a cool water bottle and several frozen washcloths to help keep her cool. She’d had an idea brewing in her mind, but she hadn’t figured out how to execute it yet.

Jamie had done so much for her, given up so many things for her, and steadfastly held true since before she had moved out and back (if she was honest with herself), and she wanted to figure out what she could do for him. He wasn’t a materialistic man, he didn’t need things. She wanted to do something else, take him somewhere closer to home, but still have it feel like a getaway.

There were quite a few options that they could afford that were nearby, but she hadn’t been able to make a concrete decision yet. As she finished her shift, she watched a young family wander through the gardens. The man and woman held hands as they walked, their eyes content as they looked at each other. Their little girl toddled around them, eager to explore everything around her. Both parents looked at their child with such tenderness and fondness that Claire felt tears pricking her eyes.

The whole drive home, the image of the young family played in her mind’s eye. When she walked in the door, she stared around the front room with her mouth open. She wasn’t a messy person by nature, but with her odd cravings at times, she ate food just about everywhere. Jamie never complained about it either, which was comforting. Frank had hated if she’d had a snack somewhere other than the kitchen table.

But the entire apartment, from what she could see, was spotless. The carpet was freshly vacuumed, she could still see the lines in it, and everything had been dusted. When she put her bag down and headed into the kitchen for the extra washcloth Jamie kept frozen for her, she noticed that he’d even mopped and wiped down the counter. The bathroom was also probably wiped down and scrubbed as well, if he’d gone to this much trouble.

He was moving about the kitchen as if some exciting tune was playing that only he could hear. As he did, he hummed something she didn’t recognize. Sometimes when he was in a really good mood, he’d hum or chant something he’d heard growing up in Scotland. Given the cadence she thought this thing he was humming might be along those lines.

A pot sat on the stove, Jamie stirring its contents. She thought she smelled chili powder, but wasn’t sure. He had a few other bowls sitting out on the counter filled with a few different things and she realized what he was making. Meatless taco salad. It was something he’d tried a few weeks back and she’d loved it. None of the things in it had made her sick or given her heartburn.

Watching him swaying to his own music, an overwhelming sense of fondness flooded her and she began weeping.

“Claire?” He turned suddenly, surprised to see her standing behind him and noticed the tears flowing down her cheeks. “Christ! Are ye alright lass?! The bairn?”

Unable to form words, she just stared at his blurry image and wept.

“Is it something in the kitchen bothering ye? I thought it was alright last time and ye liked it so much… If it’s too much I can make something else.”

“No! No don’t do that!” she said, suddenly finding the words. “It’s just… You’re such a good man, Jamie. I know you had training at work today and you still had the time to come home and clean our whole apartment and make dinner. I just… I’m just…”

When the words fled from her mind again, she reached for him and brought his lips down to hers. He was surprised at first, but quickly melted into her embrace and returned it.

“I love you too, mo chridhe,” he whispered when she let him go. “Are ye sure the bairn’s alright?”

“Yes,” she said, spreading her hand over the small swell. “We’re both alright. I was just a little emotional. These goddamned bloody hormones. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, laughing, and went back to them stove.

“Dinna apologize for that, Sassenach. It comes wi’ the territory of you being wi’ child.”

She smiled. “How long until dinner is ready?”

“Only a few more minutes. Just need to heat the beans and corn back up and throw it all together.”

The idea that had been forming in her mind came suddenly to life and she knew what she needed to do.

“Alright. I just have a few things I need to do on the computer.”

Before she turned away, he took two steps toward her and stole another kiss.

Sitting down at her desk, she opened up her laptop and began researching Lake Mead. It was about an hour from their apartment and would be a perfect thing for them to do. They could get away without really going anywhere and have some time just to themselves. She knew Jamie would love it.

Friday night, she snuggled up to him and began playing with the hairs on his chest.

“Have you any plans this weekend?”

“Ah… No, I dinna think so. Why?”

“What if we went to Lake Mead for the day tomorrow?”

Craning his neck, he looked down at her, brows raised.

“Oh? For the day? We dinna have a boat.”

“No, but we can rent one.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Aye, I’d like that verra much, Sassenach. Thank ye.”

“Well, this is sort of my way to say thank you actually. You’ve done so much for me since I told you I was pregnant. You’ve taken such good care of me, so I’ve got a whole day planned for us.”

“Have ye now? Been planning this for some time, then?”

She shrugged.

“Not really. It’s been brewing in my head for a while, but it only just fell into place.”

“I look forward to seeing what ye’ve planned for us, then.”

With a smile, she hugged him tightly and relaxed into sleep.

The following morning, she packed a few things into a large bag and they drove out to Lake Mead. They picked up their rental boat and Jamie set out to find a spot of beach just for them. It was hot, but being out on the lake was more fun than she’d expected. She stayed under the awning with him while he drove the boat around.

He looked good out here, dressed only in his swim trunks as he’d shed his shirt as soon as they’d gotten on the boat. She wore the only swimsuit she owned, but had put his shirt on over it.

“It’s a beautiful day,” he said, staring out at the blue water.

“It really is. I was worried it might rain, but it looks like the sky has cleared up.”

“Aye. Thank ye, Sassenach. This is a verra nice thing to do.”

They ate lunch on the beach, laying out on the towels she’d brought with them. It was too hot to be too near each other, but they were comfortable this way.

“We canna make love on a public beach, can we?” he asked some time later.

Claire snorted.

“This corner might be secluded, but it’s not that secluded. See?” she nodded to someone flying by on a jet ski.

He sighed.

“Someday I want to take ye somewhere and make love to ye on a beach.”


“Dinna ken. Something I’ve never done and I suspect ye havena either. Always thought it would be verra romantic to do that.”

She smiled at him.

“You really are a romantic at heart, aren’t you?”

“Aye, maybe I am. Ye said ye had other plans for us today?”

“I do. We’ll need to head back soon so I can get started on our dinner.”

Nodding, he helped her up and gathered her into his arms for a very thorough kiss.

“Then let’s return the boat and head home.”

On the drive back, she dozed off a little. Jamie woke her when they got back to their apartment.

“Can I help ye wi’ the meal?”

“No, you can’t. Go and read or watch TV or something. It’s my turn to appreciate all that you’ve done for me.”

Pursing his lips, he grunted and went to the couch to read. She got to work on a full dinner for him. Pan-seared steaks, his favorite garlic mashed potatoes, and cheesy broccoli. The last time he’d had cheesy broccoli had been over a month before and it had ended with her vomiting in the bathroom. But she knew how much he’d loved it, so she made it for him.

When the meal was all done, she set the table and looked proudly at all she’d done.

“Christ Sassenach, this looks amazing!”

“I hope so. It’s all your favorites.”

“And the cheesy… Claire, ye dinna need to cook things ye canna eat.”

Shaking her head, she motioned to his seat and he took it.

“This is something you like, Jamie. I wanted to do this for you.”

“It isna fair for me to eat it and you to-”

“I made you these bloody cheesy broccoli to say thank you, damn it! Will you not just eat them?!”

He blinked and looked down sheepishly.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Sassenach. I appreciate that ye made them for me.”

“Good. Now eat up. I have one last thing planned for tonight.”

After they finished, Jamie insisted that she leave the dishes for him to take care of the next day. Reluctantly, she agreed.

“So what are we to do next? Dessert, perhaps?”

The glint in his eye made her giggle a little.

“Maybe later. How are your shoulders?”

He moved them stiffly, as if his shirt didn’t fit him quite right.

“Still sore. But no’ so bad as they were a few days ago. Ye’ve a good touch.”

“Lie down on the bed. Take off your shirt and trousers.”

As he did, she caught the wince he tried to hide. No matter what he did, all of the tension and soreness from his work ended up in his broad shoulders. He lay down on their bed arms folded beneath the pillow she’d moved for him.

“I’m glad we did this today,” she said, running her hands up his back.

He shivered a little, gooseflesh rippling over him

“Aye, me too. It’s always good to get away wi’ you. Helps to get away from the city and the strip. Sometimes I think…”

Squeezing the bottle of oil, which she’d gotten specifically with this in mind, onto his back, she began to work it into his muscles.

“Think what?”

“You’ll think I’m daft.”

“I live with you. I already know you’re daft.”

One blue eye opened a crack to glare at her. She smiled at it and started digging her fingers into his tense back.

“Weel now I’m no’ gonna tell you.”

“Please? I like to hear what you’re thinking.”

A knot in his lower back gave way and he let out a deep sigh.

“Weel… Sometimes I find myself thinking that if the whole world fell away, I would be alright. Because I have you.”

Again, she felt tears in her eyes.

“Oh Jamie, that’s very sweet. I couldn’t think you daft for that.”

“Thank ye, Sassenach.”

Working slowly, she released the knots in his lower back and middle back before reaching his shoulders. His breathing was slow and even, but he wasn’t asleep. She climbed onto the bed and held herself above him to get a better angle.

Putting as much pressure into her hands as she could, she compelled the knots to release. Closing her eyes, she imagined the muscle held beneath his skin. She thought of how they should look, how they should feel, how they should move. Kneading and pressing in the places her hands told her, she continued until she felt the tightness give. Jamie let out a mighty gasp, his body flinching beneath her.

“Oh… Claire that…”

“Did it work?”

“Aye, lass. It worked verra well. I dinna think my shoulders have felt this good in weeks.”

With a pleased smile, she got off the bed.

“Good! That was the whole point of doing this, after all.”

Jamie rolled onto his back, staring up at her. His eyes drooped, but they glittered with desire and mischief.

“Though, now that ye have me thinkin’…”

Claire snorted, already opening the bottle of oil again.

“What? Are you going to tell me your cock has a certain stiffness as well?”

He smirked at her and shook his head.

“It doesna yet. But I think other bits of me could use yer touch.”

As she looked his body over, she thought it would be most enjoyable to start from the bottom and work her way up, skipping sensitive areas. With the majority of his body now covered in oil, she felt her own desire stirring. How could someone be so perfectly formed? In the waning light of the room he looked like a sculpture of a Greek god, in the living flesh.

Her eyes darted down to his crotch and she smiled. Living flesh indeed. Flesh that she needed to feel. Hands back on his chest, she made the mistake of looking up to meet his eyes.

She was drawn to him by some invisible force. He made no move for her and said nothing. Yet he compelled her to bring herself closer. Was it the eyes? Perhaps. But it was also more than that, as if his soul was calling to hers and it was calling back.

Before she even realized how close to him she was, her mouth found his. Both of his arms came around her waist then and pulled her up onto the bed. Feeling his body beneath hers shortened her breath.

At some point, he’d begun to pull her jeans off. Forcing herself to get off him for a moment, she stood and finished what he’d started. Jamie was not one for remaining idle, though. Hopping to his own feet, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

His skin was smooth to her hands, oiled as it was. She couldn’t help but smile when his hands found her buttocks, squeezing them excitedly. Then he pushed her panties off before removing his boxers.

“I must have ye now, Claire,” he said, voice strained with his desire.

“Then have me,” she answered.

He brought her back into his arms and began to tug at her shirt. She shied away from him, pulling it back down. His brow furrowed at her, eyes narrowing in question.

“Just leave it.”

“And no’ see your beautiful body in all it’s naked glory? I think not, Sassenach. Off wi’ it.”

Reaching for it again, he had her stomach exposed before she started to pull it back down. For a moment, she thought about insisting, but that would lead to questions. Instead, she lifted her arms so he could take the last bit of covering from her.

He laid her down on their bed, pausing briefly to kiss her stomach. Then he moved back up to kiss her lips.

“Thank ye, Claire, for all you’ve done today. Taking me out for a day on the lake, cooking me a verra fine dinner, even wi’ things ye couldna eat. And then ye tend my body? I’ve never kent a woman like you.”

“I don’t think there’s ever been a woman quite like me before,” she sighed before stroking his face. “Or a man quite like you.”

“I’m glad I found ye.”

She opened her mouth to say something back, but was cut off by his sudden thrust. Whatever she’d done to help relieve the tension in his back and shoulders had clearly made him feel better. He moved with a frenzy she hadn’t felt in some time, like he was making love to her for the first time.

Her legs couldn’t lock around him, constantly slipping off his body from the oil as much as his vigor. She let her head fall back onto the pillow. His lips visited her neck, biting gently. Her back arched off the bed in response, hands clawing at his back uselessly as they slipped and slid against his skin. Lifting her head up, she bit his neck in kind, spurring him to rear up and continue his merciless attack on her body, hands exploring every piece of her as she did the same.

Overwhelmed by the animalistic feelings aroused in him, he pushed on, growling into Claire’s ear, “Ye’re mine, mo nighean donn. Now and forever, yer mine.”

He gripped her hips to hold her body in position while he continued on. The end was coming nearer, her body preparing for that release it needed desperately. Taking a grip on his hair, she pulled him back down to her and bit his shoulder hard to mute her scream. Then he too cried out, his own body bucking against hers.

They lay together for several minutes, neither able to move after the climax faded. Jamie gave her a very sweet kiss before rolling onto his side. She curled up in his arms, observing the bright red mark she’d left him.

“Sorry about that one,” she said quietly, poking it.

He hissed a little.

“Dinna fash. Was worth a little pain to hear ye squeak like that.”

With a contented sigh, she pressed her ear to his chest and let his steady heartbeat sing her to sleep.


The following night, Jamie was nudged awake by his wife. Grunting, he forced his eyes open.

“Are ye alright?” he mumbled. “The bairn?”

“We’re alright. Would you mind… Maybe going and getting us some hot wings?”

“Are ye daft? I dinna even ken what the time is.”

With a heavy sigh, he looked at the clock on her bedside table.

2:31 AM

“Wings? Ye want hot wings? Now?”

She smiled sheepishly.

“Pregnancy cravings?”

“If ye start craving pickles wi’ yer ice cream, I’m moving out,” he said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “But if it’s hot wings ye need, it’s hot wings ye’ll get.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“Anything for you.”

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he tried to ignore the clock inside his car. He drove around for nearly half an hour until he found a place that was open and sold hot wings. As he pulled up to the window, his phone buzzed.

Hello darling. Could you maybe pick up some cheesy chips too? Thank you!

The speaker squacked and a woman yawned.

“What can I get you?”

“I’d like an order of hot wings and cheesy chips, please. Thank ye.”

“One order of hot wings and one order of nachos. That’ll be-”

“No, miss. I’m sorry. I mean cheese fries.”

“Hot wings, nachos, and cheese fries. That’ll be…”

Jamie rolled his eyes. He was too tired to argue with the woman at three in the morning.

He tripped several times as he went up the stairs to their apartment, but he kept the food from dropping. She was in bed, wiggling like an excited puppy. Her nose flared when he walked in.

“Did you get nachos too?”

“I forgot to say cheesy fries rather than cheesy chips, so she thought I meant nachos. But I got you proper chips too.”

Laying out a napkin on the bed, she pulled the things out of the bag and began shoveling them into her open mouth, still wiggling happily.

“Why did it take you so long?” she asked, licking hot sauce from her fingers.

“It isna easy to find a place that sells hot wings at three in the morning.”

When she smiled at him, he sighed and wiped the sauce from her chin.

“You’re a good husband.”

His heart leapt, hearing her say that, though he chose to keep that feeling to himself. Instead, he stole a cheesy and slightly spicy kiss from her.

“Here,” she said, setting the nachos out. “Share with me.”

“I wouldna dream of taking a pregnant woman’s late night cravings,” he said with a chuckle.

“Well this pregnant woman is sharing them with you. You went out at three in the morning to get them for me.”

With a nod, he gave in and split the nachos with her. They weren’t bad, he thought. When she finished, he gathered up the wrappings and took them to the kitchen trash.

Despite how tired he was now, the look of satisfaction on her face was worth it. He slid back into bed beside her and held her close. Her breath smelled like all the things she’d just eaten, but he didn’t mind.


After she showered in the morning, she went out to breakfast. Jamie beamed at her and kissed her cheek.

“Morning, Sassenach. Sleep well?”

“Very. Thank you for going out last night.”

“Dinna fash. Glad I got ye what ye needed. Oh! And it’s Monday. Ready for yer weekly photo?”

She was a little surprised he wanted to take it right now. It was usually something he did after he got home in the evenings.

“Oh, um… Sure, I guess.”

Going to the same spot she always stood in, she tentatively lifted her shirt to expose her growing belly. It felt heavier somehow, like a lead weight had settled in her stomach.

“Look at ye! Finally looking verra pregnant. Christ, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”

Verra pregnant.

Those words echoed through her mind all through her classes that day and through her short shift at the gardens. She’d known that she would get bigger, of course, she wasn’t stupid. But she wasn’t sure she liked how she was starting to look now.

She was nursing a mug of tea when Jamie came home.

“Sorry I’m home late,” he said, locking the door behind him.

“It’s alright. I just had some leftovers for dinner.”

“Are ye alright?”

She finished the tea and nodded.

“Yes, we’re both doing just fine.”

As she reached to put her mug in the sink, Jamie made a move to feel her stomach. It was something he’d done regularly since finding out about the baby. But with her newfound discomfort, she shied away from him, backing into the wall.

A hurt expression moved over his face before he stepped back. Unable to meet his eyes, she maneuvered around him to her desk to attempt studying while he ate his own leftovers for dinner. When they went to bed that night, she chose to wear a long night dress. It felt a little old fashioned, but the cut of it hid the new shapes of her body.

Jamie observed her new sleeping outfit with lifted brows, but he didn’t say anything. He only gathered her into his arms and held her as they went to sleep. She let him rest his hands on the bump, the deep-seated awful feeling she had at pulling away from him before tugging at her heart. She knew the coming days and months would bring more changes. All she could hope, for now, was that she’d grow to accept and embrace them.

Happy Valentine’s Day @fairytalesandtimetravel!!! I had so much fun talking to you this month, though I apologize for how infrequent it got as the school year decided to slam everything down on me. Now this is a bit more St. Patrick’s Day than Valentine’s, but I loved your prompt and pulled in some of my own experiences as well ;)

“Doesn’t this country know it’s summer?” Emma grumbled as she pulled her beanie more snugly around her ears.

Her new beanie, made with genuine Irish wool (dyed green, since Mary Margaret said it matched Emma’s eyes), because it was the end of June and Emma had foolishly believed that she could wear summer clothes on this trip around the British Isles.

But apparently Ireland hadn’t received the message that the summer solstice had passed two days before; the rolling green hills were capped with low-hanging gray clouds, blocking any sunshine from warming the air. Everyone had bought out the gift shop’s supply of wool sweaters and scarves the night before, after the news report that the next few days were sure to be more of the same. As she dubiously eyed the path up to the castle, Emma had yet to decide if there was a constant drizzle or if it was just that foggy, but either way the weather was chilly and damp.

And the most infuriating thing of all? The island still managed to be one of the most beautiful places she’d ever been to.

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House Party (Mark Lee x Reader)

Ay! Ay! Ayyyyyy! Ya girl is finally making her summer comeback and what better way to kick it off than to bless everyone with some Mark Lee?! I am beyond excited for this scenario, it’s fluffy…it’s hilarious (if I do say so myself). Prepare for some slightly (lol nah) tipsy adventures as Mark and you are invited to you first ever college house party! Hang on tight kiddies and enjoy!!!


p.s. hAve SAFE FUN PLS!

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

Sure, Mark had reassured you numerous times that he knew what kind of party you were going to; said that he knew the people throwing it, that it was going to be small. But as you parked along the street of the glittering house whose lawn was strewn with toilet paper and beer cans, you began to doubt him.

All throughout the week, Mark had tried to beg and convince you to go with him to the party his older friends in college were throwing on Friday night. You’d come up with valid excuses, but Mark was persistent and was never one to give in.

“Come on, ______…,” he would whine, tugging on your fingers like he knew how much you enjoyed his attention.

You would blush and roll your eyes, “But there will be alcohol right? We could get in trouble…”

He’d stand in front of you with a frown, “______, you and I both know that wouldn’t be our first time drinking.”

Yeah, but that was at your house…”

And so the arguing would go on until you finally caved and told him you would go with him, as long as he would be with you the whole time. You didn’t know any of these people, and you’d heard enough horror stories to know that some people’s intentions weren’t always as pure as they appeared.

“Damn,” you heard Mark whisper from the driver’s seat, neck craning to look up all three stories of the bed and breakfast looking house. “Looks like it’s a frat house.”

“Is that guy naked…?,” you squinted up at a window to see the distinct backside of a boy.

“Well would you look at that,” he laughed, completely unfazed by the public nudity. “Johnny wasn’t wrong when he said these parties get crazy.”

You remained silent, sliding out of Mark’s car as he turned off the ignition and handed you his keys, winking at you, “Hang on to these for me?”

“Sure,” you nodded, blushing as you slid them into the handy pockets of your skirt. “So who’s party is this again?”

“It’s Johnny’s,” Mark grinned, walking with you up the steps of the house, which probably would look nice if it hadn’t been for all the toilet paper and cans everywhere.

“Have I met him before?,” you asked, wracking your brain for a face to the name.

“I don’t think so,” he said, knocking on the door. “I’m sure he’ll like you though.”

You nodded, the door whipping open suddenly as a rather tall boy leaned against the door frame, his hair falling into his eyes as he grinned, “If it ain’t my boy Mark! How’s it going, kid?”
They exchanged a hand shake, and clapped each other on the shoulder obnoxiously before the boy looked over at you, “And who’s this cutie, Mark?”

“Johnny, meet ______,” Mark smiled, nudging you forward. “_______, this is Johnny.”

You smiled, holding out your hand, “Nice to meet you-”

“C'mere,” Johnny grinned, obviously drunk as he clumsily pulled you into his chest. He spoke to Mark over your head in a sad attempt to whisper, “She’s a keeper, Markie. Wifey material.”
Mark was stuttering incoherently as you blushed, Johnny releasing you with a grin, “Go free, my little high school lovebirds. Drink to your hearts content, knock before going into rooms, and don’t let my boy Taeil sell you anything. Got it?”

Seconds later, the older boy had pulled the two of you into the chaos of the house head first. You instinctively laced your fingers with Mark’s, who looked down in surprise at your joined hands before meeting your equally shocked gaze.

You had to lean close to his ear in order for him to hear you, stuttering, “C-can I hold your hand? I don’t want to lose you.”

Mark looked down at you in reassurance, his grip tightening, “Of course you can.” He could tell you were nervous, knowing the moment you got alcohol in your system you would loosen up. “Wanna get something to drink?”

You nodded, thinking why the hell not. You were at your first college house party, might as well make the most of it. You allowed Mark to guide you through the crowd, the base thumping and rattling the windows as people danced and talked. The smell of smoke and something stinky was wafting through the air, people sitting on couches and smoking out of bowls and pipes as they faded into their high.

You gawked at everything, feeling completely overdressed in your skirt where other girls were wearing booty shorts, torn jeans, and low cut shirts. You looked down at your green croptop, which you earlier thought might have been too risqué. You laughed at yourself now as Mark tugged you towards a table with various bottles of hard liquor and plastic shot glasses.

Your eyes widened, but Mark looked over at you excitedly, “Wanna do shots with me?” He didn’t even wait for an answer, picking the closest bottle and pouring a generous amount in each cup before handing you one, “On the count of three?”

You grinned, remembering the first time you’d snuck some of Mark’s parent’s liquor when they were out. You’d done it like this too, it made you feel so nostalgic. You nodded, “On three.”

The two of you both counted down before knocking the shots back like champs, not without a fit of laughter and coughs afterwords. Unable to stop yourselves, you convinced each other to take at least two more before the effects started to kick in.

“Here,” Mark slurred, handing you a cup after pouring himself one. “It’s Jungle Juice. Whoever loses rock, paper, scissors has to drink.”

You pouted up at him, taking a step closer and grabbing his cheek, “Markie, you know I’m a lightweight, are you trying to make me throw up?” You felt so much braver when you were buzzed, and definitely touchier.

“Nuh-uh, _______,” Mark shook his head before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. Normally you would have been embarrassed and pulled away, but you actually leaned closer, smiling lazily as Mark grinned down at you, “Best two out of three?”

“Fine,” you said, holding out your fist as the two of you dueled it out.

You lost.

“Drink,” he smirked.

Mark lost.

“Tip it back, baby,” you grinned.

You lost.

“I win,” he whooped, spinning the both of you around. “Chug both of ours!”

Fine,” you exasperated, like drinking was a chore. In your clear subconscious you knew it was a bad idea, but drunk you wanted to impress Mark. So you tipped back your red solo cup full of Jungle Juice and coughed before Mark held his own drink to your mouth, his eyes homing in on your lips.

You came up feeling dizzy, resting your head on his shoulder as he swayed to the music, “Markie can we sit for a second?”

“Sure, want me to carry ya?,” he slurred, already picking you up through your protests. God was smiling down at you as Mark successfully plopped down on the couch, situating your legs across his lap as you leaned into the cushion.

You blinked heavily and held your hand out to Mark, “Hold my hand, please.”

“Why, I’m right here, _______,” he laughed, taking your hand anyway.

“You owe me, you big butt head,” you groaned, letting your head flop down on his shoulder, “It’s your fault I’m this drunk in the first place.”

He let his head rest on yours, and you swore you felt lips on your forehead, as he grinned, “You’re having fun though right? I only care about you having fun, ______, okay?”

You laughed and raised your head, the drunken truth spilling from your lips like a fountain, “Don’t say those things, Mark Lee! Sometimes I think you like-”

“_______! Mark!,” a familiar voice shouted, making the two of you look up as God interceded on your drunken behalf once again.

Someone collapsed beside you, and you had to squint before you realized it was Johnny. You felt more excited than you would have been, “Johnnyboy! Look, Mark, it’s Johnny!”

“Woah, Johnny, whatcha doin’ here?,” Mark laughed, high fiving the older boy.

“What’re you talkin’ bout,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his cup. “This is my party you drunk little punk.”

“Hey,” you said, eyes widening in realization as you leaned in towards Johnny. “You hugged me earlier!”

“Hey! So I did,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “You were so cute I couldn’t resist.”

From next to you, Mark shook your shoulder,  pouting, “I hugged you earlier too, ______…”

“Yeah, but Johnny hugged me first, Markie,” you explained, bopping him on the nose and tracing his bottom lip as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“Wanna ‘nother hug?,” Johnny interjected, pulling you away from Mark’s wounded expression.

You were confused as to why Mark looked so hurt, but quickly forgot as Johnny pulled you into his chest again, “You know, you don’t look like a high schooler, _______.”

“What?,” you said, quirking an eyebrow as you took another sip from your cup.

“Yeah, girl, all my friends think you’re hot,” Johnny grinned, pointing to an especially attractive looking dark haired boy with veins for days. “Especially Taeyong, wanna meet him?”

“Um,” you blinked, trying to process his words. “Sure?”

Johnny grinned and whistled, catching Taeyong’s attention as the other boy weaved in and out of people like a lion stalking his prey through the grass. For some reason, as Taeyong sat down, you felt nervous for the first time.

“Taeyong, this is ______. She’s Mark’s friend,” Johnny spoke into his cup as he took another gulp.

The new arrival turned his dark gaze on you as he smiled surprisingly sweetly, holding out his hand, “Hey, I’m Taeyong.”

You took his hand, “I’m _______, but Johnny already told you that.” You blushed and Taeyong smirked, he was intimidatingly attractive, almost unreal.

To your surprise he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you closer, leaning in as he spoke, “Who did you come here with, baby girl?”

“I-I…,” you leaned away slightly, feeling like this wasn’t okay for some reason as you thought of Mark. “I came here with Mark.”

“Do you want to leave with him?,” Taeyong murmured in your ear, his hand wandering to the exposed skin of your thigh, tracing the hem of your skirt. “Or maybe…me?”

You stood up suddenly, wrenching yourself from his grip, “N-no, thank you. I need to find…” Who did you need to find? Why did it matter in the first place? Mark wasn’t your boyfriend, couldn’t you have fun with other boys?

Something didn’t feel right though.

You walked over to the drink table, feeling guilty as you took another drunken shot, knowing that you were already past your limit. You remembered Mark’s hurt expression and felt the need to find him. That’s who you needed to find, Mark.

You stumbled through the kitchen, finding yourself completely dizzy as you used the walls to support your weight while you walked. You called out for him, “Mark! Mark Lee! Where the hell are you?”

“You’re lookin’ for Mark?,” a boy with dyed orange hair and broad shoulders asked, taking a drag off a sketchy looking rolled cigarette.

“Yeah,” you squinted up at him as he looked down at you with a calm and amused expression. “Have you seen him? I need to say I’m sorry and give him his keys!” After saying that, you reached into your pocket and pulled out his keys, looking astounded at the fact they were there.

The older boy tucked them back into your pocket before taking you square by the shoulders and pointing to a screened door, “He’s on the porch acting emotional.”

“Thank you…,” you turned and waved at him, realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Doyoung,” he smiled, nudging you along. “Now go apologize to your friend and give him his keys. They’re kind of important.”

You nodded and stumbled slash fell through the door, startling Mark where he sat on the steps of the porch, “________?”

“Oh, Mark!,” you cried, collapsing on the ground as your legs gave out. Tears forming in your eyes as you crawled toward him, dizzy as can be. “Mark I need to tell you something.”

He didn’t seem all that mad anymore, rather amused actually, and maybe a little bit more sober than he was earlier, “And what’s that?”

You took his hand and kneeled in front of where he sat, eyes downcast as you murmured, “I’m…I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I have your keys too…”

“What do you mean?,” he said, tilting his head at you apology as you unceremoniously dropped his keys in his lap.

Your slurred words sounded pitiful when combined with your disheveled apparence and pink cheeks, “When I said Johnny hugged me first and then you got upset.”

Mark blushed, his face turning red as he remembered why he had come out here in the first place, “O-oh, I-I…”

“Mark,” you spoke quietly, looking up at him and cupping his cheek so he had to look at you.

“I really, really like you. I like you more than a friend. Like a girl likes boy kind of like.”

“What?,” he was completely shell shocked that those words even came out of your mouth. “_______ you can’t be serious.”

Your vision began to blur because of the tears, “You don’t believe me? Mark, I’ve always liked you! And I would know I liked you if I was drunk or not.”

“You like me,” he said quietly, leaning towards you slightly, as if double checking he heard right.

You felt angry, grasping him by the front of his shirt and pulling him even closer, “Yes, you giant idiot!”

And like that, one moment you were yelling at him, the next he was kissing you sloppily, the alcohol in your systems preventing you from being properly coordinated. Your eyes spun with stars before they finally sunk close and you felt Mark’s hands come up to cup your face as you pulled him closer by his shirt. You could taste the shots you’d taken earlier with him, which made you grin against his lips.

He pulled away with a laugh, one of his laughs, “What was that for?”

“Nothin’,” you smiled, about to kiss him again before he stopped you. “What?”

“I like you too,” he smirked, seeing how surprised you looked.

“You do?,” you gasped, clambering up into his lap and taking his face in your hands. “You’re not messin’ with me?”

“Hmmm,” he simpered, contemplating his words as he pushed your hair behind your ear. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not…”

“Mark,” you whined, hitting him on his chest as he cackled again.

“I’m just joking,” he smiled, looking up at you through his drunken haze with adoration. “Can I kiss you again?” Seeing you still pouting, he nuzzled into your neck, “Please?”

You giggled as his hair tickled you, “F-fine!”

Mark smirked again, making your heart race as he captured your lips with more confidence this time, his hands grasping your hips softly as you kissed him back. It was like the loud music and people yelling inside had all but ceased to exist, the only sensation you felt through your drunken gaze was Mark’s taste, smell, and touch. You didn’t need anything else.

It felt like you’d been making out for hours, your lips feeling bruised from where Mark had been sneaky enough to bite them. Said boy pulled you to your feet and took your hand, “Wanna get some more to drink? Or maybe we can dance?”

Standing up so suddenly, you felt winded and nauseous, your head spinning as you gulped, “Count me out.”

“Should I ask someone where the nearest bathroom is?,” he grinned, hiding his snorts behind his hand while you bent over to catch your breath for a second. “I’ll even hold your hair back for you, if you want.”

“Shut up.”

If Jamie and Claire could text: (Ship-bound-and-Horny in Voyager Edition) [[Book Spoilers]]
  • Claire: 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨
  • Claire: 🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓
  • Claire: ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
  • Jamie: ...
  • Jamie: what n gods name is all that nonsense
  • Claire: ****RED ALERT*****
  • Jamie: !!!!
  • Jamie: WHERE
  • Jamie: ...semi?
  • Jamie: doesnamatter i'm in
  • Jamie: where
  • Jamie: WHERE WOMAN??
  • Claire: kitchen storeroom
  • Claire: cook taking a nap
  • Claire: get down here STAT
  • Jamie: stat?
  • Jamie: runningfstasi can
  • Jamie: had to get the foul pelican out of th
  • Claire: wait
  • Claire: ...
  • Claire: belay that
  • Jamie: huh?
  • Jamie: whats that mean?
  • Claire: [[sends Chloe face]]
  • Claire: we're on a damn ship and you don't even
  • Claire: it means _NEVER MIND_
  • Claire: Boning spot plans foiled
  • Claire: cook couldn't sleep and came back
  • Claire: if only he were gotten out of the way...
  • Claire: hit in back of head with dirk handle perhaps
  • Jamie: ...ssnch
  • Jamie: fr gds sake woman
  • Claire: oh
  • Claire: ahaha
  • Claire: my foolish wee brain was being /silly/
  • Claire: SHAME ON ME for thinking you'd be willing to go to
  • Claire: MIGHTY
  • Claire: GREAT
  • Claire: LENGTHS
  • Claire: to be able to get ur 🐓inside me right now
  • Jamie: 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩
  • Jamie: must ye be a damnable tease abt it
  • Claire: ...
  • Claire: and now we bothhave to NOT(NOTSLEEP)INIT
  • Jamie: HE's the one thatbrought it all about
  • Claire: POPPYCOCK
  • Claire: //FERGUS// didn't impose sexual lockdown for a bloody two month sea voyage
  • Claire: bc he is a RATIONAL HUMAN BEING
  • Jamie: what else would ye;ve had me do??
  • Jamie: let the wee shite bed her????
  • Jamie: frfckssake
  • Claire: they're probably sneaking about **just** like we're trying to
  • Jamie: oh christ
  • Claire: you just *had* to go be such a //DAD// about it
  • Jamie: and thats a BAD thing, aye??
  • Claire: NO FUN FOR ANYONE 👴🏻
  • Jamie: ...
  • Claire: ...
  • Jamie: ...
  • Claire:
  • Jamie: ...
  • Claire: ...
  • Claire: ...sorry love
  • Claire: I get cranky when i
  • Claire: well
  • Jamie: me too
  • Claire: #droughtlander IRL
  • Jamie: definitely wish I hadna insisted they
  • Claire: 💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡
  • Jamie: ???
  • Claire: YOU
  • Claire: ME
  • Claire: ////CROW'S NEST////
  • Jamie: ...twill be a bit cramped aye?
  • Claire: twill be a bloody long way to Jamaica aye?
Fic: As a Door Closes

Here is the latest part of my Heartlines AU story. I hope you all enjoy it.

The rest of the chapters (and my other work) can be found here 

As always I’d love to know what you think.


Originally posted by jlbwedding

She opened the door and Jamie was speechless. Claire was always beautiful, more than beautiful, but looking at her right now he simply could not formulate thoughts into speech. She wore a tight fitted black sequinned gown with a high neck and capped sleeves. A slit ran up one side revealing an expanse of creamy leg and strappy silver sandals. But her head was the biggest shock. Normally Claire favoured natural looking makeup, muted tones in browns and greys, her hair either haphazardly restrained or a riot of curls which grazed her shoulders. But today she looked entirely different, her whiskey coloured eyes looked even more tigerish with an application of flicked up eyeliner and her lips were an enticing cranberry red. Her hair, normally such a riot, fell in sleek, smooth waves down to her breasts. She looked at him shyly. “What do you think?” She gave him a little swirl revealing a low back. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly and she laughed. “Oh good, you like it!” He watched her sashay down the path towards the waiting car, swallowing audibly.

The event was a combination of wealthy donors, local businessmen and hospital staff. As it happened, because of this Jamie knew at least as many people as Claire and he was kept more than busy shaking hands, answering queries about Lallybroch and talking shop. Claire moved round the room, chatting, smiling and generally trying to encourage the great and good in attendance to cough up some money to help refurb the ailing pediatrics wing. Prior to choosing General Surgery Claire had rotated through the department and had been sorely tempted by a career in that speciality. As it was she had gone another way, but she was often called upon by the department when a general surgeon was needed and she had campaigned passionately for the wing in its bid to upgrade its facilities. Jamie watched her work the room. Her smile was simply radiant. He was struck again by his sheer fortune that such a wonderful woman was his. His pride in her and her achievements was endless and to see her here, tonight, amongst her peers, he thought his heart would burst with it. He lost sight of her for a moment and he scanned the room, his height giving his an advantage. She popped up beside him holding two glasses of champagne. “I managed to charm these out the waiter. He didn’t want to give me any as they are having terrible trouble rounding everyone up to go into dinner” Her face was flushed slightly from the champagne and it gave her a glow that made her look even more lovely. She hooked an arm through his. “I forgot to ask. What happened to the kilt I was promised?” Instead of the aforementioned kilt, Jamie was wearing a bright blue three piece suit. Single breasted with a sharp white shirt and blue tie he looked magnificent amongst the sea of black tuxedos, his red hair and towering height making him stand out even further. “Well, the last time I wore a kilt to an event like this I spent half the night bein’ asked what I wore underneath it an’ the other half fending off women tryna find out for themselves. I figured I’d save myself the bother this time” he laughed. “Are ye disappointed?”

“Well, a little bit,” she answered tilting her head to one side to look at him. “But on the other hand you look sexy as hell in that suit, so I can’t complain too much can I?” She gave him a lewd wink which made them both laugh and he drew her to him and kissed her on her forehead.

“And you, Mo Nighean Donn,” He said, “I canna begin to say how wonderful you look. Ye’re always the most beautiful woman in the room, but tonight, well, I keep having to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake.” Her colour heightened a little more, but her response was cut off by the the boom of the ever jocular chief of surgery.

“Claire, Claire. I hardly recognised you without your scrubs and cap! Isn’t it fun trying to spot everyone in their civvies?”

He kissed her lightly on the cheek and she turned to introduce Jamie. He shook Jamie’s hand warmly.

“This is Dr Grant, our chief, this is Jamie, my…” she paused slightly as she cast around for the right title. They’d only know each other three weeks and whilst what they had was clearly serious, they’d not yet gotten round to defining it in any way. “…my partner” she settled for, looking at Jamie meaningfully.

“Partner,”  he thought “Aye, that’ll do for now, but one day…”

This thought was abruptly cut short, by Dr Grant turing behind him and pulling forward a couple about Jamie and Claire’s age. “This is my nephew, David.” He said smiling broadly, “He’s a property developer. And this is his fiancee, Geneva.”

Jamie felt the heat rise in his face and Claire coughed slightly as she took a too big gulp of champagne. Geneva’s chestnut hair was swept back from her face and she wore a flowing tulle gown with a slight princess skirt in a soft blush pink. She also wore a very large, if conventional, diamond which she had not been wearing the last time the three of them had come face to face. She looked ethereal and stunning. She also looked uncomfortable and embarrassed, clearly not enjoying this impromptu reunion any more than Claire and Jamie. David, a handsome man, with dark hair a soft brown eyes, also appeared somewhat discomfited by this meeting. He may or may not have been aware of the show down in Jamie’s living room, but it was obvious he knew who Jamie was. He moved slightly closer to Geneva, placing a hand around her waist. Claire recovered herself first.

“Oh how lovely. And what a beautiful ring. Have you set a date?” The corner of Geneva’s mouth lifted slightly as she answered. “Oh, not yet, but we’re hoping for next summer. We only got engaged last week, didn’t we darling?’ She turned to David. “Oh, yes, just last week” he replied. Dr Grant laughed loudly digging poor David in the side. “But how many times did ye have to ask the lass? What was it four times before she finally said yes to you?” David smiled blandly, Jamie developed an acute interest in the pattern on the carpet. Thankfully the waiting staff took that moment to get assertive and they were promptly rounded up and herded into the ballroom.

Fortunately, Dr Grant’s table was over near the front of the room, whilst Jamie and Claire, along with a host of other hospital staff were tucked away near the back.

“Keeping us hidden” said Geillis, archly, flipping red hair over her shoulder. “But still, least we’re much nearer the bar here” She waved a red nailed hand in the direction of a waiter beckoning him over. Next to her, her new boyfriend, Josh sat looking slightly bemused and very much under her spell. Jamie was thrilled to at last have a chance to meet all the friends that Claire had regaled him with stories of. Her friend Joe Abernathy, who had transferred here from Boston, the indomitable Mrs Fitz, who despite clearly having a first name, no one called anything else, including her husband a jocular highlander with a big laugh who had clearly not suffered the same concerns as Jamie as he wore a kilt in eye catching MacKenzie tartan. Timid little Mary who spoke quietly but after a few drinks it turned out had a fondness for rude jokes and a huge dirty laugh. These were the people who he knew were important to Claire. As someone with no blood ties, this was the closest she had to real family and he was acutely aware of what it meant that she had wanted him here, with her and them tonight. The night was a lot more fun than he had expected. He found that he had an easy rapport with Claire’s friends who made him welcome, and with the exception of Geillis, who Claire had warned him about, none of them felt the need to grill him too intently. They danced until Claire begged for mercy, her high heels finally getting the better of her. Moving off to the side he drew her close and kissed her deeply. “Shall we go home now, Mo Nighean Donn?” he murmured into her ear.

“Oh yes” she replied. “I might not be getting the chance to find out what a Scotsman wears under his kilt, but I’m still pretty interested in what might be going on under that suit” She tugged his earlobe gently with her teeth and he gave a shudder. “I’ll just pop to the bathroom and then we’ll leave”

He waited across the hall for Claire, fiddling with his phone. A blur of pink caught the corner of his eye as the statuesque figure of his ex wife strode purposefully into the bathroom in which Claire had just entered.

Claire had been in there for a while. So had Geneva. He’d seen David go by looking for her, but offered no information. He stared at the door willing it to open and for Claire to come out. He couldn’t hear any shouting. Or screaming. That was something he supposed. Surely if something terrible was happening he’d hear it. But still what were they both doing in there. The door opened and Geneva exited, catching Jamie’s eyes briefly. He tried to make out the expression behind them, but she was gone too quickly. Another minute later, the door opened again this time bringing Claire with it.

Jamie’s eyebrows were almost under his hairline. “And what was that about? Should I be worried? She’s no been telling you what a terrible man I am has she?”

Claire laughed at Jamie was surprised to feel his heart and stomach both unclench a little. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly. “Let’s go home and I’ll tell you everything”

She sat facing him on the sofa in her living room. She’d kicked off her heels in the hall and her hair was starting to kink slightly.

“Well, I don’t think you need to be too concerned with Geneva from now on Jamie. We had a good chat and I think things are going to be ok on that front.”

“Oh yeah? How can you be so sure? We’ve been seperated for over 4 years and she turned up at my house because she’d heard I’d been kissing someone. She’s no exactly rational.”

“No really, Jamie. Just listen”

As Claire had stepped out of the cubicle she had walked straight into Geneva.  Dodging round her to wash her hands, she had become aware of the fact that Geneva was clearly there to speak with her. She waited for a beat.

“C..Claire?” Geneva began unsteadily, clearly searching for the words. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. For the other day. It was, it was… unacceptable.” Claire opened her mouth to respond but Geneva raised her hand imploring to be allowed to continue. Claire nodded.

“Jamie was right. It was pride. I was so angry with him. For so long. I felt cheated by him. When we got married I wanted it to be a certain way. But it wasn’t. So I tried to change him. To make him into what I wanted him to be, rather than simply accepting that he wasn’t what I wanted any more than I was what he wanted. And he, being the honourable man he is left. He couldn’t live a lie, he couldn’t be less than his true self. And I was so angry. For almost 5 years it’s eaten away at me. He’s the only thing I’ve ever failed at. That I haven’t been able to bend to my will as it were. And so I couldn’t let go. Even after I met David, who is everything I was looking for in my marriage to Jamie and couldn’t find, I still didn’t let go. I didn’t let Jamie go. I knew, deep down that he would feel the weight of the failure of our marriage whether it was his fault or not and I used that to hurt him. Whilst I was living my life and being happy elsewhere, and Jamie was right about that, David does make me happy, I kept on punishing him. And all because I couldn’t admit failure. When my friend called me and told me she’d seen the two of you. I don’t know what came over me. It was like all the anger and bitterness of the last four years were just poured over my head. I wanted to rip my skin off with it. But I saw then , the way he looked at you. The way he never, ever looked at me. But I do have someone who looks at me like that. David has been asking me to marry him for years and I’ve always said no. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t bear for Jamie to feel like he had permission to move on. And I’m sorry. I’m so very fucking sorry.” The profanity seemed out of place coming out of the mouth of one so perfectly coiffed and softly spoken. She seemed a different person to the wild eyed, object flinging woman of only a few weeks earlier. She looked at her hands and adjusted her ring.

“Tell Jamie.” She looked Claire in the eye. “Tell him I’m sorry. For all of it. And that I wish him… I wish him joy.” Claire nodded slowly and Geneva smiled, tears in her eyes. Claire unthinkingly reached out a hand and Geneva took it squeezing her fingers slightly. She nodded stiffly and in turned and was gone in a swish of pink tulle and chanel No 5. Claire stood there for a moment, wondering if that had really happened. She took a deep breath and went back to join Jamie.

“So she really said all that?’ Jamie asked incredulous. He had known Geneva a long time and whilst he knew she did have her virtues he wasn’t sure magnanimity had ever been one of them.

“She did” Claire replied nodding. “Whether she meant it, I guess only time will tell, but she seemed genuine” She shrugged. “I’m glad we can put it behind us though. I’m glad that *you* can move on with your life now.

“Aye, aye I can” he met her eyes and held her gaze, reaching for her hand as he did so. “And I so what you to be part of that life, Claire. Next weekend, I ken ye’re off work until Wednesday, will ye come to the Highlands wi me? To Lallybroch?” Nerves were making his accent thicker.

“Jamie, I honestly cannot think of a nicer way to spend my time off.” He smiled a smile of such joy that he looked, for a moment like a small boy. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “But right now I want to find out what a scotsman wears under his suit.”


‘…and through fusion, we make lavender chalcedony! Prepare yourself for the Spear Spitting Star Shooting Big Giant Ass Harpoon Gun… of Doom!!

The name of their gun is a work in progress and it really doesn’t look all that doom like,,, but g o d I loved these two designs so I drew them and got carried away and drew the fusion too. Oops?

bozhana123  asked:

Can you write a HC with the RFA+saeran and V going on a rollerskating date with Mc(and it was her idea to try).Sorry if this is against any of your rules or not submitted on the right place, first time I ever message you ^-^

Yup, sounds good! Also PS my computer is so slow and it’s so annoying! Gah!


  • Wasn’t sure what to think about it
  • “MC, why do you want to do this?”
  • You told him to hush and just put his skates on
  • He was so freaked out when he started
  • “MC I need to perform later! I can’t mess up my face!”
  • You just laughed and skated over to him
  • “Come on.” You said, smilingly, pulling him up from his bent knees
  • He leaned on you, putting all his weight onto you, but you just wrapped his arm around yours
  • “You can do it!” You said, and Zen slowly nodded, trusting you as he always does
  • After about half an hour he finally gets the hang of it, and now that he gets it he thinks he’s in love
  • Not as great a feeling as riding on a motorcycle, but still close, it’s so amazingly fun
  • Pulling you along like an excited child and you can’t help but laugh in happiness
  • Overall it was a great date


  • “Um, Mc, a-are you sure?”
  • “Yes Yoosung, you’ll love it!”
  • He does not
  • At first
  • When you get too the rink he’s happy that it’s not too loud, and not at all crowded
  • But the minute he face plants on the rink floor he feels done
  • “MC I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS!” He cried out, and you skated over, kneeling down besides him
  • “Do you want to go Yoosung?” You ask sympathetically, and he nods
  • You carry him to the bench, and he takes off the skates
  • You tell him you’re going to take a few last laps and he nods, feeling slightly guilty
  • He sees you speeding around, the wind whipping through you hair, and for a minute he thought you were flying, your feet off the ground, like an ethereal airy
  • He’d never seen something more beautiful in his life
  • So when you skated over to him, done, and you saw a dopey smile on his face he just walked over to you and hugged you
  • He loved you so much


  • She really didn’t like the idea of this
  • It was too accident-prone, not for her thank you very much
  • But you had pleaded so much that she eventually caved in
  • “Alright MC.” She’d sighed, smiling slightly at your whoop of happiness
  • “Thank you so much!” You had said, kissing her on the cheek
  • She’d blushed, smiling even wider, and was in a great mood
  • That was until she put on the skates
  • She was so clumsy, constantly bumping into the walls, you trailing behind her
  • “MC, can you help me?!”
  • You’d laughed and skated over
  • “Okay, let me help you/”
  • After a few more minutes she finally got it, and you two skated together for almost an hour
  • Afterwards she asked if you wanted to get something
  • You smiled at the prospect
  • It was a good ending


  • “What is this skating you’re talking about?”
  • “Not ice skating?”
  • Jumin was confused when you brought it up, but you said you loved it so much when you were a child
  • After hearing that his heart sort of melted and he agreed
  • But boy was he surprised when he actually got there
  • “What is this?”
  • “What is my shoe size?”
  • He was asking the most questions you had ever heard
  • But you answered every single one patiently, helping him choose his skates, everything really
  • You were surprised when he ended up being a natural
  • You could tell he was too
  • He didn’t want to stop
  • It took you five hours to get tired and leave


  • “I mean sure MC.”
  • He was surprised you asked about it, usually your idea of a date was food, preferably from a cheap restaurant that sold good pasta, and binge watching something or another
  • Not an actual “go out do something couple-y together” date
  • He was actually pretty good at it, so he gave you a run for your money
  • You two scared away anyone else with your racing at break-neck speed
  • Afterwards it was ice cream and a trip to the movies to see “Ghost in the Shell”
  • It was fun overall
  • But the next ay you were so sore from the eight hours you had spent at the rink
  • You two had stayed in bed and, well, messed around
  • Lolhehehe


  • He’s blind, so it was a sort of exercise
  • “Jihyun are you aure about this, you don’t have to.”
  • “No, I want to do this MC, you always talk about how much fun it is.”
  • “Okay.” You agree
  • He needed help with everything, thank god you booked the small park rink because if not he would’ve killed someone
  • “V, okay, now you’re going to step off the grass and onto the concrete.”
  • “Okay.”
  • You were surprised by how much he trusted you
  • But he really did, more than Rika, more than Jumin, more than Saeyoung, more than anyone
  • He got pretty far, made it halfway through the rink before falling
  • “Whoops!”
  • You had caught him, although tripping and landing on his as well
  • “Sorry V!”
  • “No problem, my angel.”
  • You two blushed and continued the exercise
  • From then on you two had been doing that for at least once a month, most often twice
  • It was an amazing time you two had, and you wanted to relieve it, over and over again


  • It was one of the first things you two did after you had been rescued
  • You were super clumsy, but still thought; why not?
  • Yeah no, you were being an idiot
  • “MC, you’re so clumsy omfg!”
  • You had to deal with his laughter the whole time
  • “Okay, look, I’m going to teach you how to do this properly.”
  • Bracing you against him he had begun with simple skating around and around again and again
  • You kept tripping, but after a while finally managed to do it, blushing hotly the whole time due to the close proximity of you two
  • Saeran, although blushing as well, teased you about ti
  • “Oh, Mc, you’re quite red, are you alright?”
  • “S-shut up.” You’d mumbled
  • But you two kept blushing, even after you had finished and went for ice cream
  • It was a good time, you finally managed to skate a lap without falling down
  • And Saeran had fallen even more in love with you
  • He didn’t know, but it was the same for you

Hope you like it, ugh my computer is so slow!

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When Rocky surprises you on your graduation day

Thank you for requesting~ I really hope you like this, please tell me what you think about this! ^^ Also, this might be too early but CONGRATULATIONS on graduating! ^^

I LOVE Y’ALL, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ♥ stay awesome my readers, i have eternal love for y’all, silent or not~ ♥ as long as my writings make you happy, that’s all that matters ^^ and i’m sorry if this seems a little messy, i tried my best but it ended up kind of messy ><

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Fluffy one right here prepare yourselves this is gonna make you cringe and/or squeal hard

Requested by anon ♥

Originally posted by parkminhyvks

You were feeling nervous so you rubbed your slightly sweaty palms on your thighs that were covered by your dress.

“Why are you so nervous?” you friend asked, amused. “It’s just a ceremony.”

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled. “It’s a ceremony where I could fall in front of  hundreds of people. Nothing to be nervous about, right?”

She let out a laugh and gave you a warm hug. “I’ll make sure that even if you fall, you won’t be the only one. I’ll fall with you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her. You had been friends for years already. The two of you had gotten close immediately and you had had a lot of fun during your years in the school you were about to graduate from.

“Let’s go in,” she said and started dragging you towards the building behind you.

You looked around while she dragged you. “Minhyuk promised me he’d come see me before the ceremony. I wonder if something happened…”

“Don’t worry about him too much. I’m sure he’ll show up before the ceremony starts.”

After hugging way too many people and taking loads of pictures with friends and classmates, you looked around, trying to find Minhyuk. After looking around for a while, you decided to call him.

“Where are you?” you asked with a smile when he picked up.

“Oh, that,” he said, making your smile fade away. “The ceremony ended already?”

“You didn’t come?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Something came up, a schedule. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t know this would happen and I had no idea about the schedule.”

Couldn’t you have skipped one schedule for my graduation that happens only once in a lifetime? you almost asked but shut your mouth before the words could leave your lips. What am I thinking about? It’s his career, I know he can’t just choose me over it. I’m so stupid.

“Are you really upset?” he asked hesitantly.

You shook your head a little. “No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll see you later, I promise.”

You hummed in response and hung up after saying goodbye.

“Hmm?” you answered Minhyuk’s call lazily while lying down in your bed. You had just taken off your dress and changed into more comfortable clothes.

“Are you busy?” his voice asked.

“No,” you mumbled.

“Want to drop by the dorm? The others have schedules so we could have a movie night or something, just the two of us.”

You smiled subconsciously. “I’ll come.”

You got out of the building and took a deep breath. The fresh air made you feel good.

“Yo,” you felt hands on your shoulders and turned around.

“Oh?” you looked at Minhyuk, surprised. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at the dorm.”

He chuckled adorably. “I came to pick you up. My manager dropped me off while taking the others to their schedules.”

You looked at his face that was covered with a mask. “Isn’t that the one I gave you?”

He nodded with a smile. “Of course. It’s the only one I wear these days.”

You smiled and shook your head a little. “You’re such a liar.”

“I’m telling you the truth!” he said and put his arm around you.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You don’t believe me?” he pouted.

“I’ve seen fan taken pictures of you wearing other masks,” you said with a smile. “Stop with the lies, silly.”

“I didn’t know you check out my pictures,” he had a smug smile on his lips and you rolled your eyes. “You like me that much?”

“Of course I do!” you nudged him. “You’re my boyfriend. Besides, the pictures are always very high quality. Who wouldn’t want to check them?”

Minhyuk laughed. “I swear I have the cutest girlfriend ever.”

Minhyuk opened the dorm’s door and let you in first. You took your shoes off and headed in to the living room. You stopped and raised your eyebrows.

“Surprise,” Minhyuk said sweetly and hugged you from behind while you stared at the decorated - but still messy, as always - living room.

“When did you do all this?” you asked. “Didn’t you have a busy day? I thought you had a schedule.”

“I did,” he said. “The first one was going to your graduation with the others who insisted on coming,” he smiled. “You looked really beautiful.”

“I didn’t see you there,” you said and turned around which made him let go of you.

“We left before you could see us,” he said. “It was all a part of our plan to surprise you. Anyway, the second ‘schedule’ was decorating the dorm and the third one was getting those five out of here.”

“You could have just told me,” you mumbled.

“Ay, where’s the fun in that?”

“I was really upset when you didn’t come to congratulate me,” you kept mumbling and looked at your feet.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you in for a hug.

“Don’t do things like this again, please.”

“I won’t,” he said and ended the hug. “Now, let’s celebrate your graduation.”

He made you sit down on the couch in the living room while he went to get the cake that had been prepared by the other members.

“What the hell?” you laughed at the cake. “It’s so cute.”

“They got too excited,” Minhyuk sighed and sat down next to you after putting the cake on the table in front of the couch. “The decorations are ridiculous.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “It probably still tastes good.”

You both grabbed chopsticks and took a small piece of the cake. Minhyuk let out a heavy sigh after eating the cake.

“It’s…” you reluctantly chewed the cake. “It’s not that bad.”

“You don’t have to say nice things. This is way too sweet. I knew I shouldn’t have let them do the cake.”

Even though the cake tasted pretty much like pure sugar, you ate a few more bites with a smile.

“You don’t have to force yourself,” Minhyuk said and gave you a glass of water.

You drank some and shook your head. “It’s okay.”

The cake was soon forgotten as you two started talking about random stuff. After chatting for a bit, Minhyuk got up and disappeared into his room. Soon after he came out with two gift bags. You looked at him, a little surprised.

“You prepared gifts?” you asked.

He nodded, smiling. “Congratulations _____,” he handed you the gifts and sat down next to you.

“This is so unnecessary,” you gave him a look.

“Just open them,” he chuckled and you opened the presents.

They were both from the members who had apparently decided to split into two teams to buy you a few gifts. You got a cute beanie and a pair of mittens that matched the beanie from one gift bag. The other one had a bunch of facemasks and a cute new diary inside. Both of the bags also had cute cards inside, congratulating you on your graduation.

“These are so cute,” you said, looking at the gifts.

“Wait until you see mine,” he said and pulled one more gift bag out of nowhere.

“How much money did you guys spend on me?” you asked, feeling a little bad.

He grinned. “Just look inside. You’ll love it.”

You accepted the bag and opened it carefully. There was a box inside and you pulled it out. You glanced at Minhyuk before opening it.

You gave him a look. “What is this?” you asked, confused and slightly weirded out after taking the box’s lid off.

“A small cactus,” he said.

“Yeah, I noticed that,” you said. “Why’d you give something like this to me? Is this a joke?”

He shook his head. “I gave it a name,” he suddenly said.

You frowned a little and looked at him. “Okay Minhyuk you are scaring me. Are you okay?”

He just chuckled.

“No, really,” you put your hand on his forehead. “Are you sick?”

He gently took your hand off his forehead and smiled happily. “Just let me explain. Its name is Rocky.”

“You really-“

“I got it for you because,” he cut you off and stopped for a second. “I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m on tour.”

You looked at him in disbelief for a little. “Geez Minhyuk. Most boyfriends get their girlfriends stuff like teddy bears for this kind of things. A cactus? Really?”

“I’m not like most boyfriends,” he chuckled but then it turned in to a pout. “You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s cute,” you said.

“Just like me, right?” he put his arms around you.

“You just don’t stop with the aegyo do you?” you looked at him with a small smile. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I just feel like being cute today,” he beamed. “By the way, when I was picking out the cactus, that one was the cutest one out of them all. I thought you’d like that one the most. The others were quite weird. Also, since it doesn’t need much attention, you won’t have to worry about it too much.”

Your smile widened and you leaned on him. “I see… Thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I really do love you but please, never prepare another surprise for me, ever again. I was really upset.”

He gave a laugh. “I won’t.”

gothic-princess-witch  asked:

19 for Sebris, pretty please? 💖💙💖

oh heck yes! I’ve never really written for these two like this, so I had a lot of fun and this piece is unrepentantly fluffy af. Hope you like it!! <3

19. kisses meant to distract the other from whatever they were intently doing

“Am I boring you?”

Fenris blinks, raising his eyes from the spot he’d been staring at on the table to see Sebastian watching him, a small, amused smile on his face. He drops his gaze again.

“Forgive me, I—was distracted.”

“Aye, I could tell that much at least.” Sebastian leans back in his chair, stretching his arms out to the sides. They sit at the table in Fenris’s room in the mansion he claimed from his former master, neither of them mentioning the spring storm currently turning Fenris’s bed into a waterlogged mess. The fire jumps and sways in the grate, caught by the wind currents that come through the hole in the roof, and the candle they have on their table flickers. Fenris moves his scrap of parchment away just barely, scowling at the wick. He scowls at Sebastian too when he chuckles and moves the paper back to where it was.

“Not that the table isn’t fascinating,” Sebastian says, placing his elbows on the table to either side of the book he has open in front of him, “but I hardly think it worth such scrutiny.” Except, perhaps, for the spot on the table that Fenris has nearly dug a hole in from scratching at it absently with his gauntlets still on. But that spot is at the end, past where they both are sitting.

“Perhaps not,” Fenris allows. He half-turns away from the table to watch the rain tap against the intact glass of the window. They still expect Danarius at nearly every turn, especially after that run-in with Hadriana, but it is a testament to how far Fenris has grown, and how comfortable he is with Sebastian, that he will choose to sit with his back facing the window at all.

“Do you wish to stop? We have been at this for hours.” Sebastian gestures to the book in front of himself and the discarded quill and ink bottle near Fenris’s parchment. Fenris looks back at him, taking in the book and parchment, and frowns. His eyes dart across the room, to the corner near the fireplace, and Sebastian can see the moment the idea sparks on Fenris’s face.

“No, but…perhaps a change of pace?” Fenris swings up from the table easily, not weighed down this afternoon by his armor. He wears a simple tunic and breeches, though his sword is still within easy reach of the table, and steps lightly across the room, as if dancing. The grace with which he moves is often mesmerizing, doubly so when nothing hinders him, when he allows himself that freedom of movement, the vulnerability that comes from being unarmored.

It surprises Sebastian when Fenris, upon his return to the table, rounds the end and sits next to him instead of resuming his earlier seat across from him. It is not often that he chooses to be so close. He holds out a book, and Sebastian takes it gently.

“Will you read aloud?” Fenris asks, looking at the book rather than at Sebastian.

So Sebastian does, opening the book to the page marked with a spare scrap of cloth and starting at the first full sentence. Or, at least, he tries to but is interrupted by a soft cough from Fenris who says, “I’ve read that page already,” and leans over to point out where he left off. Sebastian expects Fenris to move back, to sit up again, but he doesn’t, simply rests his head against Sebastian’s shoulder and waits patiently for him to continue.

So he does.

The rain provides a soothing backdrop for the story, one Sebastian has heard many times before in different settings, about a maiden fair in some terrible predicament and the brave knight to her rescue. The book itself is full of such tales, and Sebastian wonders idly if Fenris has perhaps borrowed this from Varric. It does seem the sort of volume the dwarf would keep on his shelves. It certainly doesn’t sound like one Hawke would have. Sebastian himself hasn’t heard this story in years, since he was younger, and finds himself just as engrossed in the reading as Fenris seems to be.

The next story runs in a similar vein, this time a tale of star-crossed lovers denied each other by warring families. Definitely from Varric’s library, then. Partway through, Fenris shifts his head to press his lips against Sebastian’s shoulder before returning to his previous position, rolling a hand for Sebastian to continue reading and acting as though he hadn’t done anything when he turns to look. Sebastian is able to get another few paragraphs in before Fenris does it again. He doesn’t stop reading this time, merely looks over and raises an eyebrow. The expression on Fenris’s face is one of studied innocence, and Sebastian doesn’t buy it for an instant. But he returns his gaze to the book anyway, amused at the pleased huff Fenris makes.

He allows this to happen twice more, Fenris kissing his shoulder then resuming his full-body lean against Sebastian, before he places his finger between the pages as a bookmark and twists his upper body toward the elf. Fenris smiles softly at him from very close, not having moved away when Sebastian turned.

“Well?” Sebastian asks. “Is there something I can do for you?”

Fenris blinks slowly, still smiling, and shakes his head. “There is, however, something I can do for you.”

“Is there now?”

In answer, Fenris reaches for the book, lightly prying it from Sebastian’s grasp and pulling it toward himself. He moves in closer to Sebastian, tucking himself underneath the man’s arm and picking his feet up to place them on the bench, his knees resting against the side of the table. Sebastian shifts position slightly to better accommodate Fenris’s weight against his chest rather than his shoulder, a smile slowly creeping up his face as Fenris scans for the place Sebastian left off and, softly at first, begins to read aloud to him.

Reyes protects McCree from a spider, but in an interesting fashion-
  • Reyes: Ay, niño! Bring me my gun!
  • McCree: Fine. But, uh, we're in the base. What do you-
  • Reyes: *shoots into the air about an inch away from McCree's face*
  • Reyes: I saw a spider dangling from your hat, pendejo. I had to kill it for you.
  • McCree: .... You coulda just fuckin' grabbED IT-
  • Reyes: Eh, maybe. But that wouldn't have been any fun, now would it~?
Month Challenge

//AYE AYE FAMOS! So I wanted to try doing a challenge thing for this month and while I already had someone’s prompt that I was gonna use I wanted to see about doing something a bit different (not because I lost it in my drafts or anything no). So what I want to do is draw Talon as different creatures for every day of this month but this is where you come in! Give me submissions of what kinda creature that you wanna see Talon as and I’ll put that into a list so I’ll need 31 submissions. You can submit more than one idea if you want but I’ll compile what people submit into a list so everyone can see whats happening and I’ll start drawing them out. I’ll start drawing whatever first submission I get for today being the first.

1.Zombie 2.Dragon 3.Angel 4.Wampus 5.Harpy 6.Kitsune 7.Medusa 8. Wraith 9. Pixie 10. Merfolk 11.Kelpie 12.Centaur 13.Manticore 14.Sphinx 15.Jackalope 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. 30. 31.

LLSIF Score Match Phrases Decoded

Before the song:

  • Nice to meet you/Let’s go!/Have fun/Hi there!: I am a friendly person
  • Aye aye!: I am a friendly person and I also love You
  • Good luck!: This is a hard song
  • Let’s do our Rubesty!: This is a hard song and I also love Ruby
  • Love this song: I genuinely love this song OR I’ve had this song 8 times in a row
  • Looking good!: One or more people in this match have a name/title/center that I like OR I’ve been in a match with one of these people before
  • Get FULL COMBO!: This is a called shot–I am going to Full Combo this song

After the song:

  • Good game/Congratz!: I am still a friendly person
  • That was fun!: I am still a friendly person and I am waiting for the results screen
  • Love you all!: I am still a friendly person and I had a good time waiting for the results screen with you guys
  • See you again: I have been in a match with one of these people before and I love it
  • Get you next time!: I may or may not have been in a match with one of these people before and I want a higher score/combo
  • Shiny!: I did not expect to place where I did OR We have been waiting for the results screen for over 10 seconds
  • Nice FULL COMBO!: Congrats on the Full Combo OR I got a Full Combo and I didn’t get first
  • Thanks: I am responding to someone saying Nice FULL COMBO!/Congratz!
  • Yay, I’m no. 1!: I may or may not have gotten first place and I want to be a dick about it

Summary: Drabble request for my 200 follower celebration that got away from me from @the-mrs-deanwinchester. Apparently I don’t know the definition of what a drabble is. Request:*Dean. Smut. Women’s health magazine, whipped cream, mango scented candles

Characters: Dean, Reader

Pairings: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected sex, fingering

A/N: This is only my second smut fic so any feedback is appreciated. Part of my 200 follower celebration

Tagging- @shortandlongstories @for-a-brothers-love @for-the-love-of-dean @deanwinchester-af @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnfanficpond @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @plaidandwhiskeydean @winchesterprincessbride @nichelle-my-belle @ezauraemmaline @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @faith-in-dean @ilostmyshoe-79 @torn-and-frayed @crzcorgi @daydreamingintheimpala @mysupernaturalfics @jxackles @winchesterenthusiast @balthazars-muse @bovaria @for-the-love-of-dean @mrswhozeewhatsis @mrsjohnsmith  @vintagevalentinexx @charliesbackbitches @gryffindorable713 @growleytria @i-never-said-a-pilot @msimpala67 @kittenofdoomage @ackleslaugh @eyes-of-a-disney-princess 


“What the fuck does mango even smell like?” Dean mumbles as you scoop vanilla ice cream into a bowl over the bananas. You glance over your shoulder, an eyebrow raised, “What the hell are you even talking about?”

His head raises, surprise coats his face and he grumbles something as he blushes, pushing around the pile of magazines and newspapers on the table. Your curiosity peaked, “Dean? What were you reading?”

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Why’s There A Stocking On the Door?

@lynnialljohnson asked: Can we please have J/C on the ridge being constantly interrupted durring steamy make out sessions until they finally just lock everyone out of the house for a bit? Maybe Ian explains to an embarrassed Bree why they’re locked out? At Christmas?

I don’t have the words for how much I love this!!! Also when I finished writing it, I realized I forgot about the Christmas aspect of the act. So, I’ll do another one, because I have a really really fun modern plan for it. Hope you like that one too!


I whirled around, alarmed by the tone of Jamie’s voice.

“What is it? Who’s bleeding?”

“No one!”

I frowned up at him.

“Then why are you yelling for me?”

His eyes glittered.

“The house is empty.”


“So our house has been overrun wi’ people for two bloody weeks and I havena had ye properly in all that time.”

“So your daughter and her children are ‘overrunning’ our house?”

“Aye. When she and her husband and bairns sleep so close to our room, I canna take ye the way I want.”

“And how do you want to take me?”

Those full lips pulled into a mischievous smile.


Gathering me into his arms, he sat me on the table in my surgery and kissed me hard. I heard a rustling of fabric as he fumbled with my skirts.

“The first time in two weeks and you want to make me scream, so you decide make love to me on the table in my surgery?”

He shrugged and nipped at my ear.

“Weel, if ye’d been in the kitchen, I’d take ye in the kitchen. Ye just happened to be here.”

I moaned softly as his teeth moved to the side of my neck. His hand snaked between my legs, making me gasp.


Jamie puled back and glared down at me, silently commanding me to keep my mouth shut.

“I have to,” I whispered.

“It canna be life or death,” he muttered, gently probing my hot flesh.

“I’m the doctor here, Jamie. There isn’t another healer about for miles.”

“Aye, I ken that.”

We heard the boards creak as Ian came closer to the surgery. Jamie muttered a few choice curses in Gaelic and stepped away from me. I’d just gotten off the table and righted my skirts when Ian came in.

“There ye are, Auntie.”

“What can I do for you, Ian?”

“I was wondering if ye had some o’ that tea to help wi’ a woman’s monthly? Poor Rachel canna hardly stand.”

“Of course.”

Jamie was glaring darkly at his nephew as I pulled bottles and jars from various cupboards.

“Brew as much of it as you can, you can always warm it later.”

“Thanks, Auntie. Sorry for, ah… Interrupting.”

Jamie’s ears burned pink. 

“It’s alright.”

Ian’s request for tea reminded me that I had something of my own brewing in the kitchen.

“Where are ye going!?” Jamie demanded as I followed Ian out.

“I have to check on my pot in the kitchen.”

“Damn it Claire!”

I had to admit I was having a little fun teasing him like this. His angry footsteps stomped along behind me, though he didn’t try to stop whatever I was doing. He knew better.

After checking that my latest experiment was progressing well, I turned to him.

“You said you’d take me in the kitchen?”

He didn’t answer, just pushed me onto the heavy wooden table he’d built me. His mouth found mine, eager and demanding and tasting faintly of whiskey.

“Christ ye taste good, Sassenach.”

“I was just thinking the same of you.”

While he kissed me again, I felt him tugging at the ties of my bodice.


Jamie let out an audible growl.

“What do ye want, Jeremiah?”

Jem stopped short and stared at the two of us, eyes wide.

“Mam sent me to ask if ye-”

“I dinna care what yer mam asked. I’m having a conversation wi’ your granny just now. Come back in an hour.”

“But mam said she needed Granny to look at Mandy’s rash. Da thinks it’s no’ a bad one, but-”

Jamie’s mood was getting worse.

“Jemmy, darling,” I said before Jamie did something Bree would scold him for later. “If Mandy hasn’t got a fever, she’ll be alright. I’ll be down in an hour when I’ve finished with your grandda, alright?”

“Mam’s no’ gonna be happy about that.”

“I dinna care a bloody bit if she’s no’ happy,” Jamie grumbled in my ear.

“Tell her you tried, but your grandfather is a very stubborn Scot. I’ll be by as soon as I can.”

“Aye, Granny.”

Jemmy scampered away and Jamie got up, slamming the door closed behind him.

“Come wi’ me. Now.”

“I thought you were fine taking me anywhere?”

“Aye, I am. But I dinna want to wake up in an hour on the ground. My back canna handle that, aye?”

“So are we going to our room, then?”

“Aye. And bolting the bloody door. I’ll no’ be interrupted again.”

I followed him up the stairs to our room but paused at the door. I kicked my shoes off and pulled one stocking down.

“What the devil are ye doing, woman?”

“Making sure Bree doesn’t come barging in on us in the middle of our love-making.”

Jamie barked a laugh, puling at the ties of his shirt.

“She wouldna!”

“Oh if she’s angry enough, she might…”

“So why do ye put the stocking on the door?”

I smiled.

“It’s something Bree learned when she went to university. It’s just a signal. Never you mind.”

I closed the door and bolted it shut. That made Jamie smile even more.

“Come here,” he said, hooking his finger at me.

Walking slowly, I pulled loose the laces of my bodice, sighing in relief when it came free.


I froze, hands on the back of my skirts ready to let them go. He was glaring at me.


“That’s my job, Sassenach!”

“Undressing me?”

“Aye! Like unwrappin’ a present.”

Hands on my hips, I grinned at him.

“I didn’t know you were quite so fond of that. But you know that means you can’t take off your kilt. That is strictly my job.”

“Aye, and so it is, my own.”

His arms slid around my waist while he lowered his mouth to mine. Hands moved down and gripped my buttocks hard. I waited for the exclamation that would come as it always did.

“Christ, ye’ve the fattest arse.”

“Like clockwork,” I muttered, tangling my fingers in his hair.

He had me out of my gown and standing in only my shift in rather short order. While he might enjoy unwrapping the gift that was me, but he was clearly not ready to wait longer than he had to. I felt him begin to pull the hem of my shift up, but I stepped back.

“My turn,” I panted.

He muttered darkly and stood waiting, hands balled into fists.

I walked around him, much like I had on our wedding night all those years ago. When I was back in front of him, I pulled at the belt holding his kilt on.

“I know how much you love my fat ass,” I said slowly. “But I adore your kilt.”

“Oh aye. Easy access. Dinna have to fiddle wi’ laces and whatnot.”

“That’s part of it. But I get to see your legs more. And sometimes I can catch a peek beneath it.”

“Ye naughty thing!” he said sharply. “Trying to see beneath a man’s kilt. And a marriet man, no less.”

“A married man with a very nice bottom.”

He pulled off his shirt and grinned at me.

“A nice bottom and a verra stiff cock,” he said.

“How would you like me, darling?”

His eyes moved up and down my body, assessing.

“The bed. Wi’ yer arse in the air.”


“Leave it.”

Grinning, I crawled onto our bed and tucked my knees beneath myself, sitting up like a stinkbug.

“Holy God…”

I felt two large hands squeeze my taught backside before the bed creaked as he knelt behind me.

“I dinna like servicing ye so quiet. I like to hear ye scream.”

“So you’ve said. Think you’re up for the task?”

He grabbed my hand and pulled it behind me. I snorted when he pressed it against himself.

“What say ye?”

“Definitely up for the task.”

“Oh aye. But are you?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

He teased me for a moment, making me grip the quilts with white knuckles. Then he pushed slowly home, my body trembling as he did.

“Oh God…”

“Oh Jamie.”

“I mean to hear ye screaming for me, Claire.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Apparently he was waiting for my permission. As soon as I gave it, he let loose. My whole body jerked when he slammed against me. I was screaming like mad, giving myself fully over to the sensation he awoke within me. I felt bruises forming beneath his fingers where he gripped my hips.

We fell over the precipice together, crying out for each other. Jamie caught himself just before he collapsed on top of me. He lay down on his back, broad chest heaving. I scooted over to him and rested my head where I always fit.

“Ye ken I’ve only ever loved you, right?”

“Yes, I know. And you know that you’re the true love of my life?”

“Aye, Sassenach. I ken it verra well.”


Ian saw a flash of red hair and kent it wasna his uncle.

“Bree! Ye canna go in the house!”

“And why not?! I sent Jem to get Mama and she said she’d come when she could?!”

“Ah… The shutters are closed in the surgery.”

Bree fixed him with a glare that rivaled both her mam and her da.


“And I reckon the door to the kitchen’s bolted too.”


“So I think they forgot to bolt the main door. Ye dinna want to go in there just now.”

Her eyes flashed dangerously. It was a look he’d seen often enough on his own mam that he took a step back.

“I don’t care what she’s doing. I need her!”

She started for the house and he grabbed her arm.

“No, cousin! Ye canna! If the doors are bolted it’s because Auntie’s, er… Busy.”

“With what!”

“Uncle Jamie!”

“What does-”

Bree stopped suddenly before her eyes widened. He watched the red creep up her neck just like it did wi’ Uncle Jamie.

“Oh God! They’re…”


“How do you know they’re…”

Ian’s brows went up and he tried hard not to laugh at her.

“Uncle Jamie loves Auntie Claire a great deal, aye? He canna help himself. And I’ve lived around them a while. I ken how they get.”

“Well, in that case… I suppose I’ll just go wait for Mama to… ah… finish.” 

Bree cringed at her choice of words and left quickly. At least he’d stopped her from seeing, or hearing, too much.

Request: Ortiz Twins

Request: imagine about Juice taking care of his twins for the first time because his wife has to run some errands and he panics. 

Originally posted by tarons

Everybody knew Juice as a sweet guy and his brothers treated him still as a prospect, but he seemed to change a little when he met you. He wanted to prove he would be a good old man and a good father. Yes, Juice wanted a family, badly. You were more than willing to have that with him, so when you found out you were pregnant it was the best day in both of your lives.

SAMCRO family needed children running around, they didn’t have that in a long time, so the expectation was huge. The boys made bets and even Gemma put her money on it, betting for a boy. Bobby was the one who won, with his one and only bet: twins, boy and girl.

Leo and Mia were the joy of your life and Juice couldn’t be happier. He was careful around the kids, loving, but a little bit scared. He helped you, but would panic if you stepped away for just a second. He kissed you and the kids before leave that morning for work and you couldn’t stop smiling by the way he talked with the babies.

You cleaned the kitchen after breakfast and looked at the cupboard. You really needed to buy some things for the house and the kids definitely needed diapers. You managed to bath both of them and prepare their bags, while tried to reach Gemma on her phone. She wasn’t answering, but you decided to drive to clubhouse anyway.

“Dad will have to take care of you guys”, you said to your kids on the backseat as you drove. “We are trying to find a nanny to help mommy, but it’s a little bit hard. I promise it’s only today, but sometime your dad will have to stay alone with you right?”

You parked your car at TM and opened the back door to get the kids. You saw Chibs and he yelled for Juice as walked towards you.

“Morning lass”, he greeted and held Leo as you took Mia in your arms. “Taking the monsters to a trip?”

“Not at all”, you laughed seeing your old man running to you, worried expression on his face. “It’s daddy’s time with the kids”

“Oh, that will be good”, Chibs grinned, tickling Leo’s belly. “Right little man?”

“Is everything okay?”, Juice said, his eyes going from you to the kids and back.

“Yes Juan”, you sighed. “I need to do some things and I can’t take the kids with me. Gemma is nowhere to be found, so…”

You saw his pupils widened as Juice understood your words. He looked at Mia in your arms and tried to smile.

“Here Juan, hold your daughter”, you rolled your eyes, putting the little girl in his arms. He held her and she didn’t cry, Mia was a quiet kid while Leo was the troublemaker. You grabbed their bags and seats, walking to the picnic table to leave them there. Juice and Chibs followed you, the Scotsman looking amused with that domestic scene.

“Don’t let them sleep. Give them water. Change the diapers.”, you gave Juice basic instructions and kissed the kids. “You’ll be fine dad. Mommy will be back before lunch”

Chibs put Leo back in his baby seat as you drove away. Juice still had Mia in his arms, looking scared.

“Good luck dad”, Chibs laughed petting his brother’s shoulder.

“Chibby!”, Juice called, desperate as the Scottie walked away. “I need some help!”


He was panicking. Juice knew how to take care of the kids, but he never had been alone with them before. He loved his twins, they were the joy of his life, but he was scared about do something wrong. He had helped you with anything related to the kids, but still felt like he needed your assistance.

Leo was in his baby seat, looking as the toys hanging there and Juice put Mia on her own seat, tickling her belly. Chibs was looking at him, grinning and Juice frowned.

“You are having so much fun right?”, he grimaced as Chibs nodded.

“Aye”, he looked at the kids. “You will be fine dad”

“God!”, Juice rolled his eyes, sighing. “Why they had to be two? I wanted one kid, or one at the time”

Chibs laughed and helped Juice to take the kids to the garage. Piney was at Gemma’s office and agreed in keep an eye on the kids as Juice did his work. He found the baby monitor and let it in the office, taking the other one with him around the garage. The babies were close, but his heart was pounding on his chest with the thought of something wrong happening.

He heard only laughs for the next minutes, but them a crying made him jump and ran to the office. It was Mia and she didn’t stop when he held her. Juice was about to cry too when Piney laughed.

“Check her diaper, dickhead”, Juice frowned at the old man and turned around, looking at his kid. The diaper was full and not smelling good. He grabbed the bag and started to go in the clubhouse direction when Leo started crying too.

“Jesus! Both?”, Juice cursed, looking from Mia to Leo.

“What is happening?”, Chibs walked to the office and looked at Juice’s pale face. He held Leo, checking his diaper. “Clean”

“Good”, Juice sighed. “I’ll take care of Mia”

Leo wasn’t stopping crying and Juice was reluctant in going. Mia was crying louder, both kids making the noise inside the small office unbearable.

“Give me the boy”, Tig appeared, taking Leo in his arms. “Go clean the little lady, it’s stinking man”

“But…”, Juice started, looking at Tig with Leo in his arms.

“GO!”, he yelled and Juice ran to the clubhouse, holding Mia close as she kept crying.


It took a while, but Juice managed to clean Mia and make her stop crying, giving her water as her mother had told. He was happily walking to the garage again when he glanced at Tig’s bike.

“What are you doing!?”, Juice asked, panicking again.

“Relax”, Tig said, a hand firmly on Leo’s back. “He will have his own some day”

Leo was sit in Tig’s bike, giggling as his little hands touched it and Tig spoke with him. Chibs and Piney joined them, laughing.

“He is freaking out already”, Chibs laughed as Piney nodded. “Wait until they are running around”

“Teenage years brother”, Tig grimaced. “The worst, the worst…”

Juice was about to answer when he heard a car coming inside TM. It was you, finally back from your errands.

“Leo!” Juice looked back at his little boy still on Tig’s bike. “She will freak out, take him from…”

“Hi guys!”, you greeted everybody as Juice closed his eyes, waiting for you to yell at him. “Aww look at Leo! Uncle Tig is teaching you to ride a bike?”

You leaned closer to Tig’s bike, smiling at your son before take him in your arms. Mia was trying to reach you with her little hands and you smiled at her before notice Juice’s pale face.

“What is wrong Juan?”, you frowned, worried.

“Nothing”, he shook his head. “Everything is fine”

The boys were grinning and you pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. You knew pretty well that Juice had been freaking out the entire morning.

“You did fine dad”, you pecked his lips, before walk to the clubhouse, ready to take the kids back home. “Actually… Can you look after them tomorrow? I need to…”

Just a quick fluffy dabble that popped in my head…


“Do you ever regret it?” David asked out of breath as they both collapsed on Killian’s couch after a hard fought battle with a nasty beast that currently roamed Storybrooke.

He didn’t have to ask what he meant…he knew he was talking about the choice he made a few years back.  The choice that had him now wincing in pain as he touched his sensitive ribs…the little fucker threw him hard against a parked car when he was trying to distract it.  “And miss all this fun?”

David snorted before picking up the bottle of the much deserved beer he fished out of their refrigerator and taking a long swig.  “I’m serious,” he repeated after a moment, watching Killian wince as he took his own sip of beer.  “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if…”

“I did step into the light with my brother?”

David gave a nod.  “Yeah.”

“Aye,” he finally said as he leaned over to put down his beer.  “I do, mate…I wonder if I’d be nearly as happy as I am now.”

David lifted a brow.  “You don’t think you would be?”

Killian opened his mouth to answer, but a pitter patter of little feet and a joyous laughter interrupted him.  He turned and smiled when he saw his princess….his little girl with her raven black hair and sea green eyes rushing towards him.  He split the cut on his lip when he grinned, holding out his arms and winced out a laugh when her body slammed into his aching ribs.  But he didn’t care…his little miracle was in his arms.  “There’s my lass!”

Emma gave him a soft smile.  “She needed to make sure her daddy was okay,” she said as she went to her own daddy so she could heal him.

“I’m just fine, love,” he said as rubbed her small back with his hand.  “Just fine.”

Hope leaned back and gave a little pout as she touched the cut on his lip.  “Hurt.”

“A bit…maybe if you give me a kiss it’ll be all better.”

She leaned forward and ever so gently, ever so sweetly she touched her small delicate lips to his cut, completely warming his heart.  “Much better,” he said as he tucked her chin with the curve of his hook, causing her to giggle.

“Do you want to help me heal your Daddy?” Emma asked as she left her now healed father to join them on the couch.  When her little girl nodded with excitement, she smiled as she covered her hand with hers and placed her tiny hand over Killian’s ribs….she knew that’s where he ached the most.  “Now, remember how I taught you…think about your daddy and how much you love him….let that feeling go through you, okay?”

Killian watched her little brows furrowed in complete concentration as she nodded, closing her eyes as she let Emma guide her hand to his aches and pains.  His heart was full as she watched the glow between their hands shine and felt the warmth spread throughout his own body as the pain slowly eased away until it was completely gone.

When he was fully healed and the light faded, she opened her eyes and grinned at him with a proud look in her eyes.  “Well done, love,” he said, smiling when she leaned down to sprawl across his chest, nuzzling her little cheek against his chest, fiddling with his necklace with her tiny fingers.

He then looked over at Emma, reaching for her as he pulled her down for a kiss before she settled next to him.  He sighed, lifting his arm so she could tuck safely at his side and then looked over at David, who was watching him with a grin.

“No mate,” he finally said as he brushed his lips against his wife’s hair.  “Not nearly as happy.”